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.

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

black erosion, so much so that part

land, and countless humans were kneeling and praying

the darkness, there were

Her clothes were layered but not complicated, and it was embedded with a starry sheen. Her body was relatively ethereal, with signs of

surged as one strange eye after

a young man wearing a pure white robe. His face was painted with a pure gold color, and there were tentacles in the

a putrid-green book and a radiant spear, and his chest and back were

corner was a trident-wielding monster with an octopus-like head, wide eyes, and

and the darkness

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

old man wearing a hood that revealed his mouth, wrinkles,

book, and on top of it was

old man looked the most normal, but the smile

held a long

Cataclysm struck, the evil gods climbed out of the Abyss. In order to save the people of the world, the Fallen Creator had suffered the vast majority of the sins and pain, and as a result, showed signs of being corrupted and having his image change… But, I think “He” is the worst evil god…Carrying an animal hide lantern in his hand, Derrick looked at the mural on the wall as he walked. He realized that the description was identical to

it, and the details were far

himself in case any accidents were

the candle, the exploratory team went through many corridors, halls, and rooms one by

gray stone door appeared in

of beautiful mushroom-shaped objects grew. They were palm-sized, with white stems

members of the exploratory team had their appetites whet. All they wanted to do was to rush over, pull

few people swallowed their

who were able to enter the exploratory team had rich experience and were of a relatively high Sequence. Having received a

his name was Joshua. He had successfully traded for a

out his left,

took shape and shot out, landing directly on those extremely tempting

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

and pieces of flesh and

the actions of the team.

and hair? Where did the flesh and hair come from?”

member of the team made

inhabitants of this

deaths were a result of turning into pure flesh and

the exploratory team split into several groups and cleaned up the

and slowly passed through the door,

that looked like an altar. The surrounding light could hardly dispel the darkness of the region which seemed to hide

and an upside-down Fallen

stood the closest as he

that the Fallen Creator statue here

Its eyes were open!