The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Matthew's figure seemed particularly small in front of the ancient and huge golden door. His eyes were like torches, tightly locking onto the nine lifelike golden dragons on the door, trying to find out from them how to open this mysterious door.

The traces of time were visible on the door. Every texture and every carving seemed to be telling a dusty history, and the gems inlaid in various parts of the dragon's body exuded a mysterious and attractive luster.

Suddenly, Matthew's keen eyes caught a very subtle difference.

The eyes of one of the golden dragons seemed to flicker slightly at that moment, and the light was like a fleeting meteor in the night sky. If you don't look closely, you can't detect it at all.

Matthew's heart jumped suddenly, and a few words about mechanical techniques that he had read in an ancient book flashed through his mind.

The ancient book mentioned that some mechanisms are designed to be extremely ingenious and secretive, often hidden in the most subtle places that are not easily noticed. Only people with extremely keen observation can discover the mystery.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, with purple light flickering in his eyes.

Then he focused his attention on the eyes of the golden dragon.

Gradually, he saw clearly that the eyes of the golden dragon turned out to be a small and exquisite gem, surrounded by some vague and intricate runes. These runes seemed to be guarding some secrets, and seemed to be waiting for the right person to solve the mystery behind them.

Matthew stretched out his fingers carefully, and the movement was as gentle as touching a rare treasure, fearing that he would trigger some unknown danger if he was not careful.

When his fingertips gently touched the gem, the runes on the door that had been silent suddenly seemed to be injected with life, and suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated the space around the entire stone door.

Those lights were like smart elves, jumping and spinning happily on the door, gradually converging and interweaving together, forming a complex and mysterious pattern.

As the light flickered and the pattern gradually became complete, a low and heavy roar sounded, and the long-closed door slowly opened, and an ancient and mysterious atmosphere came to his face.

He gently put Na Luo on his shoulder, and then quickly formed seals with his hands, releasing a protective aura. The aura was like a transparent shield, emitting a soft light, tightly protecting him and Na Luo.

After doing all this, Matthew carefully raised his legs and stepped over the threshold, and walked into this hall full of unknowns.

The space inside the hall was more spacious than imagined, and bright light came from all directions. Matthew looked up and saw huge night-shining pearls inlaid on the wall. They were like the bright moon in the night sky, emitting a soft and bright light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight.

The floor of the hall is paved with huge golden bricks, each of which is engraved with exquisite patterns. These patterns are either complex totems or mysterious symbols, and each one shows unparalleled luxury and nobility.

In the center of this magnificent hall, a huge and eye-catching golden statue stands tall.

The statue is dozens of feet tall, as if a giant stands between heaven and earth, and its whole body shines with dazzling golden light. The light is so strong that it is as dazzling as the sun, and people dare not look directly at it.

The face of the statue is solemn and dignified, and every line is portrayed with strength and power, revealing a sacred and inviolable majesty.

Its deep and mysterious eyes seem to contain endless wisdom, as if it can penetrate the barriers of time and space and understand all the mysteries of all things in the world. Matthew feels that his soul is seen through the moment he looks at it.

The statue's right hand is raised high, tightly holding a scepter also made of gold.

The scepter was slender and gorgeous, with a huge diamond-shaped gem inlaid on the top.

The gem was like the brightest star in the night sky, emitting a soft and mysterious light. The light flowed down like water, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day, and every corner was shrouded in this magical light.

Matthew stood there and observed the surrounding environment.

After confirming that he did not see anything dangerous, he walked slowly and steadily towards the statue with full curiosity.

As he got closer and closer to the statue, the curiosity in his eyes became more intense, and his heartbeat accelerated a few points.

Finally, when he came to the statue, his eyes inadvertently fell on the feet of the statue, where there were lines of ancient characters engraved.

These characters were peculiar in shape and complex in strokes. Each character was like a mysterious scroll. Matthew had never seen such strange characters before.

However, although Matthew knew nothing about these characters, when his eyes touched them, a strong feeling inexplicably surged in his heart.

These seemingly ordinary words seemed to contain some kind of indescribable powerful power.

Matthew squatted down, staring at the ancient words without blinking, trying to decipher even the slightest information from them. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes revealed concentration and persistence.

Just as Matthew was concentrating on observing and thinking about those ancient words, suddenly, a clear and loud shout broke the silence around him: "Master, look at that weird old man!"

Matthew raised his head abruptly upon hearing the sound, and looked in the direction where Na Luo was looking, only to see the skinny old man who had entered the place before them, now staggering slowly into the hall.

Before this, Matthew had always thought that the skinny old man had entered the hall through other entrances, so he had not paid much attention to his whereabouts.

But now that he saw him appear from this direction, he immediately became alert.

He looked at the skinny old man who came in vigilantly.

And the skinny old man still looked the same, ignoring the existence of Matthew and Na Luo, turning his head slightly, and slowly scanning everything in the hall with his turbid eyes, revealing an elusive look in his eyes, as if everything he saw had nothing to do with him, and as if he was looking for something crucial.

Matthew stared closely at the skinny old man's every move, and his right hand quietly grasped the Heavenly Punishment Sword.

Naro seemed to sense the tense atmosphere, and he leaned close to Matthew's ear, growling slightly, as if to convey his uneasiness to Matthew.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense and oppressive.