Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Bernadette nodded slightly and handed the piece of gray amber with the ghost picture frame sealed in her hand to Renekton.

Then he summoned an invisible servant and took the vertical eye-shaped ornament handed over by the invisible servant.

Sage forehead ornament? Renekton looked at the jewelry in Bernadette's hand curiously:

The core is a vertical eye inlaid with diamonds, shining with pure light, giving people an unusually sacred and wise feeling, but also seems rather cold and without warmth.

Bernadette took the sage's forehead ornament in her hand, paused for a moment and then put it against her forehead.

"The effect of time being stolen comes from the upside-down picture frame at the bottom of the high platform!"

Seeing this, Renekton quickly reminded him.

Bernadette's body instantly faded, and the next moment, she decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature.

It surged like a torrent and rushed into the main tomb chamber, covering the upside-down picture frame at the bottom of the platform.

The complex information quickly gathered and turned into Bernadette's flesh and blood body again. The picture frame lying upside down on the ground was already in her hand.

An invisible curtain covers the frame, isolating the frame from its surroundings.

As the impact of the picture frame on the surroundings was isolated, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the closed mausoleum, blowing away the invisible confinement and silence.

On the metal lamp stand on the wall, each candle burned quickly, and the firelight became extremely bright, but it soon came to the end of its life and melted away.

The old corpses on the ground also rotted quickly, and the stench quickly spread out.

In just a few seconds, the main tomb room became dark.

Upon seeing this, Renekton stepped into the main tomb chamber and rubbed his fingers together, creating several bright golden flames around him.

"The one who lives in you, can He seal this painting?"

"My method cannot isolate the time-stealing effect for a long time."

Bernadette handed the picture frame in her hand to Renekton, and the contents of the picture frame came into Renekton's eyes:

It was a portrait of Amon.

Dark eyes, black curly hair, wide forehead, thin face, wearing a black pointed hat and the most iconic crystal monocle!

"He is also narcissistic."

Renekton whispered in his heart, and then said as if talking to himself:

"Is there any way you can seal this painting?"

"Put the bone staff in your hand and the painting together." Saslier's voice immediately sounded in his mind.

"can."

After receiving Sasril's answer, Renekton handed the off-white amber with the ghost frame sealed in his hand to Bernadette, and took the portrait of Amon with his other hand.

After taking Amon's portrait, Renekton immediately took off the bone staff from his waist and attached it to it.

A dark, sticky shadow quickly spread from the bone staff, turning into a dark curtain that tightly wrapped Amon's portrait.

Bernadette also quickly took off the sage's forehead ornament. Her face turned a little pale, and it seemed that using this magical item put a lot of pressure on her.

The most dangerous thing here has been sealed, Renekton said in a much more relaxed tone:

"There is a passage leading to the abyss. Let's destroy it by the way."

Bernadette nodded slightly and walked towards the wall on the other side.

Renekton stepped forward to follow, and at the same time controlled several bright golden flames to spread out, illuminating the surrounding environment.

The original murals on the walls were mottled due to the accelerated flow of time. Most of the murals were damaged as a result. Even with his reasoning ability at the level of a secret teacher, Renekton was unable to restore much. details of the mural.

Bernadette stopped in front of the only relatively complete mural, and Renekton controlled a golden flame to float up along the mural.

Up to the dome, the murals in that part still retain their colors.

The mural describes a majestic and continuous mountain range. On the highest main peak, there is a cross higher than the mountain.

The cross is covered with layers of light and looks extremely sacred.

A majestic and tall figure vaguely appeared in front of it, and the mountains were like pets crawling at his feet.

Renekton instantly thought of the battle between the gods. Whether it was the goddess or Amon, they all transformed their bodies into the size of a hill.

Then he tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice:

"The 伱 in this mural is not realistic, is it?"

Sasril probably didn't expect Renekton to ask such a question. After two seconds of silence, his voice echoed in Renekton's mind:

"It can be said that during battle, He will reveal this form."

"Whether they are giants, dragons, or phoenixes, they are all huge mythical creatures. This huge posture makes it easier for me to fight."

