The team moved forward in the darkness. The ghostly spirit fire turned into a path, outlining the traces left all the way deep into the cave. The light of the lanterns and spirit fire illuminated the road ahead, allowing people to barely distinguish the surrounding situation.

And along the way, the thing that Duncan and his party saw the most was boiling gold.

High-purity boiling gold constitutes every terrain in this cave. The layers of dense rock form a solid spherical shell structure. There are also large amounts of loose ores scattered at the bottom of the pit, the amount of which is difficult to estimate.

These minerals are the foundation of modern industry and the lifeblood of Frost - however, their appearance here only makes the atmosphere feel even more eerie.

However, Duncan did not care about this weird atmosphere - he was a pragmatic person. Whether it was an ancient god or not was secondary. As long as the boiling gold could be used, it was good. Even if the boiling gold was really the "product" of the Holy Lord of the Deep, he didn't mind using it.

It can even be said that if he were the governor of the city-state, the only thing he would consider at this time would probably be the feasibility of opening a branch mine in the Abyss Deep Sea and formulating a plan for sustainable mining of the Abyss Saint.

But he didn't express his thoughts.

After all, for ordinary people like Agatha, this development concept may be a bit extreme.

All kinds of thoughts were running through Duncan's mind, but at this moment, a hazy shadow appeared at the end of his vision and made him stop suddenly.

Soon after, the others also stopped. Morris seemed to have seen something as well. He raised his lantern to illuminate the surroundings and said, "There seems to be something ahead."

In the limited light released by the lantern and the spiritual fire, a huge shadow emerged vaguely in the boundless darkness of the cave. It seemed to be a pillar standing in the distance, or the trunk of a towering tree. The upper part of the shadow spread out vaguely, as if some branch structures extended into the darkness.

Although she couldn't see it clearly, Agatha could feel the enormity of the thing even from the hazy silhouette - like a giant pillar that could support an entire mountain, emitting an extremely oppressive aura even from a long distance.

Fanna clenched the giant sword in her hand and reminded everyone: "Be careful when moving forward."

The group continued to move forward in the darkness, and as the distance got closer, the vague shadow became clearer in everyone's eyes.

The huge "pillar" that looks like a church tower stands in the center of the big hole, presenting a shocking posture under the light of the lantern!

"Eye of wisdom..."

Morris cried out subconsciously, and the lantern in his hand began to shake. He stared at the pillar with wide eyes and saw that its dark skin was bumpy and rough, like the tentacles of some deep-sea creature that had been magnified countless times. The lower part of the pillar was buried deep underground, surrounded by a large number of wrinkled and broken rocks, as if this thing had grown out of the sea water under the city-state and brazenly penetrated the chassis of the island, while the upper part of the pillar extended all the way to the endless darkness above his head, and differentiated into some tiny and hazy forks in the darkness, like a strange giant tree, winding and growing in this unknown darkness, and then dying quietly.

It was so large that the light from the lantern could not illuminate the entire pillar - it was even difficult to illuminate a small part of its front. Morris could only see the rough surface where the lantern light reached, and the larger and more hazy structures were reflected by the faint green fire spreading around. As for those parts that even the green fire could not illuminate... he could only rely on his imagination to make out the extremely vague shadows.

This scene even shocked the usually careless Miss Doll.

Alice raised her head, then held her head with both hands and pulled it down with force. With a "pop" sound, her head was pulled down. She raised her head and looked up, but still couldn't see clearly, so she threw it up again - she did it several times in a row, and finally she fumbled to press her head back onto her neck and continued to look up in a daze: "Wow..."

Vanna turned her head and looked at Alice: "...Wow."

"What is this?" Morris's full attention was on the magnificent yet terrifying pillar. He couldn't help but take two steps forward and carefully touched the bumpy surface of the pillar. A cold and rough rock-like touch came from his fingertips. "It feels like stone, but it looks like some kind of..."

"Some kind of huge limb," Duncan said. He looked up at the upper part of the pillar. After a few seconds, he spoke softly, "It seems to be supporting the entire cave."

