I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 1311 - 726: [Myth · Hall of All Things]
Lu Yuan drew out the Void Dagger, raised his hand, and slashed down, cutting off the horns on the heads of several Ground Drillers—these horns were akin to nails, they could grow back, so it didn’t really harm them much.
Deprived of their original life force, the giant horns dropped to the ground and, in less than a minute, were covered by strange fungus.
Thick yellow liquid seeped out slowly, soaking the surrounding soil.
"You all retreat first, and bury this tunnel. Don’t worry, I’ll just teleport to the surface when the time comes."
The Insect Soldiers called out and retreated in a scattered manner. Their strength was low, and it was indeed inconvenient for them to stay here.
Lu Yuan had two Demons providing cover next to him, so there was no need to be overly anxious.
He decided to excavate personally, gently slicing the rock wall with the Void Dagger. Instantly, a massive crack appeared in the hard stone.
The intensity of the pollution in these stones was high, like petroleum, with a cold, sticky quality.
Even with Lu Yuan’s insight, he couldn’t determine what the pollution actually was.
"The rules are very chaotic, like the filth buried in a one-year-old toilet, but there’s a hint of freshness."
After an indeterminate amount of time, there was a crisp "crack" sound as the Void Dagger touched a thick metal wall, from which strong radiation was emanating.
He slowed down the excavation speed, and it took ten minutes to finally break through the wall in front of him.
A gray mist surged out from the breach!
The moment this mist was touched, he heightened his attention to the utmost.
Cold and cloying.
Lu Yuan quickly regained his senses.
But the Divine Skill of the two Demons beside him was almost dispelled.
"This feels somewhat like the Chaos Wind in the Boundaryless..."
"My consciousness is showing signs of blurring."
All the Strangers, hearing the voice he transmitted, kept solemn expressions.
Even someone with Lu Yuan’s level of spirit resistance experiencing blurred consciousness, wouldn’t ordinary people become idiots in an instant?
Lu Yuan took a deep breath, his whole body tensed up, unsure whether it was from excessive tension or some inexplicable fear, his heart began to beat rapidly—truthfully, he hadn’t felt fear for a very, very long time, not even when waging war against those Innate Myths.
But this time, facing the vast unknown, facing one potential answer to the destruction of an epoch, he felt an indescribable thrill.
"I’ll go in and have a look. You all hold on; if there’s something there, it’s better I take it out now than do nothing at all."
"Be careful."
Lu Yuan squeezed into the hole and saw a gigantic temple deeply buried underground.
Tiny droplets of water seeped from the stone walls, winding down ancient relief patterns, gathering into dark streams in the fungus-covered grooves. Twelve mottled stone pillars supported the roof, each one etched with runes corroded by water vapors, resembling a row of silent Tomb Guardians.
Lichen sprawled between the brick crevices, forming eerie fluorescent veins that traced the outlines on the damaged statues with a phosphorescent glow.
The statue in front of Lu Yuan had its right arm broken off long ago, smashing the star map inlaid on the ground, the Brass Star Track twistingly resembling a menacing serpent due to the humidity.
[Mythical·Hall of All Things]
[A mysterious palace created by an unknown civilization, its function is to unravel the reproductive isolation restrictions of species.]
[Due to severe damage, it has fallen from its original Mythical Level to an Immortal Level.]
[Further information is unknown.]
"So that’s it, the halo we saw on the surface is brought about by this Mythical Level palace." Lu Yuan lightly touched the outer wall of the temple, the cold stone sensation stimulating every cell in his body.
Honestly, the palace’s function seems rather lacking, at least inexplicable in his eyes.
Green Grass City picked up a palace for "removing reproductive isolation," which is likely to disappoint many craftsmen.
Moreover, this palace was so heavily damaged that repairing it seems a daunting task.
"Many Mythical Items are like this, occupying a ’world-first’ title, yet their functions aren’t that impressive..."
"There’s at least some research value... Creating composite beasts? Or socializing like a Beautiful Civilization?" Lu Yuan mused wildly, the tension escalating within him,
he climbed arduously around the palace, the deeply buried underground and constant drifting of the gray mist making it feel like a cold hand was brushing against him.
It took half an hour to find a large wall crack and squeeze inside.
"It feels so strange."
The palace interior was vast, with cracks webbing the walls and spreading on the floor, seemingly on the verge of collapse at any time.
Unknown tree roots pierced downwards, forming gray-black petrified bone-like structures. Dripping sounds echoed from unseen corners, mingling with a pulse like a giant heart beating from the depths below. The air was stagnant like a solid entity, with hints of mineral stench and a certain stale sweetness, like slowly fermenting death long sealed away.
"Under the creek... Eight where where!" the Mist Demon beside him sounded off, seemingly discovering some significant information.
Lu Yuan’s heart tightened as he passed through the hall and entered the corridor.
A casual glance back revealed a meatball on the altar.
He was not unfamiliar with this.
In the Boundaryless, he had blown up countless meatballs, often eradicating them with a single punch.
But this one differed from those in the past.
The ones before were merely products of Great Spirit Rhythmer pollution and weren’t very powerful.
Though this one on the altar was veiled by a black mist, a vague meatball shape brought an enormous threat.
Lu Yuan’s anger flared, and he snorted coldly, "I want to see exactly what you are!"
