137: Chapter 137 The Bronze Temple!

"I heard it."

Lin Yuan sheathed slaying abyss, looked up, and those eyes reflecting endless stars and ambition locked onto the darkness deep within the mist.

He touched his chest where the scorching divine blood was, a fanatical smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"The big boss is cleared; now, it's time to open the final treasury."

Lin Yuan waved his hand, his black cloak snapping in the mist as he strode forward.

"Let's go."

"The true Burial Ground of the Gods—we have only just stepped over the threshold."

The deeper they ventured into the Burial Ground of the Gods, the more intense the soul-shuddering sense of oppression became.

The surroundings were silent, yet everywhere hid lethal killing intent capable of making an Eighth-Rank Great Expert regret their fate.

"Screech—!"

Not far ahead, a transparent spatial rift suddenly flashed into existence without warning.

A piece of ancient interstellar warship wreckage floating in the mist didn't even make a sound the moment it touched that rift; it was neatly sliced into two halves.

"Hiss..." Dragon Battle, who was following behind, gasped, subconsciously touching his own neck.

If he were to run into that, his body, which he took such pride in, would likely be less durable than paper.

"Shift left three steps, dive five meters, stop, wait three seconds, then proceed."

Lin Yuan, walking at the front of the team, moved as if he were strolling in a leisurely courtyard.

After the system's 3.0 update, the relaunched Gods Insight had undergone a qualitative leap in computing power and analytical capability.

Combined with the intuition Lin Yuan gained after merging with the divine blood, walking through this death minefield filled with spatial rifts and high-dimensional traps was practically like taking a stroll in his own backyard.

He led Dragon Battle, Ancient Sword Soul, and Ji Hongyi, repeatedly dancing on the edge of life and death, forcibly carving out an incredible path of survival.

Who knows how much time had passed.

"Whew..."

When Lin Yuan casually brushed away the last layer of mist before his eyes, everyone's field of vision suddenly opened up.

There were no more meteorites filling the sky, nor the raging spatial turbulence.

What appeared before them was a vast starry continent quietly floating in the deep reaches of the universe.

And right in the center of this continent stood a bronze temple so massive it would trigger megalophobia in anyone!

It was too ancient—so ancient that its bronze outer walls were covered in aged verdigris that looked like dragon scales.

The entire temple exuded an indescribable sense of vicissitude and sorrow, as if it had stood there since the very birth of the universe, witnessing the rise and fall of countless eras.

The temple's ten-thousand-zhang-tall bronze giant gates were tightly shut.

On the surface of the giant gates, large, splash-like patches of black mottled marks were shocking to the eye.

Those weren't ordinary stains; they were the blood of gods that had endured for hundreds of millions of years, yet still radiated terrifying pressure and had never fully dried!

"What on earth is this place..."

Just as everyone was rendered speechless by the magnificence of this bronze temple, a bizarre change suddenly occurred quietly within every member of the team.

"Hum—!"

Lin Yuan suddenly clutched his chest.

He was horrified to discover that the God-Demon Body Forging Technique, which had always been slowly tempering his body, had completely slipped out of his control the moment he approached the bronze temple and began running wildly on its own!

The speed was more than ten times faster than usual!

The residual high-dimensional energy in the surrounding air, which was originally violent and could not be directly absorbed, now rushed into Lin Yuan's body frantically, as if it had found long-lost relatives!

It wasn't just Lin Yuan; Dragon Battle, Ancient Sword Soul, and even the usually aloof Ji Hongyi—these three prodigies, who flowed with pure Earth human blood, all stood frozen in place.

They didn't practice the God-Demon Body Forging Technique, but their hearts were beating violently, and their blood surged through their veins like boiling water!

A sense of intimacy originating from the deepest parts of their genes, spanning endless time and space, mixed with an indescribable, extreme sorrow, flooded their emotions like a tide.

Unknowingly, Ancient Sword Soul had already walked to the bronze giant gate stained with black divine blood.

He reached out with a trembling hand, gently stroking the ancient and rugged patterns on the gate.

For some reason, two lines of hot tears uncontrollably welled up and spilled from his eyes.

"Captain..."

Ancient Sword Soul's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a choked sob he couldn't even understand himself: "This place... I've never been here before."

"But why... do I feel like this place is just like the ancestral home left behind by our ancestors?"

It was the heartbreak and attachment a wanderer feels after drifting for hundreds of millions of years, only to finally return to a ruined homeland.

"Left behind by our ancestors..."

A shocking golden light flashed in the depths of Lin Yuan's eyes.

He didn't wipe away the similarly inexplicable tear from the corner of his eye, but instead took a deep breath, strode forward, and pressed both hands firmly onto those two dusty bronze giant gates.

"Whether it was left by our ancestors or not, we'll know once we push it open."

Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes, and the terrifying power that had just transformed within him erupted!

"Open... for me!!!"

"Rumble—!!!"

Dust from hundreds of millions of years fell in cascades, and the gate finally, at this moment, slowly opened a crack toward this group of humans from Earth.

There were no mountains of gold and silver treasures as imagined, nor were there peerless divine weapons radiating precious light.

When the group crossed that high bronze threshold and entered the interior of the temple, all they saw was emptiness, dead silence, and... a huge, cloud-piercing bronze mural that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The interior of the temple was pitch black.

Lin Yuan flicked his fingertip, and a flame fusing true qi and divine blood rose up, turning into a small sun that hovered above the temple dome, completely illuminating the scene around them.

When they saw the content carved on the mural, everyone, including Lin Yuan, stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

The first mural depicted a bloody slaughter worthy of being called the end of the universe.

The protagonists of the scene were a group of giants clad in rough animal skins, wielding huge stone axes or bone clubs.

They had no fancy magic treasures, no world-destroying formations, but their physical bodies were powerful enough to tear stars apart with their bare hands!

That was... the Ancient God-Demon!

And opposite them, the enemies surging forward like a black tide made Lin Yuan and the others feel incredibly familiar.

There were countless monsters with huge tentacles exuding the aura of death; mechanical life forms with cold gears and metal cannons embedded all over their bodies; and void behemoths as large as stars!

The Void Royal Family! The predecessor of the Cult of the Machine God! The ancestors of the Starry Sky Behemoths!

This was the apocalyptic war that broke out between the myriad races of the universe and the Ancient God-Demon in the ancient era—the Twilight of the Gods!

But this was not what shocked them the most.

Lin Yuan held up the firelight and walked tremblingly to the very center of the mural, to the heart of that extremely tragic battlefield.