Sir! Don't close the net!

[Please stop talking...]

[The sound will...]

Li Yili felt a little uneasy, with a tingling sensation down her back.

He wasn't afraid that the temple would cause any mysterious phenomena.

One of the common sense facts of this world is that the spirituality of a temple originates from its antiquity and the little-known relics. As the ancient is trodden upon and the relics are excavated, the spirituality of the temple will gradually be lost.

According to this common sense, no matter how grotesque or illogical the internal structure of the Gowerton Temple may be, it is just a building. Its antiquity has been trampled to the point of nothingness, its heritage is completely gone, and its spirituality has long been lost.

After figuring this out, Li Yili suddenly understood. She applied fluorescent dye to the small stool she carried with her to use as a light stick. She hesitated for a moment in front of the three channels: "Do not listen," "Do not talk," and "Do not approach," and then decisively chose the middle one, "Do not approach."

As an atheist, as long as the logic is sound, he can sleep soundly even in a graveyard, let alone walk through an abandoned building. Moreover, he is more curious about the full meaning of the phrases "do not approach" and "curiosity will."

But after walking for a while, Li Yili was disappointed. Although the passage had not collapsed, most of the faces on the wall had been smashed. The faces that were not completely smashed only had their upper half remaining, and the mouths were smashed.

Li Yili was somewhat discouraged, but she also understood. Putting herself in that person's shoes, if someone with a guilty conscience or who had been terrified were to flee through such a passage, the faces on both sides of the passage would seem to come alive, vividly speaking to that person with ferocious expressions.

……

Most of them will go completely insane; those with milder symptoms will run faster, while those with more severe symptoms will go berserk and destroy the statues.

However, the craftsmanship of these statues is indeed very high. No matter how the angle is changed, the eyes of those faces seem to follow him intently. If one doesn't know anything about art, one might actually be frightened by these statues, but as long as one doesn't look at the statues, this won't happen—

Li Yili's body trembled violently, stiffening like a frog being stared at by a snake. The faint, imperceptible gaze pricked his back like a needle.

He was being watched, and behind him seemed to be only a human face that looked like it had been bricked into the wall.

"what……"

Li Yili let out a long breath, and with his eyes wide open, he bravely turned his head to look. Because his eyes had already adapted to the dark environment, he could vaguely see the faces on the walls on both sides of the passage. Sure enough, those eyes were staring intently at him.

Li Yili silently took out the fluorescent dye and poured it onto the middle.

On his finger, in the darkness, the fluorescent green middle finger suddenly stood up, pointing at two rows of hideous faces.

Who are you trying to scare?

Li Yili sneered, turned her head defiantly, and swaggered into the deeper part of the area.

As Li Yili left, darkness gradually engulfed the passage, leaving only a pool of fluorescent dye on the ground.

"Crunch, crunch—"

Accompanied by a chilling wriggling sound, several dark shadows quickly emerged and engulfed the fluorescent dye on the ground.

Chapter 57 Reading order is reversed

After walking for nearly ten minutes, Li Yili encountered three forks in the road again. However, this time they were not three forks side by side, but three different passages leading in different directions. Li Yili peeked out and saw that there were no ferocious faces on either side this time. It looked like an ordinary tunnel.

Li Yili pondered for a moment, then raised the small fluorescent stool in her hand. The faint light explored the darkness little by little, and the moment it touched the darkness above her head, a hideous face suddenly appeared.

Li Yili raised her fluorescent middle finger.

"Ha... this time, are they carving the face on top of the head?"

Li Yili grinned and swaggered into the passageway directly in front of her.

When the terror of the unknown can be predicted, or even anticipated, the unknown itself merely adds a little excitement and variation to a boring life.

Of course, he didn't need such amusement. He just wanted to figure out what Yerobo Anhulu was up to. As a fellow chosen one of the gods, Dela Pal, who was focused on advancement, always showed a look of disgust when the Temple of Guoweidun was mentioned, because the Temple of Guoweidun was already abandoned and was meaningless and even an eyesore to the chosen ones of the gods.

But Jeroboam, the chosen one of the gods, lived directly in the Goweton Temple.

