The seventh seat frowned slightly and sneered, "As expected of the first seat, this guy is really arrogant..."

"So, what exactly is our action this time?" The Ninth Seat skipped over the topic about the First Seat and continued, "Mobilizing five [Believers] at once is quite rare."

"Really? I remember there was an operation on a larger scale not long ago." The seventh seat spoke faintly, glancing at Shen Qingzhu intentionally or unintentionally, "Seven believers attacked the fasting center, and six of the believers at the front seats died, leaving only one newcomer alive... Don't you find it strange?"

Shen Qingzhu's gaze met the seventh seat and his face darkened.

"What do you mean?" The Ninth Seat asked coldly, "Are you questioning Lord Yiyu?"

"No, how dare I question Lord Whispering." The Seventh Seat shook his head. "I just find it strange. Since this kid joined us, we [Believers] have lost more members in one year than in the previous twenty years. Maybe this kid is a disaster star. Whoever gets close to him will die."

"Really? Then why am I still alive?" The Ninth Seat walked in front of the Seventh Seat, his eyes cold, and said coldly, "Woman, if you dare to say such nonsense again, do you believe that I will tear your mouth apart first?"

"Just you?"

"Enough!" The third seat's voice suddenly sounded, and the atmosphere in the whole room stagnated.

He walked between the two of them, and raised his drooping eyelids slightly. "This is not the place for you to fight among yourselves. If you want to fight, you can do whatever you want after the mission is over. Here, just work honestly!"

The ninth and seventh seats fell silent at the same time.

"Follow me." The third seat turned around and walked towards the broken stairs leading to the underground in the corner of the room.

The seventh seat, the ninth seat, and the twelfth seat followed closely behind. Shen Qingzhu squinted and stared at the seventh seat's back for a long time before he took a step forward and followed the last person to step onto the downward stairs.

Judging from the number of stairs, they went at least three floors underground. Both sides of the stairs were empty and dark, with only the sound of the seventh seat's high heels echoing. This should be a huge underground space.

Several people walked to the end of the stairs. The third seat stretched out his hand and waved gently. A faint light lit up from the darkness, illuminating a corner of the underground.

When Shen Qingzhu saw the scene in front of him, he froze in place.

In the dim light, the outline of a huge gray-black altar was outlined. The altar was about the size of a football field, lying quietly in the center of the underground space. Its surface was covered with cracks, like a work of art that had been broken into pieces and then reassembled.

In the upper right corner of the altar, there are still a lot of missing bricks and stones, but now they have been filled with some yellowish-brown unidentified objects, which looks extremely strange.

"This is..." When the Ninth Seat saw the altar in front of him, shock appeared in his eyes.

"Altar of the Underworld God." The third seat spoke slowly, "This is a divine object from outside the fog. It has become what it is now after being repaired. Our task is to infuse our own spiritual power into the altar and awaken it completely..."

"Infuse spiritual power?" The seventh seat frowned slightly. "Such a simple task requires so many of us to complete it?"

The third seat glanced at her and said, "Do you know what a divine item is? If you want to fully exert its power, you need to use divine power to activate it. If you rely solely on mental power to awaken this altar, even if you just want to simply activate it, the mental power required is astronomical...

Even if the six of us were to pour our spiritual energy into it day and night, it would still take at least two months to barely activate it."

"So, we need to spend the next two months in this damn place?" The twelfth seat looked a little grim.

"That's right." The third seat nodded and added, "This is the order of Lord Yiyu."

After hearing the last sentence, the twelfth seat, who wanted to say something, could only snort coldly and swallowed his words back.

Shen Qingzhu frowned and looked at the altar, wondering what he was thinking, "What will happen after awakening this altar?"

"You will know when the time comes."

Shen Qingzhu continued to ask: "Since this is a divine object in the mist, how did it appear in the underground of Lintang City? With such a large size, it is impossible to cross the border quietly and then be transported here, right?"

"This is not your concern." The third seat had no intention of answering this question.

Shen Qingzhu didn't get answers to his two questions in a row, and his brows tightened even more. While everyone else was looking around the altar, he also took a step forward and began to observe the area around the altar.

Then, as if he had discovered something, he squatted down gently and pinched the ground lightly with his fingertips.

soil?

Shen Qingzhu looked at the dirt on his fingertips, startled for a moment, raised his head and looked around, only to find that the ground around him was covered with scattered dirt debris, but it was not so conspicuous under the dim light.

This should be the original basement of the manor. The floor is paved with tiles. Where did all this dirt come from?

Shen Qingzhu thought for a moment, stood up, and began to walk towards the dim surroundings.

The lights in this basement have been mostly damaged due to years of disrepair. Only sporadic lights illuminate the entire underground space, and the remaining large space is immersed in darkness. Shen Qingzhu rubbed his fingertips lightly, and a small ball of flame appeared in his palm, illuminating the dim surrounding environment.

He walked in one direction and soon reached the edge of the basement, touching a wall covered with dust and cobwebs.

"Is there wind?" Shen Qingzhu narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw the direction of the flame in his palm change.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly moved forward along the direction of the air flow...

Finally, he came to another wall opposite to him. The structure of this wall was the same as the other walls, but the strange thing was that in the center of this wall, there was a huge black cloth covering it. The cloth was about ten meters long and covered the wall tightly.

The corners of the drape swayed slightly, as if wind was blowing through.

Shen Qingzhu stared at the cover for a long time, reached out and grabbed one end of the cover, and pulled it down with force!

Swish——!

The cover fell, and a large hole with a radius of more than four meters was exposed to the air. The bricks and stones around the hole were uneven, and it did not look like it was artificially dug. A slight breeze blew out from the hole. The dark deep hole extended deep into the ground, and no one knew where it led to.

Shen Qingzhu looked at the big hole, and the doubt in his eyes became even stronger.

Just then, a hand rested on his shoulder.

Shen Qingzhu turned his head suddenly and saw the third seat standing quietly behind him, staring at the big hole in front of him, and said calmly:

"Being too curious is not a good thing...newcomer."