As the team moved forward in the darkness, the ghostly fire turned into a path, outlining the traces left behind as they went deeper into the cave. The light of lanterns and spiritual fires illuminated the path ahead, making it barely possible to distinguish the surrounding situation.
And along the way, the thing that Duncan and his party saw the most was boiling gold.
High-purity boiling gold forms every terrain in this cave. Layers of dense rock form a solid spherical shell structure. There are also a large number of loose ores scattered at the bottom of the pit, the amount of which is difficult to estimate.
These ores are the foundation of modern industry and the lifeblood of Frost—yet their appearance here only makes the atmosphere feel weirder.
But Duncan doesn't care about this weird atmosphere - he is a pragmatic person, whether the ancient gods or not is second to none, boiling gold is good if it can be used, even if the boiling gold is really the "product of Holy Lord Yousu" ", he didn't mind using it either.
It can even be said that if he were the governor of the city-state, the only thing he would consider at this time is the feasibility of opening a branch mine in the Deep Sea, and formulating a plan for sustainable mining of the Holy Lord of the Deep Sea.
However, he did not express these thoughts.
After all, for ordinary people like Agatha, this development concept may be a bit extreme.
Duncan had various thoughts running through his mind, but at this moment, a hazy shadow appeared at the end of his field of vision, which made him stop suddenly.
Then others stopped, and Morris seemed to see something. He raised a lantern to illuminate the surroundings and said, "There seems to be something ahead."
In the limited light released by the lantern and the spiritual fire, a huge shadow vaguely appeared in the endless darkness of the cave. It seemed to be a pillar standing in the distance, or the trunk of a towering tree. The upper part spread vaguely again, as if some branching structure spread all the way into the darkness.
Although she couldn't see clearly, Agatha could feel the hugeness of the thing even just by looking at the hazy silhouette - like a huge pillar that could support the entire mountain, and it kept growing even across a long distance. It exudes a very oppressive atmosphere.
Fanna tightened her grip on the giant sword in her hand and reminded everyone: "Proceed carefully."
The group of people continued to move forward in the darkness, and as the distance continued to get closer, the vague shadow gradually became clearer in everyone's eyes.
A huge "pillar" like a church tower stands in the center of the large hollow, showing a shocking posture under the light of the lantern!
"The eye of wisdom..."
Morris subconsciously exclaimed, and the lantern in his hand shook. He stared at the pillar with wide eyes, and saw that its pitch-black surface was rough and uneven, like the tentacles of some deep-sea creature that had been magnified countless times. Its lower part is buried deep in the ground, surrounded by a large number of wrinkled and broken rocks, as if this thing grew out of the seawater below the city-state, penetrating the chassis of the island, while its upper part extends all the way to the top of the head. In the endless darkness, some small and hazy branches differentiated in the darkness, like a weird giant tree, growing windingly in this unknown deep darkness, and dying quietly.
Its scale is so large that it is impossible for the light of the lantern to illuminate the entire pillar - it is difficult to even illuminate a small part of its front. All Morris can see clearly is the rough part where the light of the lantern reaches. The surface, and those larger and more hazy structures are reflected by the faint green fire spreading around them. As for those parts that cannot even be illuminated by the green fire... he can only rely on his imagination to illuminate those extremely blurry parts. Trying to make out in the shadows.
This scene deeply shocked even Miss Doll, who was always careless.
Alice raised her head, then held her head with both hands and pulled it down hard. With a "pop" sound, she pulled her head off. She raised her head and looked up hard, but found that she still couldn't see clearly, so He threw it up again - several times in a row, and finally he fumbled and put his head back on his neck, and continued to raise his head in a daze: "Wow..."
Vanna turned to look at Alice: "...Wow."
"What is this?" Morris's entire attention was on the spectacular but terrifying giant pillar. He couldn't help but take two steps forward and carefully touched the pitted surface of the latter - cold and rough. A rock-like feeling came from the fingertips, "It feels like stone, but it looks like something..."
"Some kind of huge limb," Duncan said. He raised his head and looked at the upper part of the pillar. After a few seconds, he spoke softly. "It seems to be supporting the entire cave."
