Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Murals
The distance from the Northern Ice Wind Valley to Azure Vault City is sowhat far, and it would take Hans and the others at least a few days to return.
Anyway, the back of the Storm Dragon Eagle is wide enough to carry these people without any issue.
Hans and the others respectfully took their orders, watching Duke and Dali step into the deep passage.
The Storm Dragon Eagle spread its wings, flying to a towering ice cliff nearby, perching there, its sharp gaze scanning the entire valley like a loyal guardian.
After Duke and Dali walked into the stone gate, the passage gradually grew dim.
He casually cast a Lighting Technique, a light orb floating beside him illuminating the entire passage inside.
The walls on both sides of the passage were carved with ancient murals and runes, though eroded by ti, their general content could still be discerned.
Dali frequently stopped, carefully studying the murals and runes on them.
"These depict the birth of the God of Light," she said, pointing at a mural which showed that the God of Light had been born since the beginning of the world’s creation, appearing as a ball of light, "Here..."
As Dali saw the back of the mural, she suddenly froze, her fingers trembling slightly.
Duke noticed her anomaly and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"According to the mural’s depiction, the God of Light would eventually fall for this world..." Dali’s voice started to tremble.
As the Holy Daughter of the Light Sect, Dali was clearly having difficulty accepting this ending.
Following the mural, Duke saw that the God of Light indeed transford into countless points of light and dissipated.
The structure of the mural is still too simple to reveal much, providing only so vague information.
These murals are very ancient, no one knows how many tens of thousands of years ago they were carved.
Duke felt strange when he thought about it. When the murals were drawn, the God of Light should have still been alive, right?
Based on the information from Dali and these Light believers, the God of Light’s disappearance wasn’t long ago, only seven or eight years ago.
Yet these murals are at least several thousand years old. Could it be that soone foresaw the ultimate demise of the God of Light back then?
The two didn’t have much information and couldn’t derive any conclusions in a short ti. They could only rember all the contents of these murals and then continue forward.
As the two continued deeper, the passage gradually sloped downwards.
Turning a corner, what lay ahead was an uneven wall, seemingly the end of the path.
Duke looked around, finding no other exits, as if reaching this point was already the limit.
This was evidently unreasonable. If there was so little inside this underground structure, why build it in such a concealed place?
Duke then ca before the wall, rely observing and feeling its cold stone surface.
After pondering for a while without figuring anything out, he turned and asked, "Dali, can you sense anything?"
Dali walked over, closed her eyes after looking at the wall, seemingly feeling sothing.
Monts later, she opened her eyes, ca before the wall, and pressed her hand against it, channeling her energy into it.
As she infused this energy, the wall began to change, the rough structure rapidly fading away.
The entire wall seed to shed its skin, gradually revealing its true appearance below.
Only then did Duke see that a huge door was hidden beneath, looking very ancient.
On the door were intricate Light Runes and a praying maiden, whose outfit distinctly identified her as the Holy Daughter of the Light Sect.
Stepping back for a clearer view, it seed as if the maiden was praying to the God of Light in a magnificent, grand hall.
Duke observed the door’s pattern closely, where the praying maiden was vividly depicted, seemingly ready to step out from the door at any mont.
The pure light energy emanating from the door was calming, a perfect fusion with the ancient aura previously felt.
"This should be a recognition chanism," Dali softly spoke, her gaze deeply absorbed by the maiden’s image on the door, "Only a true Light believer can open it."
She stepped forward slowly, gently pressing her palm against the maiden’s image on the door’s center.
As Dali whispered an ancient prayer, gentle white light flowed from her hand, injecting into the runes on the door.
The maiden’s image on the door seed to co to life, with the carved eyes faintly glowing, gazing at Dali.
A gentle hymn suddenly emanated from sowhere, echoing through the passage.
Following a soft chanical hum, the gigantic stone door slowly slid open to both sides, revealing the view behind.
The space behind the door opened up into a vast circular hall, with countless glowing crystals embedded in the do, sparkling like the starry sky.
In the center of the hall stood a towering Divine Statue of Light, crafted from pure crystal, which cast a gentle and sacred glow under the internal illumination.
The statue’s face was rciful and solemn. Although its facial features were not carved, from its form it could be discerned as female.
The God of Light from the Oracle Plane and the Wizard Plane were the sa, with a female image in people’s minds.
The surrounding walls were filled with exquisite murals, depicting the doctrines and miracles of the God of Light.
The floor was paved with white marble inlaid with golden edges, spotless, as if freshly cleaned.
Most astonishing was the rich and pure Light Attribute Energy perating the entire hall, where one could feel the flow of power with every breath.
Dali involuntarily knelt, worshiping, tears of reverence in her eyes.
"This is the true Holy Land of Light..." she murmured, her voice filled with devotion and emotion.
Though not as devout as Dali, Duke could still feel the special nature of this place.
The energy here was pure and powerful, yet gentle and harmless, enveloping one in warmth.
The two walked slowly into the hall, their footsteps echoing in the open space.
As they ventured further, the surrounding crystals on the walls lit up in succession, guiding their way.
When they stood before the Divine Statue of Light, it began to glow, emitting a soft light.
Monts later, the entire statue transford into a white orb of light, floating over of its own accord.
The orb first approached Holy Daughter Dali, but seed to hesitate for a mont before moving to Duke.
Gazing at this massive orb of light, Duke could sense the imnse Light Attribute Energy within, and a certain incomprehensibly powerful and terrifying force.
Against this power, he felt so small and insignificant.
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