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

Chen Guan looked into the depths of the sea well, took out the water-repelling pearl, and the water vapor from the icy sea fell on the surface of the pearl, quickly forming a thin layer of frost. He held it in his palm, and a transparent gas film diffused out from the pearl, forming a thin insulating layer against his clothes.

Guan Jinyue also activated a water-repelling bead. The two walked to the edge of the well one after the other, stepped onto the inner wall of the well, and slid down using the ice layer.

The two figures quickly disappeared into the dark sea well.

The wind and snow above were blocked by the ice cap.

The water from the icy sea rushed towards us, but was blocked by the air film created by the water-repellent beads.

Chen Guan's feet sank down the protruding icicles on the well wall, and the light at the well opening quickly shrank to a small patch.

The deeper you go, the colder it gets.

This chill seeped into my vision, into my sounds, making everything seem dull.

Chen Guan raised his right hand.

The dark mark on my palm still felt cold.

Emotional perception is completely ineffective here.

No, it's not that it's ineffective; it's that there's no living thing in there at all, so naturally, there's no emotion to speak of.

Baal's voice was intermittent, as indistinct as if it were across a distant body of water.

"Kid... don't rely on me too much... my... signal is bad..."

You can tell from my voice that it's really bad.

Upon hearing this, Chen Guan looked down and saw a black passage extending horizontally at the end of the well.

The entrance to the passage was embedded deep in the ice, with no doors or guards around it, only a ring of stone steps polished smooth by the seawater.

Guan Jinyue landed on the stone steps first, looking wary, clearly having also received Baal's reminder about the title.

The air membrane created by the water-repellent beads pushed the seawater to both sides, and the moment your feet touched the stone surface, dark silver patterns lit up throughout the passage.

She raised her hand to stop Chen Guan: "Don't move."

The coffin stopped half a step behind her, and the dark silver patterns extended inward along the wall before quickly fading away.

A silver glint appeared in Guan Jinyue's sleeves, and Chen Guan held his sickle horizontally at his side, both looking ready for battle.

However, after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

It seems like I've been tricked...

The two exchanged a glance and continued walking forward.

The passage is very long.

The walls on both sides are made of black stone, and the surface is covered with a fine layer of white frost.

The deeper you go, the less pressure the seawater becomes. After about a hundred meters, a half-open stone door appears in front of you.

There was no water behind the door, and the air membrane that the water-repellent beads stretched out automatically retracted the moment you stepped inside.

Guan Jinyue looked at the patterns on the door frame: "The space here has been divided."

Chen Guan looked up. The door frame was engraved with intricate lines, but those lines did not form the array structure he was familiar with. It was another blind spot in his knowledge.

Guan Jinyue reached out towards the door frame, but before his fingertips even touched it, the silver spatial crack was pressed back into his palm.

She withdrew her hand, her expression grave: "My abilities have been suppressed once again."

Chen Guan looked at her: "Can you still go in?"

Guan Jinyue answered decisively: "Yes."

After saying that, she took out a long sword, twirled it, and coincidentally, besides her spatial abilities, she also knew a little about swordsmanship.

When Chen Guan saw the sword, familiar memories flooded his mind, and he recalled Guan Jinyue's unpredictable and strange sword moves.

"That's fine then."

Guan Jinyue was silent for a moment before speaking, "Also, if we really encounter a situation where we can't escape, you can leave me behind."

Chen Guan kept walking: "You think I'm that kind of person?"

Having said that, he picked up his sickle and went inside.

Guan Jinyue watched his retreating figure, paused for a moment, and then followed.

She was serious about what she just said.

Beyond the stone gate lies a wider corridor with murals on the walls.

Chen Guan slowed his pace, pondering each detail.

The lines of the mural are ancient, and most of the colors have faded, but some of the patterns are still clear.

A sky without stars.

A city suspended in darkness.

There was also a figure wearing a long robe.

The person stood in the center of everything, his face devoid of features, a deliberately left blank area.

Chen Guan looked at the figure and tightened his grip on the sickle.

His intuition told him that it was the Lord of Nothingness.

Guan Jinyue keenly noticed his change: "You've seen him before?"

Chen Guan walked to the mural, raised his hand and stopped half an inch away from the outside of the stone wall, and gently hummed in agreement.

Guan Jinyue looked at the mural.

"This is... a demon god?"

"have no idea."

Chen Guan shook his head. Only after Guan Jinyue said that did he realize that he didn't even know whether the Lord of Nothingness was a righteous god or a demon god.

For example, his tenant Baal is a demon god who ascended to become one, while the gods are humans who ascended to become one.

Strangely enough, those who ascended to godhood began to disappear, and in the end, only demons like Baal remained active in the world.

He continued forward along the mural.

The first section of the mural depicts the city in darkness.

In the second section of the mural, the faceless, robed figure descends from the high platform, surrounded by many creatures whose races are indistinguishable.

Some of them have wings, some have huge bodies, and some are so distorted that they are difficult to recognize.

All that exists bows its head.

Only the man in the long robe walked forward.

Guan Jinyue looked at it for a moment.

"Was this after He became a god?"

Chen Guan shook his head: "It's also possible that later generations painted Him like this."

As for why he said that, it's because in the previous site, His face had been erased.

Although there are still no faces on the mural in front of us, it is very intact and has not been damaged, which is completely different from the last time.

Considering that Yue Teng told him about this place, he felt that it was very likely that it was built by later generations, probably by people who believed in Him after His passing, and sealed under this icy sea that was unsuitable for life.

This makes Chen Beixuan's true identity intriguing.

The coffin continued forward, and at the end of the corridor appeared a downward staircase.

Stone lanterns, about half a person's height, were placed on both sides of the steps. They emitted a faint blue light but no fire inside.

Each time the coffin is stepped down a level, the murals on the wall change.

The initial sense of superiority gradually faded away.

Another figure appeared beside the robed figure in the mural.

That was a child who was half a height.

The child was very small, wearing a tattered cloak, and always followed behind the person in the long robe.

In the first picture, the child sits beside the ruins, and a person in a robe stands in front of him, extending a hand.

In the second picture, the two are crossing the desert, with the child tugging at the hem of the robed man's garment.

In the third picture, the two stand by the sea. The man in the long robe points into the distance, while the child looks up at the sky, where stars twinkle.

In the fourth picture, they are walking through a human city, where people throw stones at them, and a man in a robe stands in front of the child to shield him.

In the fifth picture, they enter the snowfield. The child carries a bag bigger than himself, while the man in the long robe walks in front and turns back to wait for him.

The more Chen Guan looked at the coffin, the lower his brows became.

This was completely different from the Void Lord he had imagined.

These paintings do not glorify the gods; instead, they record the old path that the two people walked together.