Lord of the Mysteries

Within the half-collapsed temple, only a few stone pillars remained intact as they collectively supported half of the main hall.

At the very front of the main hall, there was an altar covered in cracks. In the middle of the altar, there was a huge, pitch-black cross.

Hanging from the cross was a naked man who was hanging upside down. Around his ankles, thighs, and torso there were obvious rusty metal spikes protruding outward that were accompanied by bright red bloodstains.

Derrick knew that this was the statue of the Fallen Creator, but he couldn’t help look down to size up the statue’s face.

He saw the face of the statue—the nose, mouth, and ears were all blurry, except for the eyes which were carved with abnormal clarity.

The Fallen Creator’s eyes were tightly shut, as though he was suffering from guilt and pain.

“Look away, don’t study the statue of an evil god!” Demon Hunter Colin warned in a low voice.

“Yes, Your Excellency.” The few members of the exploratory team immediately retracted their gazes.

Before today, although the City of Silver had discovered many destroyed cities and written records pointing to evil gods during their explorations, most of the residents had never seen the statues of so-called evil gods.

The remaining area of the temple wasn’t very wide, so the exploratory team quickly split up into groups of two or three and completed the investigations without finding anything abnormal.

Upon seeing this, Colin, the chief of the six-member council, said after a few seconds of deliberation, “Let’s head underground.”

As he spoke, he drew one of the two swords he carried on his back and smeared it with a grayish silver ointment.

Then, he removed a small metal bottle from a hidden compartment on his belt, pulled out the stopper, and gulped the contents of the potion.

At this moment, Derrick felt as if the light blue eyes of the Chief had become a little brighter.

The members of the exploratory team made their utmost careful preparations. Under the illumination of the four animal hide lanterns, they followed the stairs on the left side of the statue as they walked down into the underground area.

Derrick took his turn holding the lantern, walking at the front left as he cautiously entered the darkness.

He heard the sound of his own footsteps and those of his companions echoing off of the stone steps. They produced a distant and empty echo.

The echoes didn’t suffer from any interference, making the absolute silence beneath them obvious. However, in the hearts of the exploratory team members, it was like a knock on the door. The attempt to uncover a secret that had been buried for an unknown number of years left them feeling extremely tense.

After walking without having any sense of time, Derrick finally saw that the road ahead had turned flat. He also saw the newly discovered mural which the corrupted Darc Regence had mentioned.

The mural was spread across two sides of the wall. It was simply colored and gloomy, looking ancient as if it had seen the vicissitudes of life.

Derrick took a casual glance and was immediately attracted by one of the murals.

On the wall to the left up ahead, a pure white cross was depicted in the middle. It was surrounded by seawater-like blackness, drowning all the humans who were struggling as they stretched out their arms.

upside down from the cross was the Fallen Creator. The rusted nails and blood-red stains were no different

black erosion, so much so that

addition, the cross supported a hazy piece of land, and countless humans were kneeling and

of the darkness,

a starry sheen. Her body was relatively ethereal, with signs of rippling outward. Her face was blurry, as though she was wearing a mask without any facial

as one strange eye after another faintly

was painted with a pure gold color, and there were tentacles in the form

was a putrid-green book and a radiant spear,

upper right corner was a trident-wielding monster with an octopus-like head, wide eyes, and a body wrapped in

countless birds formed his cloak, and the darkness turned

was a supple and beautiful woman. Her chest bulged, propping her clothes up. In her arms was a rotting baby, and at her feet were black ears of wheat,

hood that revealed his mouth, wrinkles, and a white

an open book, and on top of it was an eye that was the

old man looked the most normal, but the smile on his

He held a long sword and was sitting on a throne

the worst evil god…Carrying an

Regence had only briefly mentioned it, and the details were

the entire process, Derrick didn’t let his guard down. He prepared himself in case any accidents were to happen so that

dim yellow light of the candle, the exploratory team went through many corridors, halls, and rooms one by one, delving deep into the

semi-open gray stone door appeared

grew. They were

their appetites whet. All they wanted to do was

a few people

team had rich experience and were of a relatively high Sequence. Having received a warning beforehand, someone immediately stood up

knew this teammate and that his name was Joshua. He had successfully traded for a mystical item

out his left, scarlet-gloved hand at

a burning fireball quickly took shape and shot out,

ground trembled slightly, and an inferno spread out to cover the space

only bits and pieces of flesh and blood. It left all of the Beyonders, who

with the actions of the team.

flesh and hair come

the team made a

inhabitants of

result of turning into

a brief discussion, the exploratory team split into several groups and cleaned up the hall outside the

through the door, ready to engage

that looked like an altar. The surrounding light could hardly dispel

the altar, a similar pitch-black cross and an upside-down

the closest

he discovered that the Fallen Creator statue here was different from

Its eyes were open!