Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 507: The Dark Secret of the Temple Tomb

The Lost City is a place full of mystery and danger, and every inch of its land tells a tragic history. Everything here has been swallowed by magma, but the remaining ruins still silently witness the former glory and decline of this civilization. Walking in the ruins, Xingluo was shocked by the scene here, feeling the weight of history and the vicissitudes of time. Although this city has been lost, its story will always be passed down in this land swallowed by fire, and even the main material plane has records of it.

Xingluo knew that in order to find the ritual to create the cursed object, he had to go deep into the temple. Although the city had now become a ruin, there was no guarantee that there was no danger. Xingluo's mental power had been pushed to the limit, but he still didn't find anything unusual, so he had to step into the temple.

At the westernmost end of the Lava Abyss, in the ruins of the Lost City, there is a temple that is said to contain ancient secrets and forgotten powers. A brave adventurer named Calvin heard that the temple might contain a ritual to create a cursed object, so he decided to go and find out, but he never came back.

Strictly speaking, Xingluo was also an experienced explorer who had survived many dangerous places, but this journey seemed quite peaceful. The ruins of the lost city were shrouded in an eerie silence, and the hot breath of lava made the air thick and unbearable. Xingluo carefully passed through the ruined buildings and collapsed streets, and finally came to the entrance of the temple.

Ancient symbols and patterns were carved on the outer walls of the temple. Although they had become blurred due to years of erosion, the mysterious power of these symbols could still be vaguely discerned. Xingluo pushed open the broken stone door and walked into the interior of the temple. It was pitch black here, with only the faint light coming through the broken roof, allowing him to barely see the road ahead.

On the altar inside the temple, there were some broken utensils and sacrificial supplies, and the air was filled with a smell of decay. Xingluo took out an oil lamp, lit it, and carefully observed the surrounding environment. He found a hidden passage behind the altar, which seemed to lead to the underground tomb of the temple.

Xingluo walked down the passage, which became narrower and darker. The walls were still painted with those ancient murals, depicting the rise and fall of the lost city. After walking for about ten minutes, he came to the entrance of the tomb. The tomb was quiet, and the only sound he could hear was his own heartbeat.

There were many broken coffins and remains in the tomb. Xingluo felt that there was some incredible power hidden here. He continued to move forward, carefully walking into the depths of the tomb. The faint light of the oil lamp in his hand flickered in the dark passage. As he went deeper and deeper, the temperature around him seemed to drop. A cold air swept along the passage, making him shiver. The air was filled with a nauseating smell of decay and staleness. Every step seemed to be stepping on some rotten substance, making a slight "crunching" sound.

The walls of the tombs were still painted with those ancient murals. Although the colors had faded, it was still possible to vaguely see that they depicted the rise and fall of the lost city. The faces of the people in the paintings were distorted, as if they were experiencing endless pain and despair. Their eyes seemed to be staring at the falling stars in the darkness, which made him feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

After walking for about ten minutes, he finally arrived at the entrance of the tomb. It was quiet here, with only his breathing and heartbeat sounding particularly abrupt in the silence. There were many broken coffins and remains in the tomb. Most of the coffins had decayed, revealing the scattered bones inside. These remains were in different postures, and some seemed to have experienced violent struggles before death, with bones twisted into strange angles.

The light of the oil lamp shone on a broken coffin, and the bones inside were covered with a dark red substance, as if they had been corroded by some evil force. Xingluo found that there were some ancient sacrificial items and strange spells scattered next to these bones, as if a priest had performed some strange rituals here.

There were subtle sounds coming from the depths of the tomb, like whispers, or like some creatures crawling slowly. Xingluo felt a chill down his spine, and he had to move forward more carefully, fearing that he would disturb the souls sleeping in the darkness. As he went deeper, the light of the oil lamp became dimmer and dimmer, as if the darkness in the tomb was greedily devouring the light.

At the deepest part of the tomb, Xingluo saw a huge and complete sarcophagus. The sarcophagus was engraved with complex runes and patterns, and in the middle was a distorted face, with a pair of empty eyes that seemed to be staring at him. Xingluo felt a strong sense of uneasiness, and he could almost hear his heartbeat echoing in this empty tomb.

Every corner of the tomb seems to hide endless fear and darkness, and every broken coffin and scattered remains are telling a horrible story. Xingluo knows that the deepest secrets of the lost city and the darkest past are buried here. Only the true brave can survive in this terrifying tomb and uncover those forgotten mysteries.

Xingluo stood in front of the huge sarcophagus, his heart beating wildly. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his fear, but the inescapable feeling of oppression followed him like a shadow. The runes and patterns on the sarcophagus exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if whispering those forgotten taboo secrets.

He carefully touched the cold surface of the sarcophagus with his hand, and instantly felt a chill on his fingertips. This chill penetrated his bones, and he shivered involuntarily. The light of the oil lamp reflected on the sarcophagus, casting strange shadows, as if those patterns and runes were wriggling in the dark.

At this moment, a low groaning sound came from the depths of the tomb, as if some imprisoned soul was screaming in pain. Xingluo quickly turned around and shone the dim light of the oil lamp in the direction of the sound, but he saw nothing, only endless darkness. His palms began to sweat, but his hand holding the oil lamp tightly did not shake at all.

He knew that he could not retreat. In order to uncover the secrets of this lost city, he had to explore every corner of this tomb. Xingluo carefully walked around the sarcophagus and went deeper into the tomb. As he walked, the broken bones and broken coffins under his feet made a creepy sound, and every step seemed to be stepping on the resentment of the dead.

At the end of the tomb, a huge stone door appeared, which was also engraved with complex runes and patterns. These runes and patterns echoed those on the sarcophagus, and seemed to be some kind of ancient spell. Xingluo stood in front of the stone door and felt an invisible force pulling him, as if there was endless darkness and terror hidden behind the door.