Bernadette's eyes had withdrawn from the mural, and she was thinking about Renekton's words just now.

The look in his eyes was as dark as deep thought, and he spoke after a while:

"Are the ancient sun god and the true creator the same person? Or, to be more precise, the same god?"

"It can be equated to a certain extent. The true creator is the incarnation of the ancient sun god's negative personality and extreme emotions, but he also inherited human nature and went crazy because of it."

Renekton nodded slightly and answered in the affirmative.

"The evil spirit of the ancient sun god?" Bernadette's eyes flashed and she gave a tentative guess.

Renekton did not answer the question and returned his gaze to the mural.

Bernadette didn't ask further questions. She just happened to have this association and asked casually.

The true will of the Creator residing in each other must be audible to the current conversation between the two. It is disrespectful to discuss this topic.

Her eyes fell on the bottom of the mountain, where there were two angels with twelve pairs of wings on their backs. They each held a baby in their arms and walked humbly to the top of the mountain.

The baby on the left has slightly curly black hair, while the baby on the right has light blond hair.

One of their eyes is black and the other is golden.

Bernadette looked at the baby on the left and read out a name in a very soft voice:

"Amon."

Immediately, her eyes turned to the baby on her right.

"Brother Amon." Renekton spoke first.

Bernadette was silent for a moment, then whispered softly:

"audience?"

After just a second or two of silence, she looked at the mural again, looking at the chained giant and the giant dragon whose feet were bound and could never reach the ground.

After seeing the entire mural, Bernadette seemed to want to reach out and touch it, but stopped in mid-air, and spoke in a soft voice with some reminiscence:

"The path that belongs to the God of Steam, Sequence Eight, is called an archaeologist, but what is ridiculous is that the Church of Steam itself is covering up history."

"This is something my father once complained about in front of me."

"This is what all churches are doing." Renekton continued in a calm voice.

Bernadette did not continue this topic, as if it was just her temporary emotion.

Looking away from the mural, she said with a slightly deep voice:

"That Amon's brother, did his authority come from the giant dragon, while the giant's authority was left by the ancient sun god himself?"

"He holds more authority than the current Eternal Blazing Sun, and seems to be more powerful. Moreover, he is not as crazy as the ancient gods."

"Are you asking me?" Renekton looked at Bernadette in confusion. He didn't know whether the other person was asking him or talking to himself.

"If you know the answer."

While speaking, Bernadette had already turned around and walked towards the wall on the other side.

"It's about sequence."

After whispering something, Renekton turned around and followed Bernadette's footsteps.

In a corner, he saw a stone door with only an outline, standing hiddenly.

Bernadette stood quietly in front of this stone door, her eyes became extremely dark, lost focus, and became confused.

After a moment, she recovered and said in a low voice:

"This is the door to the abyss."

"Back off a little."

Bernadette warned, and then she herself took a few steps back, raised her hand to grab it in the void, and pulled out an ancient style handle. From the tip to the handle, there were blobs and blobs of blood burning, dots and dots of blood. Dark red spear.

The dark red spear sank into the stone door with an aura of destruction. Immediately, countless cracks appeared, and a black mist as thick as liquid spread out.

Bernadette raised her right hand again, and a slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in her palm.

Stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars shed rays of light one after another, and merged into a magnificent giant pillar of light, completely covering the stone door that was only outlined in outline.

It begins to dissolve under the starlight, collapses and dissipates, as if it had never existed.

"All right."

Bernadette's voice was as calm and cold as ever.

Renekton nodded slightly and said in a pleasant voice:

"Let's pick up the harvest. Although it doesn't have demigod-level characteristics, the monster materials, as well as these extraordinary leftover characteristics and magical items, can be considered a big harvest."

Bernadette summoned several invisible servants, and they followed the route they took and began to pick up items and characteristics one by one.

"How convenient!" Renekton sighed in a low voice.

"Are you interested? I can teach you how to make an invisible servant."

After completing a fruitful exploration, Bernadette's voice was also colored with a little joy.

Seeing Renekton looking over, she returned to the previous question and answer:

"The sequence you just mentioned is related to the adjacent pathway?"