The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

A lost civilization, a forgotten god, and a young man who may be the last descendant of the royal family.

All of this combined doesn't seem like a happy ending to a treasure hunt story.

Chen Guan, who had overheard everything, stopped in his tracks at that moment.

There seems to be something ahead.

His calm tone immediately stopped everyone in their tracks, and they gripped their weapons tightly.

The darkness ahead had thinned slightly, and the scenery of the passage changed wherever the eerie blue light of Yin Chen's shield reached.

The originally narrow stone-paved path suddenly opens up here, forming a spacious circular hall.

The walls of the hall have lost their rough rock texture, revealing an exceptionally smooth black stone wall, covered with huge relief murals.

Su Yuehe's breathing became rapid in that instant. She quickly walked to the wall and pressed her whole body against the stone wall.

The crowd followed and were deeply shocked by the sight before them.

These murals are simple and grand in style. Although the erosion of the long years has blurred many details, one can still feel the magnificent momentum they contain.

The murals on the left depict scenes of inheritance.

A figure wearing a crown hands the scepter to the next person who is also wearing a crown.

From the first king, this tradition has continued for dozens of generations, with each king's face clearly recognizable, exuding an aura of majesty and holiness.

"This is the inheritance of bloodline..."

An Changqing looked at the mural and sighed softly.

"This seems to be a temple. Every king looks remarkably alike. Is this to emphasize the legitimacy of their bloodline?"

The mural on the right depicts the daily life and beliefs of this civilization.

Led by the king, countless people knelt and offered sacrifices before an enormous figure.

The figure sat high in the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, making it impossible to see its exact appearance. Even through the mural, one could feel the oppressive aura of looking down upon all living beings.

"That being exists..."

Su Yuehe's fingers gently traced the supreme figure on the mural, her voice trembling slightly.

"This is the god they worship, the forgotten god."

Hongyuan leaned over and looked at it for a long time, then pursed her lips.

"After all this time, I still can't make out what it looks like. These ancient painters are so impressionistic!"

Even Baal, the demon god who is opposed in human society, has a concrete form.

There's more to it than meets the eye.

Yin Chen's tone changed, and he raised his hand to point to the head of the deity in the mural.

"Look carefully."

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and their breathing became heavy.

In every mural depicting a deity, whether receiving worship or performing miracles, His face was brutally destroyed.

Deep, crisscrossing scratches covered the face where the god should have been, the chaotic marks revealing endless hatred.

It's as if someone, in the distant past, filled with boundless rage, personally erased the god they believed in from history.

It had nothing to do with the changing times; it was the people of that era who genuinely wanted to destroy this deity.

"This is……"

Looking at the scratches, Long Ao unconsciously tightened his grip on his weapon.

"Did believers destroy their own God?"

"How is this possible?"

An Changqing couldn't understand the scene before him at all, because even demons have their share of followers.

"This goes beyond simple forgetting; it's utter and complete destruction."

"What on earth happened to make a civilization do such a thing?"

Su Yuehe stared blankly at the destroyed murals.

Of the entire team, only Chen Guan's reaction was different.

A sharp pain shot through his head as his gaze fell upon the damaged murals.

That sense of familiarity became incredibly clear at that moment, shedding its vague pull and transforming into something that originated from the depths of the soul…

Sadness and anger.

"Chen Guan, what's wrong?"

An Changqing was the first to notice something was wrong and strode forward. He had just reached out to support the other person's shoulder when his fingertips were abruptly blocked by an invisible barrier in mid-air.

This resistance showed no trace of spiritual energy fluctuations; it was entirely formed by a torrent of emotions intertwined with sorrow and anger, creating an invisible wall of energy between the two.

Just by getting close, An Changqing felt his emotions being affected by the barrier. He quickly withdrew his hand, trying to shake off the inexplicable feeling.

Chen Guan did not respond to the calls from the outside world. He braced himself against the rough stone wall with one hand and pressed his temple tightly with the other.

Stray hairs, damp with cold sweat, clung haphazardly to his bloodless skin.

His entire back was trembling uncontrollably, a state that had never occurred before to someone who was usually known for his composure.

"Hey, don't scare me!"

Hongyuan casually hoisted the giant axe onto her shoulder and strode over. She looked anxiously at her teammates who were in all sorts of trouble, then turned to look at the stone wall next to her, which was covered with scratches.

"Why are you acting like you've lost your soul? Is there something strange about these tattered paintings?"

"Don't move!"

Fearing that Hong Yuan might cause trouble, Su Yuehe and Yin Chen shouted to stop her at the same time.

Su Yuehe quickly walked around to the other side of the coffin. While carefully observing her teammate's terrible condition, she turned to the person next to her and explained the reason.

"This is not an attack on the murals. The current state of the coffin is more in line with the information carried by these stone carvings and has created a certain resonance."

Yin Chen solemnly agreed, holding the short staff that emitted a soft blue light and remaining at a safe distance, showing no intention of approaching rashly.

"Su Yuehe is right, this is a kind of historical echo."

"The emotions remaining on these murals are extremely intense, and Chen Guan's bloodline happens to be the key to receiving them. He is now passively reliving what happened back then."

"His own perception of these myths must be extraordinary, and this situation only arose due to a series of coincidences."

"You've experienced it once?"

Long Ao, who had been standing silently on the periphery, frowned, his gaze shifting back and forth between the agonizing coffin and the mottled murals.

"Is he experiencing the process of believers betraying their own god?"

These words instilled an indescribable fear in everyone present.

They couldn't imagine the sheer amount of despair and hatred that would be required to sustain such a betrayal.

Holy crap, this is overwhelming! Everyone here is definitely not simple.

[How come everyone else gets so many opportunities when they return to their own family's ruins, while our Little Coffin Brother is just miserable.]

Is it possible that Chen Guan's so-called royal bloodline is actually that of the king who led the destruction of the gods?

[This is chilling to think about. If that's the case, then these stone statues are welcoming the descendant of a traitor. Who built this place?]

[No, doesn't anyone think Chen Guan is the last believer of a betrayed god? You're punished by having to go back and witness the opening of the coffin to see the god.]

[Isn't that coffin some kind of ancient monster that's been around for ten thousand years? That's ridiculous.]