The palace is several hundred meters in circumference, which is not large compared to the entire square.
However, the previous ceremony took place on the palace platform, which clearly indicates that the palace played an important role.
Below the palace is a door leading to the interior, which is dark and appears quite empty.
Lu Ning stepped into the palace gate first, followed closely by Ya En and the others.
Upon entering the palace, Lu Ning looked around and found that there was only one huge room inside.
There were some fragments of stone carvings scattered around the room.
These fragments are all inscribed with writing, but this writing is not from human civilization; it is from the civilization of pilgrims.
Lu Ning guessed that it must have been left behind by the previous pilgrim.
But why did the pilgrims damage the stone carvings?
Lu Ning was somewhat puzzled.
He came to a few relatively intact stone carvings and read the text.
"The great King Haschi is about to become a god! Our people are saved..."
"The royal city has fallen, and the king seems to have perished? Why did a mist appear when the king ascended to godhood? Why is this happening? Where is hope?"
"His Highness led us to search for the legendary Golden Serpent God; perhaps we still have hope..."
"My comrades are dying one by one..."
"I heard King Haschi calling me in my dream... Wasn't the king already dead? This must be my hallucination?"
“Not only me, but Ari and the others heard it too… We told His Highness about it, and he said we were just too tired…”
"...The land...the great king awaits us...His Highness thinks we're crazy, hehehe..."
"...So that's how it is! I seem to understand..."
Lu Ning frowned. Most of the stone carvings were incomplete, and very few of the characters could be deciphered.
However, this should be the process by which this pilgrim followed the prince who fled when the capital fell on his pilgrimage.
Midway through the journey, the pilgrim and several of his companions seemed to hear the voice of the dead king in their dreams.
Lu Ning guessed that they had probably been corrupted, and that the king was likely the hand of the Yellow Springs.
Lu Ning seemed to be deep in thought.
He had witnessed the fall of the royal city, and the Hand of the Underworld seemed to be the hand left behind by the king who became a god.
But the power of a newly ascended god is probably not as strong as that palm, right?
Or is it that the king's own consciousness resides within the palm of his hand?
What was in the mist that dismembered the newly ascended god, causing him to perish on the spot, and even turning his blood into corpse water?
Lu Ning's mind was racing.
Perhaps once he understands what's in the mist, he'll know why he's been walking through the mist for two thousand years and arrived in this era.
Unfortunately, there is still too little information available.
While Lu Ning was reading the text, An Lan and the others were also observing their surroundings.
Soon, they arrived at Lu Ning's side.
"Besides these stone carving fragments, there seems to be nothing else here," Ya'en said.
Osiris nodded and said, "There aren't any other floors here. I'm afraid the altar on top of the palace must have been accessed from the outside."
An Lan looked at the surrounding stone carving fragments and said, "I'll collect these fragments and study them later to see if I can repair some of the broken pieces. Maybe I can get some information from them."
Lu Ning nodded slightly, then glanced down at the ground and asked, "Elder An, didn't your instruments detect anything unusual down there?"
Everyone was taken aback.
Everyone immediately became alert.
An Lan frowned, glanced at the floor below, and shook her head, saying, "The death force inside the pyramid is too strong. The instruments are being severely interfered with, and the exploration is already experiencing problems."
"Lu Ning, is there something going on down there?" Ya'en asked.
Lu Ning nodded slightly: "Yes, the concentration of mental pollution below is very high, so there is a possibility that it contains divinity."
Everyone frowned immediately.
Aisalind asked, "How does it compare to the previous pilgrim?"
"almost."
The expressions on Yann and the others' faces eased somewhat.
The pilgrim was very strong, approaching the level of a demigod.
However, if we're only talking about this level of strength, their side is actually stronger.
Unless they are truly demigods, they pose little threat to them.
After thinking for a moment, Ya'en said, "The space here is too small. An Lan, you should go out first, so as not to get caught up in the chaos."
Anlan, Jerry, and the others all nodded and did not object.
Although the strength of a ninth-tier cultivator is already considerable, after acquiring a high-risk soul weapon, they can barely put up a fight against a saint.
Those present, as high-level awakened individuals from the Mist Bureau, all possessed high-risk soul weapons.
But it's always good to be careful.
After An Lan and the others left the room, the three Saints, including Ya En, looked at Lu Ning.
Lu Ning arrived at the area with the most concentrated mental pollution and tore off the bandages underneath.
As before, a crescent moon mark reappeared below.
Lu Ning channeled the power of death into his skull, causing it to vibrate and open up again.
As the downward passage appeared, a pale light shot out.
When Lu Ning and the others were struck by the light, they immediately felt a frenzied and chaotic will emerge in their minds.
Osiris and Aishaline frowned, their faces paling slightly.
Yann also had a solemn expression and gripped his warhammer tightly.
Lu Ning remained expressionless. His will was already strong enough, and with the continuous confrontation with the power of the evil god and the even greater mental anguish he suffered in the dream, this bit of manic will had little effect on him.
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