Something just doesn't feel right. Maybe it's related to the temple itself, or maybe they're trying to use the temple to cover something up.

The former is impossible from a common-sense perspective, because the temple itself has long been devoid of spirituality. The latter is possible, but somewhat far-fetched. Jeroboam is visiting Gowerton for the first time. He only arrived yesterday and checked into the Gowerton Temple after 9 p.m. He appeared at the Sheep Village building at the appointed time this morning. What could that possibly cover up?

Hiding something? Or hiding someone?

That makes a lot of sense. Gowerton is remote and nobody cares about it. The Gowerton temple is also completely abandoned, so even the residents of Gowerton don't care about it. It's the perfect place to hide people or things.

Why bring over far more contaminants than were prepared for the séance in just three days? That amount exceeded the permitted limit and would definitely attract the attention of the Crusades. If they investigated along the path of Jeroboam, they would find this temple.

Li Yili felt a slight headache, shook her head, and decided to wait until she found Yerobo Anju's location before thinking about it. To relieve her headache, Li Yili decided to restore her sanity by evaluating the temple's decoration.

As Li Yili ventured deeper, he noticed an increasing number of pebbles at his feet and more and more signs of damage on the walls. Clearly, those who had explored this place before were not as carefree as he was in calmly evaluating these statues and had chosen to destroy them.

However, something unusual happened next: more and more rubble appeared on the ground, and the gaps between the damaged walls became increasingly larger. Finally, Li Yili found the answer on a statue that stood out in the dim tunnel.

It was still a face that seemed to be uttering some unknown syllable, but this time it was no longer just a face. It had a complete head, a neck, an upper body embedded in the corner of the wall, and a hand that seemed to be struggling to be pulled out of the wall.

Because it's located at the angle between the wall and the ceiling, you can't touch it unless you deliberately jump up. That's probably why this underworld statue hasn't been destroyed.

Of course, "underworld" is also a compliment to the craftsmanship. At first glance, it really looks like someone was petrified and dragged into the wall.

Li Yili bent down and used her foot to clear away the rubble on the ground. There were several cylindrical fragments inside, similar to the arm of the underworld statue in the corner of the wall.

Is this the style of decoration?

Li Yili pressed his neck and turned it left and right, then looked back at the passage he had come from. The cotton thread hung in the darkness, trembling slightly as if from his movements, but Li Yili's attention was entirely focused on the gravel on the ground.

If it's just a face, then there are far too many pebbles on the ground, but if the statue has a head, a neck, and an upper body, then that's enough.

Considering the scene at the beginning where the faces looked like they were pieced together like in an animation when the fluorescent stones were thrown, most of the statues along the way could probably be connected as well.

The person buried in the wall screamed and struggled to climb out.

but……

Li Yili slowly turned around to face the direction she came from, a bead of cold sweat running down her forehead.

He did not enter the entrance, but rather an escape route that had been opened up; he did not walk in the direction of the entrance, but rather in the direction of the panicked escape route of those who had broken into the temple.

So, is it possible that he read in the wrong order...?

Li Yili's lips twitched, and she handed the fluorescent stool in her hand to the still intact statue in the corner. In the man's wide, terrified eyes, there were two pairs of eyes staring intently at him, following the faint light.

Those are snakes; a strangely shaped snake is parasitizing each of the statue's eyes!

Li Yili couldn't help but gasp, suppressing the urge to shout "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon," and then...

The urge to twist off the intact statue's head lingered, and wearily continued forward. In order to keep herself alert and not scare herself, Li Yili could only guess wildly based on the available information.

"If curiosity is... then let's just say it's a god with a very strong sense of curiosity."

Because she had already approached out of curiosity, Li Yili automatically ruled out the possibility that the person she was warning was an extremely dangerous god, since her spirituality had already been drained.

"Stop listening? That means we can't listen to this god. And he's a very curious god. Oh, he must be a fraud. So we can't take this god's words too seriously."

"The Freedom Society, um~ is a free god."

"Stop talking. Hmm, you're right. After all, he's a curious and free-spirited liar god. If we continue talking, something terrible will happen."