"So this is the real reason why the cave did not collapse..." Morris murmured to himself, moving closer to the pillar and carefully observing its surface through the light, "Judging from the texture, this is also a bit like boiling gold ore. But it’s not the same as any of the raw ores mentioned in the books…it seems to be mixed with impurities.”
"A bold guess, maybe this is part of the body of Holy Lord Netherworld," Duncan said casually, "It extended into the city-state and was burned into stone here."
The scene fell silent for a moment, and after a few seconds, Fanna twitched the corners of her mouth to break the silence: "This sounds a bit scary..."
"It's scary, but it's very possible - I just added 'maybe' just to take care of your emotions," Duncan shook his head, "Don't forget, my flames have spread here, even though the situation was chaotic at the time I didn’t have time to feel it in detail, but I remember... the things here are very resistant to burning."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to touch the rough rock-like surface of the huge pillar.
On the other side, Agatha also fumbled her way to the "huge pillar".
Everything in her "vision" was still shaking, being disturbed by some kind of resonance force. What she saw in this empty cave was a strange place full of chaotic ripples, but even in this boundless place Amidst the interference, she also clearly "saw" the "pillar" in front of her.
A vague attraction drove her closer.
Agatha carefully stretched out her hand and touched the pillar. Her fingers moved on the cold surface, as if she were flipping through a book carved from rock, reading the... memories left in the stone.
Some dents caught her eye.
She groped over the indentations, sketching their outlines in her mind. She placed her palms in the indentations and found that each of her fingers fit in perfectly.
That's a palm print.
After a moment of astonishment, she stretched out her other hand, followed the unreasonable guidance in her mind, groped and found another palm print.
There seemed to be a bit of fine ashes left in the palm print.
Agatha stopped suddenly and subconsciously wanted to turn around and tell Duncan what she had discovered. However, the next second, she found that many surrounding lights and shadows suddenly appeared in her dark and chaotic vision.
Memories emerged in her mind, thin but real emotions were mixed among those memories, and countless pieces of information poured into her mind - those pieces of information seemed to have been sleeping in Agatha's mind from the beginning, as if they were her personal experiences. The moment she touched those two palm prints, she suddenly woke up in her heart!
Exploration in the darkness... Encounter with the reverberation of Winston Archon... The true situation of the Hidden Abyss Plan... The preparations of successive Archons... The power of the ancient gods that invaded the city-state, the ancient gods wandering between illusion and reality God Thoughts, and…
This is a fake.
"ah--"
Agatha suddenly let out a soft cry, then lost her footing and almost fell down.
But a hand stretched out from the side and supported her body in time, and Duncan's voice sounded in the darkness: "What's wrong?"
Agatha was in a trance for a moment before she woke up. Then she realized the newly added pieces of information in her mind. She quickly stood up and spoke quickly: "I came into contact with some memories... left by 'her' It’s down!”
"'She' left it behind?" Duncan frowned, immediately realizing the meaning of the other person's words, "Is it the clone? Her memory remains here?"
"Yes, listen to me, it's very important - she met Archon Winston here and learned the truth about the Qianyuan Project..."
Agatha spoke very fast, as if she was afraid that she would forget the memory fragments that suddenly poured into her mind in the next second. She almost kept pouring out what she had just seen and heard, regardless of her surroundings. Do people have time to react, from the Archon's last words to the source of the Frost Queen's obsession, and finally, the strongest thought - the most persistent thought that "she" had before disappearing.
The key message "she" wanted to pass on - the "ancient god" who invaded the Frost City-State, was a fake.
It is a copy of the Holy Lord Yousui.
Everyone fell silent. No matter how bizarre and horrifying Agatha was, no one interrupted her.
It wasn't until Agatha finished speaking the last word and the scene was quiet for more than ten seconds that Morris was the first to break the silence.
"...History in the fog and the fog in history..."
The old scholar couldn't help but sigh.
On the side, Duncan's eyes have fallen on the huge "pillar".
His eyes were solemn as never before.
(End of chapter)
