The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Whoosh—"

A gentle breeze rustled through the vast underground palace.

This is deep underground in Antarctica.

The structure of the entire underground palace is not complicated. The four walls are hung with silver metal torches that are fifty meters high, like inextinguishable red flames burning fiercely inside.

Perhaps it was because of these flames that this vast underground space was much warmer than the frigid outside.

The walls of the underground palace are covered with a layer of brown pentagonal bricks that fit together perfectly.

The entire palace is shaped like a triangular pyramid, wide at the bottom and narrowing towards the top, ending with a sharp apex.

At the center of the palace stands a high platform that closely resembles the pyramids of the Mayan civilization.

Around the high platform stood gray-white pillars, each topped with a brazier where flames burned continuously.

The platform is made up of long, rectangular stones stacked on top of each other.

At the top of the platform, there are patterns that look like magic circles, as well as unknown characters and symbols, which are regularly engraved on it.

In addition to these features, there are four closed stone doors at the bottom of the palace.

In addition, every ten meters along the wall, there is a ring of round holes, evenly distributed. The holes are very deep, and it is unknown where they lead.

"ah--"

A scream came from one of the holes.

Nanfeng was the first to slide out.

"Wow! That's so tall!"

The south wind flew out from a hole more than 100 meters above the ground.

He immediately activated his skill, blowing a gust of wind downwards to keep himself suspended in mid-air.

"Luckily, I reacted quickly enough."

"ah!!"

Monkey King slid out and bumped into Nanfeng. Nanfeng lost his balance, and the two of them fell downwards together.

"Monkey King!! I'm never teaming up with you again!!"

Huozi was watching the commotion on the local network, "Haha, Monkey Bro is such a swindler!"

The south wind roared, "Don't laugh at someone who's only slightly better!"

Huozi: "Ahem..."

Nanfeng still vividly remembers Huozi's outrageous antics in the Soul Cultivation Illusion.

The internet addict and his mother entangled before he slid out.

These two were in better condition; unlike the previous two, they didn't fall hard on the ground.

The "Mom-Entangled Guy" just in time threw out a vine, which tied to the tail of the nearest torch, and he and the "Internet Addict Guy" slowly swung down to the ground.

"Where am I?"

"There are such massive man-made caves beneath the Antarctic continent!"

"Is this the altar that Red Ox mentioned?"

"You know what, the furnishings here really do have an altar feel to them."

The four of them touched and looked around, but didn't find anything special.

"Why would the rebels build such a large altar underground?"

"Could they actually be a cult?! Do they frequently perform underground rituals to worship their evil god?"

"Hey! That's the taste!"

Song Gua, whose memories were synchronized with those of the Antarctic team, suddenly felt a strange sensation after seeing everything in this underground palace.

"This feels so familiar..."

Many people have had this experience.

Even though there's a place I've never been before, when I arrive there, I always feel like I've seen everything around me somewhere before.

The Song hexagram now evokes this sense of déjà vu.

Confused, Song Gua switched places with the internet addict and arrived at this underground palace.

"Hey? You old scoundrel, what brings you here?"

Song Gua remained silent, his gaze fixed on the high stone platform in the center of the palace.

This high platform is trapezoidal on all four sides, with a staircase on each side extending upwards.

Song Gua stepped onto the stone steps and walked up them one by one.

"This is so strange. Why do I feel like I've walked up these stone steps before?"

The Song hexagram continues to ascend the steps, gradually reaching a higher position.

Monkey King and his two companions were still fooling around down there, acting carefree.

After all, the clone can just be happy, while the original body has many more things to consider.

Standing atop the high platform, Song Gua felt a surge of pride, as if he were looking down on all the mountains.

Although, at this moment, we are actually underground.

The high platform offered a panoramic view, revealing nothing except for the incomprehensible patterns resembling a professional's array formation, along with the mysterious characters scattered across them.

"What exactly is this place? Was it really built by the resistance? What was it used for?"

Just then, Monkey King, who was playing around with Nanfeng and the other two below, suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Hey, hey, hey! Look, someone carved words here!"

"I know this one! It's definitely 'Laozi was here!' I'll carve 'Nanfeng was here' too!"

"It doesn't seem like it. What does this mean? It's so mysterious, I hate riddles!"

Song Gua and Monkey King switched places and arrived at the wall where he found the inscription.

The inscription on this spot reads:

—I lit the fire, but I cannot control it. I can only place the hope of a new world on this child. May the will of the earth protect him.

Song Gua gently touched the words.

He frowned, trying hard to remember something.

But in my memory, apart from my mediocre life before transmigrating and my wanderings with my clone since then, there's nothing else.

Oh, right, there are also the original owner's eighteen years of memories.

"I've never been here before. This is Antarctica, so why does everything here seem familiar? And what does this message mean?"

Just as Song Gua was pondering the mystery, Monkey King exclaimed again.

"Oh! There's a hidden compartment here!"

Song Gua immediately changed positions and returned to the high platform.

The monkey, who had been swapped back to the bottom, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"You don't want to walk an extra step..."

Somehow, the mischievous Monkey King accidentally bumped into something, and a stone door suddenly opened at the top of the platform.

The shape of the stone gate matches the circular magic circle at the top of the platform.

The stone door opened to the left and right, allowing the entire magic circle to disappear into the gap between the platforms.

Looking inside, Song Gua saw a piece of equipment covered in dust.

This device is small, with a main body only one meter long and rectangular in shape. It has a glass cover on top and a thick white metal base below. The base is surrounded by many corrugated pipes that extend deep into the bottom and are integrated with the entire platform.

"What is this? It looks like a sleep pod, but it's so small, maybe only big enough for a baby?"

Ding--

Song Gua felt like Conan and suddenly had a brilliant idea.

The words carved on the wall below say that this mysterious entity has placed its hopes for a new world on a child, right?

Could it be that this child was originally inside this sleep pod?

So...

Who is in the other sleep pod?

In a corner of this enclosed room, there is also a sleeping pod.

Its shape is exactly the same as a small sleeping pod, only scaled up proportionally, and its length exceeds two meters.

The main cabin was also covered in dust and was also completely empty.

Both cabins had their glass covers open, as if telling Song Gua, who was watching them at that moment, something.

The people or whatever were inside had already come out.