Li Yili subconsciously recalled various movies and novels she had seen before. When it came to deceitful gods, the first one that came to mind was Loki, followed by Hermes, but there were always some aspects of these two that didn't match this temple.

"Loki, Hermes, hmm~ Lokis? Hmm~ that matches up~"

Li Yili's leisurely voice echoed continuously in the dark tunnel, spreading deeper and deeper [erosion].

Cold, dim light swept across the deep space, and within the light appeared children, withered old men, and eerie women.

Dela Pal stood in the center of the deep space with her hands behind her back, her eyes reflecting the shimmering light and the huge, eerie shadows it cast.

Dela Pal understood why, whenever the topic of former cadres came up, those ministers who were only one step away from becoming cadres would show expressions of horror and say they had no such thoughts. There was only one reason.

The fewer monsters like these, the better.

Finally, all the light rays intertwined and shone on Dela Pal, and Dela Pal's shadow and the light shone together.

“Della Pal, you are only one step away from becoming a true chosen one of the gods.”

“Your mental state is very stable, sufficient to perform the ritual.”

It sounded like the voices of several people overlapping in Dela Pal's ears.

“I need at least three ancient gods’ relics with the same number that can cause unknown variables at the gamma level,” Dela Pal asked bluntly with her hands behind her back. “I will absorb these and transform into a chosen one of the sequence gamma.”

“No, what you need are three or more ancient divine legacies of the gamma level with completely different numbering.”

Dela Pal's eyes twitched violently. "This joke isn't funny at all."

This is common knowledge among those favored by the gods: relics with the same number mean that the knowledge they are endowed with is similar. Gamma-level relics can cause completely unknown mutations. No one can predict what kind of impact such power will bring. That's why people choose gamma-level relics with the same number to minimize the risk as much as possible.

Rather, the specific number of the gamma-level heritage must be determined based on the previously absorbed heritage numbers.

Now, these officials are telling him he needs three or more completely different gamma-level heritages with different serial numbers.

"The so-called archaeological level is nothing but child's play, and the chosen ones are just a group of thieves who sneak into a world they shouldn't have set foot in and can never go back. Gamma determines what identity they use to survive in that world."

"It is to respect God and become God's warrior."

"It is fear of God that makes one a slave to God."

"It means obeying God and becoming God's messenger."

"It is to disobey God and become God's enemy."

"still……"

Dela Pal's hands, which were behind her back, slowly fell down.

"Blasphemy."

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Do Not Blaspheme the Gods

For those who have never set foot in this world, the legacy of the ancient gods is simply the legacy of the ancient gods. They cannot see any difference, only that it is very powerful. But in the eyes of these chosen ones who steal the legacy of the gods under the guise of archaeologists, the legacy of the ancient gods is completely different, which leads to different numbering systems.

This number serves both as a distinction and a warning.

Because the compatibility between different numbered versions of the Legacy of the Gods is very poor.

Even though they are all ancient divine legacies of supernatural ignition, the power and knowledge they contain are completely different.

If absorbing relics with the same number is like continuously enduring the impact of cognition from an unknown world, then absorbing relics with different numbers is equivalent to being impacted by the cognition from two unknown worlds. Furthermore, once the power of relics with different numbers has been absorbed, even if one continues to absorb relics with the same number afterward, and uses a massive amount of knowledge to suppress and obscure the incompatible parts, that small part of the "anomaly" will not be eliminated, and that part of the "anomaly" will erupt at the most critical moment.

In mild cases, they become lost or go insane; in severe cases, they become pollutants or even natural disasters.

This is probably a warning from the gods residing in the ancient power: once you choose faith, you should not forget it, much less learn about other faiths. If it is just a small, harmless anomaly, you can overcome it with your own willpower and the help of other things.

However, Gamma occupies a very important position in each of the numbered ancient divine legacies, a pillar-like position that is absolutely inviolable. Upon transforming into a true divine chosen one, it absorbs three or more ancient legacies with different numberings.

The act of infringing upon the legacy of the gods can only be described as blasphemy.

What will we encounter and experience during this process? What will happen if we fail?

Compared to such insignificant "trivial matters," what Dela Pal was more concerned about was that there were so many chosen ones who had committed such blasphemy, survived, and even became more powerful.