The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The Lost Era.

An Changqing's breath hitched when he heard those four words.

He initially thought the woman in front of him was just a troublemaker who liked to cause trouble because of her high rank.

I didn't expect the other person to be able to casually point out such obscure history.

The Lost Era is called the Lost Era because that period of history has long since disappeared in the river of time.

That was a blank space completely erased by the long river of history, and most people's understanding of that period of history is limited to just one name.

"What?" San Tai noticed the shock in An Changqing's eyes, tilted his head, and widened the smile on his lips, his joy overflowing.

"You don't seem like a reckless brute who only knows how to fight, do you?" She pointed to her temple and said with a smile, "The stock here is much more valuable than the piles of trash in your library."

An Changqing fell silent.

He re-examined the powerful figure of unknown origin before him.

This woman's knowledge is unfathomable.

Who exactly is she? And who is behind her?

An Changqing didn't believe that she was just an ordinary folk healer.

Long Ao snorted beside him, shaking the fireball in his hand.

He knew that the three organizations came from such an ancient organization, and it wasn't unreasonable for them to know some old secrets, so he wasn't surprised.

For now, Long Ao doesn't have much interest in that organization; he's only received favors from them, so he hasn't chosen to expose the true nature of the Three Platforms.

"Knowledge is priceless." San Tai said in a preachy tone.

"Especially in these underground tombs where death could strike at any moment, knowing more runes might just give you a chance to leave with a whole corpse."

As someone who slipped through the net of nine-year compulsory education, Santai naturally wouldn't let go of the opportunity to show off his cultural knowledge in front of a group of geniuses.

San Tai has always prided herself on being a pragmatist. She just didn't have the opportunity to study. She believes that if she had been allowed to go to school, she would have been admitted to Tsinghua University long ago.

The journey continues.

The corridor was like a monster's gaping maw, silently swallowing the faint flames dancing in Long Ao's palm. The smooth bluestone path underfoot was only echoed with the monotonous sound of their footsteps.

San Tai maintained his relaxed posture as he strolled through the back garden, while Chen Guan lagged behind at the very back of the group.

About two hundred meters further in, a faint fluctuation triggered Chen Guan's mental perception network.

At that moment, a small ball of fur in his pocket began to wriggle restlessly.

Half of the leopard's head peeked out from the gap in the fabric, its furry ears standing straight up, and its golden vertical pupils staring intently into the endless darkness of the corridor ahead.

The little guy's body was pressed tightly against Chen Guan's palm, and a slight tremor was felt. Clearly, not only Chen Guan, but Leopard Leopard also felt it.

He curled his fingers and scratched the leopard's chin twice. The little guy snored contentedly before reluctantly pulling his head back into his pocket.

"How much longer does this damn road go?" Long Ao had already switched arms holding the fireball twice, his tone revealing barely suppressed anxiety.

"They've already lost their composure, huh? So this is all the genius Huaqing has to offer." San Tai threw out a sarcastic remark without turning his head, his voice revealing a smug enjoyment of watching the drama unfold.

No one paid any attention to her, perhaps because they found it boring, and Santai also kept quiet, which was unusual for him.

The team advanced for a few more minutes, and the darkness ahead was completely driven back by the firelight.

A massive stone gate, seven or eight meters high, blocked the way, its surface carved with intricate and bizarre patterns.

From afar it looks like a distorted human face, but up close it becomes a jumble of chaotic lines.

Thick cobwebs hung around the door seams, and several rusty metal hinges were severely deformed by the erosion of time.

San Tai stopped in front of the stone gate, crossed his arms, and turned his head to look at the three young students behind him.

"Hey, the road's come to an end."

She kicked the loose stones at the bottom of the stone door with her toe, then leaned against the wall beside her: "I can't be a delicate woman like me doing such rough work as opening the door."

What are you saying?

[The connection between the weak woman and the Three Platforms is not yet apparent.]

A neighbor's daughter has grown into a beautiful young woman, possessing strength that could uproot mountains and an aura that could overshadow the world.

Chen Guan glanced at the casual chatter in the live chat and thought to himself that it made perfect sense.

What weak woman could possibly subdue and beat those three?

Long Ao was clearly speechless at the three platforms, but his body language betrayed him as he took a step forward.

He transferred the fireball to his left hand and pressed his right hand against the dusty stone door.

"I could take this door apart with one hand."

Long Ao uttered harsh words, but he didn't restrain the power of his blood and qi in his palm at all, and directly poured it into the stone gate through his arm.

With a piercing metallic scraping sound, the stone door, sealed for countless centuries, finally opened slowly inward.

The hinge snapped under the immense force, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust that billowed into the air like a thick fog.

Fortunately, this concentration wasn't from combustible dust; otherwise, a high-low dust explosion could have occurred.

The group waved their arms to disperse the dust in front of them, and when their vision cleared again, everyone was frozen in place by the sight before them.

There was no gloomy tomb chamber behind the door; instead, an exaggeratedly large circular hall came into view.

The dome of the hall is like an inverted bowl, with the highest point at least twenty meters above the ground.

Countless stones emitting a faint green glow are embedded in the dome and the surrounding circular walls, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.

An Changqing unconsciously tightened his grip on the sword, while Long Ao stared blankly upwards.

What's truly breathtaking isn't the glowing stones, but the massive, colorful murals covering the walls that are so captivating, still faintly revealing the splendor of yesteryear.

Chen Guan's gaze immediately bypassed the intricate decorative lines and went straight to the core area of ​​the mural.

According to old tradition, there should be a mysterious faceless man here.

Unfortunately, Chen Guanzi searched the area carefully three times, but still couldn't find the familiar faceless man.

At the very center of this enormous dome, in the absolute core of the mural, three human figures are prominently depicted.

The three people are facing the sky, as if in prayer.

The familiar figure I expected was nowhere to be seen.

Chen Guan had thought that he would see the faceless man without features again in an ancient building of this scale.

Historically, whenever something is associated with ancient secrets, the figure representing the Lord of Nothingness always occupies the most central position.

But now, there isn't.

In the entire painting, three distinctly different human figures become the absolute protagonists.

The first person on the left side of the mural is dressed in an elaborate robe with crooked star patterns painted on the collar and cuffs. He holds a bone staff with a curved tip in both hands and wears an exaggerated tall crown.

"Like a shaman performing a ritual."

Long Ao gave his evaluation, and the young man from Jiangcheng loved to comment.

"They must be priests from ancient tribes," An Changqing corrected him. "Only priests responsible for communicating with the gods would wear star-patterned robes and celestial crowns during grand sacrifices."