I Spy With My Secret Eyes

Chapter 109

The stone door remained unchanged, and as Oliver gazed at it intently, he had a sudden realization. Despite breaking free from the grasp of the stone door, he found himself not outside, but rather, within its confines!

To his astonishment, he had ventured to the other side of the stone door.

Oliver was stunned for a moment. As he whipped his head around to look inside, he discovered a hall adorned with some decorations. Apart from the entrance, the other three sides of the wall were fitted with transparent glass panels, allowing the sunlight to penetrate through the “windows.”

He was at the peak of Mount Rockenan. The interior of the peak was already hollowed out and transformed into an invisible viewing platform.

However, similar to the stone walls in the passage below, the platform had no visible indication of an obvious transparent window when viewed from the bottom.

Oliver remembered that he, Wayne, and the others had observed Mount Rockenan through their telescopes. Thereby, he was certain that the peak was covered in steep stone walls without any visible traces, let alone such a magnificent “window.”

“Why couldn’t I see such an obvious thing from underneath?” he wondered.

After some contemplation, Oliver found himself surrounded by an eerie silence that permeated the area. He hastily positioned himself against the cold stone door and called out in a desperate voice, “Sienna! Sienna? Wayne? Sim?”

Yet, his words dissolved into nothingness, leaving no trace of an echo, and the outside sounds remained beyond his hearing.

“The soundproofing effect is really impressive!” Oliver remarked sarcastically, then reached out to touch and probe at the stone door.

The feeling of being “swallowed” by the stone door was still vivid in his mind, yet it was hard to believe that a stone door was capable of such a feat.

Perplexed, Oliver gingerly explored the surface of the door with his fingertips, attempting to unravel the mystery. But soon, he discovered that the door was an extremely solid and icy rock. No matter how hard he tried, his fingers couldn’t penetrate its unyielding surface.

Overwhelmed by the peculiarity of his predicament, Oliver fell into a pensive state, his mind swirling with questions. “This is so weird!”

contemplation, Oliver shifted his gaze away from the enigmatic stone door and directed his attention toward the other elements present in the hall. His eyes scanned the surroundings, seeking any clues or points of interest that could

the mountain was around 10,000 square feet. The interior was rather empty, devoid of any treasure, save for a stone platform positioned in

coffee table. Resting upon it were two objects that immediately captured his

golden bead that

familiarity as he gazed at the object before him. It bore a striking resemblance to Sienna’s Eye Sculpture, albeit

an ordinary piece

words was placed

pick the items up but approached to observe the banner.

the hole, and it will activate the mechanism to open the stone door

at the Energy Refining Stage

the message, a

they held equal importance and value. However, it was evident to him that the Golden Eyeball Sculpture held a considerably higher worth. He

with excitement upon encountering such a discovery. They would eagerly use the Golden Eyeball Sculpture to unlock the treasury

like that truly exist?” Oliver wondered, “Why would these two things of

that he and Sienna had been cursed by the Blood Malediction after touching the Eye Sculpture. At that realization, he couldn’t help but wonder if there

to fix his gaze on the Golden Eyeball Sculpture. After a few seconds, an identification message emerged in his mind: [The Golden Eyeball Sculpture is crafted from a meteorite that possesses mind-altering properties. Touching it will trigger hallucinations, and once

The Golden Eyeball Sculpture is a deceptive object infused with psychedelic magic.

to forcefully open the jade will result in its destruction.] Oliver’s emotions swirled with a mixture of

in disbelief. Then, he reached out his hand to grasp the

everything else, Oliver had unwavering faith in the authenticity of the information identified by his own

sensation coursed through his body as if the energy within him was being drawn toward something. With an almost magnetic pull,

saw countless words being fleshed

mind, neatly arranging themselves in