"So this is the real reason why the cave didn't collapse..." Morris muttered to himself. He moved closer to the pillar and carefully observed its surface under the light. "Judging from the texture, this is a bit like boiling gold ore, but it is not the same as any ore mentioned in the book... It seems to be mixed with impurities."

"Let's make a bold guess. Perhaps this is a part of the Deep Lord's limb," Duncan said casually. "It extended into the city-state and was burned into stone here."

The scene fell silent for a moment. After several seconds, Vanna broke the silence with a pout: "This sounds a bit scary..."

"Scary, but very likely - I added 'maybe' just to take care of your feelings." Duncan shook his head. "Don't forget, my fire once spread here. Although the situation was chaotic at the time and I didn't have time to perceive the details, I remember... the things here are very resistant to burning."

As he spoke, he walked forward and reached out his hand to touch the rough rock-like surface of the huge pillar.

On the other side, Agatha also groped her way to the vicinity of the "huge pillar".

Everything in her "vision" was still shaking, disturbed by some kind of resonant force. In her eyes, this empty cave appeared to be a strange place filled with chaotic ripples. But even in this endless interference, she could clearly "see" the "pillar" in front of her.

A vague attraction was driving her closer.

Agatha reached out her hand carefully and touched the pillar, her fingers moving across the cold surface as if she was flipping through a book carved out of rock, reading the memories that remained in the stone.

Some dents caught her attention.

She felt over the indentations, outlining their contours in her mind. She placed her palms in the indentations and found that each of her fingers fit perfectly.

That's a palm print.

After a moment of surprise, she stretched out her other hand, and following the inexplicable guidance in her mind, she groped and found another palm print.

There seemed to be a bit of fine ash left in the palm print.

Agatha suddenly stopped and subconsciously wanted to turn around to tell Duncan about her discovery. However, the next second, she found that many complex lights and shadows suddenly appeared in her dark and chaotic vision.

Memories emerged in her heart, with thin but real emotions mixed among those memories, and countless pieces of information flooded into her mind - those pieces of information seemed to have been sleeping in Agatha's mind from the beginning, as if they were her own experiences, and the moment she touched those two palm prints, they suddenly awakened in her heart!

Exploring in the darkness... Encountering the echoes of Archon Winston... The true situation of the Abyss Project... The preparations of successive Archons... The power of the ancient gods invading the city-state, the thoughts of the ancient gods floating between illusion and reality, and...

This is a fake.

"ah--"

Agatha suddenly let out a soft cry, then her feet became unstable and she almost fell down.

But a hand reached out from the side and supported her body in time, and Duncan's voice rang out in the darkness: "What's wrong?"

Agatha was in a trance for a moment before she came to her senses. She then realized the new pieces of information in her mind. She quickly stood up and spoke quickly: "I came into contact with some memories... left by 'her'!"

"Left by 'her'?" Duncan frowned, and immediately realized what the other party meant. "Is it the clone? Her memories are left here?"

"Yes, listen to me, it's very important - she met Governor Winston here and learned the truth about the Abyss Project..."

Agatha spoke very quickly, as if she was afraid that she would forget the fragments of memory that suddenly flooded into her mind in the next second. She almost kept pouring out everything she had just seen and heard, without caring whether the people around her had time to react. From the Archon's last words to the source of the Frost Queen's obsession, and finally, the strongest idea - the most persistent idea left by "her" before she disappeared.

The key information that "she" wanted to pass on - the "ancient god" who invaded the Frost City-State was a fake.

It is a replica of the Holy Lord of the Deep.

Everyone fell silent, and no one interrupted Agatha no matter how bizarre and terrifying what she said was.

It was not until Agatha finished her last word and the scene was silent for more than ten seconds that Morris was the first to break the silence.

"…History in the mist and the mist in history…"

The old scholar couldn't help but sigh like this.

On the side, Duncan's eyes were already on the huge "pillar".

His eyes were more serious than ever before.