Chapter 470

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Chapter 470: Underground Altar

The seventh seat frowned slightly and sneered, “No wonder you’re the first seat; your airs are indeed considerable…”

“So, what exactly is our mission this time?” The ninth seat bypassed the topic of the first seat and continued, “Mobilizing five [believers] at once is quite rare.”

“Is it? I seem to recall a larger operation not long ago,” the seventh seat said softly, casting an intentional glance at Shen Qingzhu. “Seven believers attacked the fasting site, and all the higher-ranking believers died, leaving only one newcomer to return alive… Don’t you find that strange?”

Shen Qingzhu met the gaze of the seventh seat, his expression darkening.

“What do you mean by that?” the ninth seat said coldly. “Are you questioning Lord Murmurs?”

“No, how could I dare to question Lord Murmurs?” The seventh seat shook her head. “I just find it strange that ever since this little one joined us, the number of members we’ve lost in a year exceeds that of the previous twenty years. Perhaps this kid is a disaster; whoever gets close to him is bound to die.”

“Is that so? Then how am I still alive?” The ninth seat stepped in front of the seventh seat, his eyes icy as he spoke menacingly, “Woman, if you dare to say such nonsense again, do you believe I won’t tear your mouth apart first?”

“Just based on you?”

“Enough!” The voice of the third seat suddenly rang out, halting the atmosphere in the room.

He stepped between the two, his drooping eyelids lifting slightly. “This is not a place for you to fight among yourselves. If you want to brawl, wait until the mission is over; for now, just do your work honestly!”

Both the ninth seat and the seventh seat fell silent simultaneously.

“Follow me.” The third seat turned and walked toward the corner of the room, heading for the broken steps leading underground.

The seventh seat, ninth seat, and twelfth seat followed closely behind. Shen Qingzhu squinted at the back of the seventh seat for a long time before finally stepping forward, trailing behind the others as they descended the steps.

From the number of steps, it seemed they had descended at least three floors underground. The sides of the steps were empty and pitch black, with only the sound of the seventh seat’s high heels echoing, indicating they were in a vast underground space.

As they reached the bottom of the steps, the third seat waved his hand gently, and dim lights flickered on, illuminating a corner of the underground space.

Shen Qingzhu froze in place at the sight before him.

In the dim light, the outline of a massive gray-black altar emerged. This altar was about the size of a football field, lying quietly in the center of the underground space, its surface covered in cracks, resembling an artwork that had been shattered and reassembled.

In the upper right corner of the altar, a large number of bricks and stones were missing, but they had now been filled in with some yellow-brown unidentified substance, looking exceedingly strange.

“This is…” The ninth seat’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at the altar.

“The Altar of the Underworld,” the third seat spoke slowly. “This is a divine object from beyond the mist, restored to its current form. Our mission is to infuse our spiritual energy into the altar to awaken it completely…”

“Infuse spiritual energy?” The seventh seat frowned slightly. “Such a simple task requires so many of us to accomplish?”

The third seat glanced at her. “Do you know what a divine object is? To fully unleash its power, it requires divine energy to activate. If we rely solely on spiritual energy to awaken this altar, even just to trigger it, the amount of spiritual energy needed is astronomical…

Even if we personally poured in spiritual energy day and night, it would take at least two months to barely activate it.”

“So, for the next two months, we have to spend time in this hellhole?” The twelfth seat’s expression darkened.

“That’s right.” The third seat nodded and added, “This is Lord Murmurs’ command.”

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

Shen Qingzhu furrowed his brows as he examined the altar, pondering, “What will happen after we awaken this altar?”

“You’ll find out then.”

Shen Qingzhu continued to ask, “Since this is a divine object from the mist, how did it end up underground in Lintang City? With such a large size, it couldn’t have crossed the border quietly and been transported here, could it?”

“That’s not something you should concern yourself with.” The third seat showed no intention of answering that question.

After failing to get answers to two consecutive questions, Shen Qingzhu’s brows tightened further. Taking advantage of the others dispersing to examine the altar, he stepped forward to observe around it.

Soon, he seemed to discover something, gently crouching down and pinching the ground with his fingertips.

Soil?

Shen Qingzhu looked at the clump of soil on his fingertip, momentarily taken aback. He raised his head to look around and noticed that the ground was scattered with dirt, which was not very noticeable under the dim light.

This should be a basement that originally existed in the manor, with the floor paved with tiles. Where did all this dirt come from?

After pondering for a moment, Shen Qingzhu stood up and began to walk toward the dim surroundings.

The lighting in this basement had deteriorated over the years, with most of it damaged. Only scattered lights illuminated the underground space, while large areas remained shrouded in darkness. Shen Qingzhu rubbed his fingertips together, and a small flame appeared in his palm, illuminating the dim environment around him.

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

“Is there a draft?” Shen Qingzhu noticed the direction of the flame in his hand shifting and narrowed his eyes.

After a moment of contemplation, he slowly moved forward in the direction of the airflow…

Eventually, he arrived at another wall opposite him. This wall was constructed like the others, but strangely, in the center, it was covered by a large black cloth, about ten meters long, completely obscuring the wall.

The corners of the cloth fluttered slightly, as if a breeze was passing through.

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

Rip—!

The cloth fell with a sound, revealing a large hole over four meters in radius, with the edges of the opening uneven and not resembling a man-made excavation. A slight breeze blew out from the hole, and the dark cavity extended deep into the ground, leading to an unknown destination.

Shen Qingzhu looked at the large hole, his eyes filled with even more confusion.

At that moment, a hand rested on his shoulder.

Shen Qingzhu turned sharply, only to see the third seat standing quietly behind him, gazing at the large hole before them, calmly saying:

“Having too much curiosity is not a good thing… newcomer.”