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Aside from fear, all that remained was a sigh. My mind was racing, filled with swirling thoughts!
It was certain that the final sinking of Atlantis Civilization was related to Voldemort's unstable energy!
Perhaps it was the second or third eruption of the Heart of Atlantis within Voldemort that directly caused Atlantis to sink.
In this light, the Saintess Sima also played a part in the downfall of Atlantis Civilization.
However, these were already established facts and had nothing to do with us. In any case, we still gained something from this journey.
"What an opportunity!"
The usually silent Ghost Granny spoke up with a strange tone.
"Why do I feel even more scared now?"
Big Mouth Lee said with a mournful expression, "Oh my goodness, two fierce-looking fellows like this—what future do we have? I regret coming out with you!"
At this point, Zhang Jinya glanced at me and lamented, "This guy is a harbinger of doom! Ever since I followed you, I've been plagued with misfortune. I've exhausted all the hardships of my life! What a disaster!"
I felt my eyelids twitch violently. How could they blame me for this?
Taking several deep breaths, I finally managed to suppress my anger and asked Ghost Granny, "Granny, what kind of opportunity are you talking about?"
"Voldemort—this is the key!"
Ghost Granny frowned and said, "His energy is very unstable. I suspect that the Intercepting Daoist has been working on this for years and would never easily give up! If we can mess up Voldemort's plans again, then we will have plenty of room to maneuver when he loses control!"
Upon hearing this, my eyes lit up. That made sense!
Based on the information we currently had, it seemed that the person fused with the Heart of Atlantis was struggling to control such immense power. Moreover, it appeared that this power originated from a meteorite—similar to the part I inexplicably obtained! Could there be some peculiar connection among these meteorites?
Bald Qiang grinned and asked Ghost Granny, "So, shall we go play in the Land of the Sleeping Kings?"
"Since we've come this far, let's go have some fun!"
"Ghost Granny" suddenly laughed, "If we don't do anything, we might as well take a look at what kind of divine beings are here!"
After thinking it over, this reasoning made sense, and "Ghost Granny's" suggestion was quickly accepted by everyone.
Next, we wandered around the temple again but found no more clues. After resting for a while, we decided to leave and headed deeper into Poseidonia.
The journey was surprisingly peaceful. After passing through the temple, we finally reached the palace of Atlantis. As "Sima Saintess" had described, the palace had been reduced to ruins by the unstable energy of the Dark Lord. Large sections of the structure had collapsed, and there was hardly anything intact left. Both "Bald Qiang" and I searched through the rubble for a long time but found nothing of value, which made our eyes red with frustration. We had come all this way and yet found not a single symbolic object; it felt like a huge loss!
Before its sinking, the palace had already been leveled to the ground, and everyone who could evacuate had done so. Surprisingly, no one had died; it had become the safest place in all of Poseidonia. Without any disturbances from Evil Spirits, we were able to rest and recover our spirits and strength for about two hours. However, we faced an even harsher reality: our supplies of food and fresh water were nearly depleted!
In other words, we now had to search for food and water in a city that had been silent beneath the sea for over nine thousand years to sustain our lives!
To be honest, those of us in this line of work fear not the Dirty Things but situations like this. In Poseidonia, aside from the decaying bones scattered everywhere, where could we find food? But there was no choice; we could only face it head-on. So we steeled ourselves and continued toward The Land of the Sleeping Kings.
That place was both a dead end and a land of hope!
At least based on the information we currently held, there should be a river in The Land of the Sleeping Kings—the so-called Sacred River.
After walking for about two hours without food or water, we finally left Poseidonia. Just as hunger gnawed at us relentlessly, we arrived at The Land of the Sleeping Kings!
Here, mountains rose and fell endlessly, one after another, stretching out as far as the eye could see until they formed a vast mountain range!
We knew these were not just mountains; they were actually tombs. If you dug through the surface soil—essentially burial mounds—you would find pyramids containing the dead beneath!
"I can't believe this!"
"Bald Qiang" looked at the situation and immediately began cursing: "So many graves! That damn Dark Lord is hiding in one of these? How are we supposed to find him? By the time we starve to death, we'll never locate him!"
It wasn't just "Bald Qiang" who was agitated; I felt a wave of despair wash over me upon seeing this endless expanse of mountains. With our supplies running low and hunger gnawing at us—our eyes practically turning green—we had very little time left to search through so many tombs.
"Let’s take it one step at a time!"
"Zhengyang" gasped for breath and pointed to a relatively lower mountain path that wasn't too steep among the peaks: "Xia, Bald Qiang, it's up to you two. Dig into this mountain first; since this place has damp soil and is underwater, maybe we'll uncover some creatures beneath!"
Qingyi's words were mostly meant to be comforting. We were now ten thousand meters below the deep sea; how could there possibly be any life in the soil? Back in the Blood Corpse King's Tomb, we at least had a worm to eat. Here, even dreaming of eating a worm was futile!
I let out a bitter laugh, patted Bald Qiang on the shoulder, and without saying a word, I grabbed the Entrenching Shovel and climbed up the small mountain that stood only about a hundred meters high to start digging.
This was a decision made after discussing with Bald Qiang. By digging from the top of the mountain, we would eventually reach the apex of the pyramid. Entering the tomb from the top would be easier and allow us to avoid many traps, especially those set by this ancient super civilization. Neither of us wanted to experience them firsthand; who knew if there would be lasers or something? Better safe than sorry!
However, the burial mound was quite thick. With our eyes green from hunger, we couldn't finish this task in one go. After digging for a while, we called the others over to take turns. It took nearly an hour before it was once again our turn to dig when we finally reached the top. With a clang, it seemed that my Entrenching Shovel had struck something solid—the Tomb Wall.
Bald Qiang held up his flashlight and leaned in to examine the Tomb Wall. Suddenly, he turned back to me and said, "Hey, man, this tomb built by the Atlanteans is impressive! This Tomb Wall doesn't seem to be made of stone; it's some kind of metal we've never seen before!"
A Tomb Wall made of iron? How intriguing!
Curious as well, I leaned in for a closer look. The Tomb Wall was pitch black and felt incredibly smooth and hard—just like metal. Yet, it was impossible to tell what kind of metal it was; after being buried underground for nine thousand years, it showed no signs of rust!
"Damn! Look how hard it is!"
Although Bald Qiang could be cowardly at times, he could also be quite bold. He swung his Entrenching Shovel down hard against the wall. The Entrenching Shovel was sharp enough that if used on someone's head, it could easily slice off half of it; it could break stone too. However, against this strange Tomb Wall, it seemed ineffective. After striking it more than ten times without any effect, Bald Qiang finally lost his patience. He gathered all his strength and shouted as he struck down hard once more. The Entrenching Shovel bent with a clang, but finally, there was some response from the Tomb Wall. With a loud crack, the previously dark wall shattered, sending fragments flying that were about an inch thick. No matter how I looked at it, they resembled some sort of scales.
Even more bizarrely, as soon as the Tomb Wall broke apart, blood began to seep out from below!
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