In this mysterious light, a stone wall slowly opened silently, revealing a deep passage.
Everyone was stunned and looked at Zheng Gan.
"Old Zheng, could you be a descendant of Zhang Liang, or the long-lost young master of the Mohist school?"
Tang Jingye's words were like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples.
Everyone began to look at Zheng Gan with gossipy eyes, as if they were looking for unknown secrets in him.
Mo Zicen was so shocked that she was speechless. Her eyes were fixed on the stone door that Zheng Gan had just opened, and her face was full of disbelief.
Seeing Mo Zicen like this, Zheng Gan couldn't help but ask curiously: "Zicen, don't you know there is a door here?"
"No... I don't know. Every time we come here to worship, we never find the existence of this door."
"Anyway, let's go in and take a look."
It’s no wonder that Zheng Gan was anxious. Just that one move directly consumed 500 of his survival points.
After passing through the ancient door, a steep corridor appeared before everyone.
With everyone's strength, it took about ten minutes to walk out of the corridor.
However, the scene before them made them gasp involuntarily.
"This... this is simply a miracle beyond human power."
"Could this be a miracle left over from the ancient Nuwa era?"
Zhao Jie took off his glasses and gently wiped the lenses with his sleeve, shock and curiosity flashing in his eyes.
In front of them was a bottomless pit, like a wound in the earth, deep and mysterious.
Looking up, there is a thick and solid mountain above your head, as if guarding this dusty secret.
There is an ancient and mysterious atmosphere around, as if time has stopped here.
They stood there for a long time, unable to speak, only the sound of everyone's heartbeats echoing in the quiet air.
In the center of the bottomless pit, an ancient altar was suspended.
There is a long table and a cushion on the altar.
The soul crystal that Zheng Gan had been longing to find was now floating above the long table.
Zheng Gan took out the hook and carefully threw it towards the altar.
However, unexpectedly, the hook did not touch the altar, but passed through the altar as if penetrating an illusion.
Tang Jingye's eyes widened, his tone full of disbelief.
"Old Zheng, this... is this an illusion? This feels too real."
Zheng Gan shook his head slightly, his eyes firm.
"No, this is not an illusion. I can clearly feel its presence."
"Is that a mirage?"
Zheng Gan did not answer, but quickly tied the shackle rope around himself and handed it to Tang Jingye.
"I'll go over and take a look. If you find anything wrong, pull me back immediately."
Tang Jingye nodded solemnly and took the hook.
Zheng Gan took a deep breath, activated the gravity rune on his body, stepped lightly, and flew towards the altar.
Just as he was about to touch the altar, his hand seemed to pass through the void and directly passed through the altar.
Zheng Gan was not willing to accept this, and he tried again to perform soul resonance on the soul crystal.
He could clearly sense the existence of the crystal, but received no response.
Zheng Gan shook his head helplessly and signaled Tang Jingye to pull him back.
Just as he turned around, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some runes under everyone's feet.
After stepping onto the ground and letting everyone disperse, Zheng Gan said.
"Zicen, try activating the rune with lightning."
Mo Zicen nodded and placed his hand on the rune on the ground.
A purple light burst out from her palm and flowed among the rune patterns.
However, although the purple light illuminated the rune, it failed to fully activate the rune as Zheng Gan had hoped.
After Zheng Gan asked Mo Zicen to stop, he looked at his survival point.
It took a lot of effort to resist the lightning in the dark clouds when crossing the Yangtze River.
I just converted fanatics, spawned soul-eating insects, and activated energy-gathering runes, which took up a lot of energy.
There was still some chance of survival now, so Zheng Gan made up his mind and placed his hand on the rune.
When Zheng Gan touched the rune, milky white energy instantly surged.
But the result is different from Mo Zicen's.
These energies did not dissipate into the air, but flowed like water towards the mysterious altar in the void.
As energy flows, strange phenomena occur.
Between the altar and the ground where Zheng Gan and the others were standing, a series of dreamlike cloud stairs gradually emerged.
Zheng Gan's survival points were also dropping by one hundred at this moment.
In just a short while, it has fallen back to four digits and is still falling.
The consumption of survival points exceeded Zheng Gan's expectations.
However, things have come to this point, and there is no other way but to continue.
When there were only 500 survival points left, the consumption finally stopped.
At this moment, the altar is like a piece of white jade, reflecting the black soul crystals suspended above.
Zheng Gan looked around at everyone, then resolutely stepped onto the steps of the altar.
He stepped hard, but the steps remained as solid as before, without any shaking.
At this time, Zheng Gan looked down at the rope around him, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
"Old Tang, I'm going to try again."
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Zheng Gan walked up the stairs steadily and finally reached the altar.
He turned around and glanced at the people behind him, then stretched out his finger and lightly touched the soul crystal that was emitting a faint light.
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