The streamer flew by, slamming into the artificial soil under his feet, and the huge light and shadow and burst vermiculite chips burst into the sky, like an earth-shattering underground blast.

The shockwave from the astonishing explosion sent Steven, who was more than a dozen paces away, into the air, and the vermiculite crackled against the shell of the sturdy airtight suit. Perry, who was close at hand, was unscathed, splashes of dirt and black stones crashing into the golden light around him, falling as if they had encountered an impenetrable barrier.

When the furious sand dust cleared, Steven, who slowly got up, couldn't believe his eyes, he saw that the surface of the ground was pierced by golden light through a large hole, Perry was walking down without hesitation, he disappeared on the surface in a blink of an eye, and entered the cave that had been dusty for many years.

"Don't!" Steven rushed forward and held out a hand, intending to stop Perry, but the crazy stories in his diary kept him from stepping any further.

Follow him? Or escape? He struggled in his heart.

How do you go back? And what about the list of curses he was talking about? All this, all this, is it all a dream?

He bit his lip so hard that blood burst from his bottom lip. Feeling the pain in his heart and the bloody warmth of the tip of his tongue, he dared to be sure that this was true, all of this was true!

This Perry, he ...... He's going to open a door? What kind of door is that?

Steven was so anxious about this for some reason, he cautiously walked to the entrance of the cave, and looked at the golden light in the cave that wrapped Perry's body, first moving slowly, but suddenly speeding away, becoming a shining star in the darkness.

This surprised him again.

Pneumatic pipes! He used a pneumatic pipe! He suddenly came to his senses, and his heart began to hesitate.

One door, one door...... Steven muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in front of the cave in his heavy airtight suit.

He seemed to remember something, related to it, but it was clearly blurred in his mind.

What's going on? What exactly do I want to do? He was impatient, but he didn't know why.

What would my brothers do if they were here? He thought powerlessly about the strong bodies that were always protecting him in front of him, and he couldn't help but tremble all over, and suddenly he began to be terribly afraid.

Why are you so scared? I'm a Taylor! The intrepid Chilian trailblazer 'Greybeard' George. Descendants of Taylor! He reminded himself fiercely.

At this moment, inadvertently, the home of the farm appeared in front of his eyes, and in Steven's chaotic mind, a kind face suddenly appeared.

It was his mother, Mei, a pure-blooded Feather Min, a devout believer in Feather God, which reminded him of the story his mother had told him when he was a child.

A door for the Demon King?

Could it be that the feather god turned out to be real? He pondered the content of the story over and over again in his mind, and his heart was shocked.

Yumin's faith, his mother's faith, is also the belief he once believed.

Money, technology, vanity, and laziness made him start chasing fame and fortune in the world, and he gradually forgot about the unrealistic god and became an independent individual, his own god.

But like most ordinary and ignorant people, he not only lost his inner peace, but also achieved nothing, and finally fell into this barren land.

After this unbelievable day, Steven, who had an absolute belief in the feather god as a teenager, suddenly connected it all and came up with an answer that frightened him.

He must be stopped, he must be stopped from opening that door! Whether it's a passage to hell or not, there's always a good thing to stop him! He couldn't help but think.

He hesitated, but he resolutely walked down the cave in a thought, and with trepidation, he turned on the light on his chest and walked down the ramp along the black rock under his feet, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

A yellow pipe stretching down was in front of him, and Steven stood at the entrance to the barometric pipe. It looked so wide that it could fit his body in a hermetic suit.

Steven didn't know if it was a pipe to carry people or goods, or both, but Perry had been in for a while, and if he had climbed down, it would have taken a whole day, according to the diary.

Whatever, it's a big deal to risk your life! The stubborn Steven is almost a tendon, and once he decides on something, the rest is always underconsidered.

He quickly slipped into the pipe, thinking wildly for the protection of the feather god, and suddenly let go of the fingers that were gripping the wall of the pipe, and he slid down the pipe that was not very shaky at an angle.

Gliding through the air pressure tube, the start is not fast, but it is gradually accelerating. As the speed became faster and faster, the angle of the pipe became more and more inclined, and he watched the light on his chest illuminate the rock wall outside the pipe, and the rocks with interlaced teeth that rushed past him seemed to be a beast waiting to be devoured, which made Steven, who was secretly measuring speed with them as a reference, palpitate.

He finally began to scream uncontrollably, as fast as a meteor, so that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he screamed all the way, but his voice was completely muffled in that closed armor.

He felt himself falling, towards the bottomless abyss, the long gravitational acceleration torture made every minute seem like the eternal end, in the dark, Steven no longer knew how long he had fallen, he only knew that the slope of the pipe was gradually closing, and finally it had formed an upward trend, slowing down his rapid speed until it came to a complete standstill.

His feet were empty, and his whole body fell out of the pipe, hitting the ground with a heavy blow.

Awesome design, awesome, awesome. He slammed a flying kiss into the glove through his helmet and slapped it against the wall of the pipe.

Steven gasped, reining in the mood he had just been distracted. The golden light was blazing in front of him, revealing Perry glowing all over his body behind a small half-erected drilling platform.

"See that?" The golden Perry seemed to be aware of his approach, and he pointed to the black mountain wall in front of him, and in the light around him, the frame of a rectangular golden portal appeared, and its interior was pitch black, appearing darker than the surrounding rocks.

It seemed to be empty, but when it met the golden light on Perry's body, the ink color of nothingness suddenly surged like mercury.

"This is the entrance to the ruins, a four-dimensional space that breaks through time and space and seals memories. It looks like it's just behind the mountain wall, but it's far away, or maybe it's not on this planet at all. Perry touched the inky liquid with his hand, and they surged under his fingers as if they were boiling.