Three days later, early in the morning, Edrem walked with Mark into the empty temple. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mark followed behind Edrem, two crutches under his creaky socket, and with the strength of his arms, walking was no problem at all.

He attached great importance to going to Mount Kinabalu this time, so he didn't bring anyone with him.

Under Edrem's manipulation, behind the huge idol, a small hole soon appeared, and the two entered one after the other. Edrem lit torches, and the two embarked on a ten-day walk.

The underground passages were built when they were wide and sometimes narrow, and most of them were dug out of the stones, and it is hard to imagine how much manpower and material resources were spent digging this tunnel.

The road starts down and goes up as the road gets steeper and steeper, and the last part is basically a climb up a straight cliff.

For Mark, it can be said that it is a breeze to carry his crutches behind his back and move his body with both hands. On the contrary, Edrem, who was both hands and feet, had some difficulty, but he was still a first-level strength, and although he was older, he finally kept up with Mark's speed.

At the end of the road, there was a series of tedious opening ceremonies, and it could be seen that without these cumbersome mechanisms, it would not be easy to open the exit, even a third-level creature.

When the exit opened, Mark jumped out first, and was immediately attracted by the huge temple in front of him. Looking at the frescoes and looking at them face to face are definitely two different sensations, and the temple is more tall than Mark could have imagined.

However, this was not the most surprising thing for him, what made Mark feel violently, and what he couldn't calm down at all was the appearance of this temple, which was too similar to the hexagonal building.

Looking at this hexagonal building, Mark felt a trace of kindness in his heart for some reason.

At this moment, a belated Edrem began to walk up to the altar not far in front of the passage, continuing his tedious, repetitive, endless rituals.

However, Mark was no longer interested in paying attention to him at this time, and walked straight to the temple gate on crutches.

The temple has been around for too long, and in many places the surface of the boulders has long since decayed, revealing a honeycomb form. However, fortunately, there is a severe shortage of water in this world, and countless years have passed, and this temple is still standing.

Coming to the temple gate, Mark pushed it lightly, only to hear a "squeak", and the door opened.

"It's as simple as that?" Mark muttered, looking in warily, and found that it was foggy and couldn't see anything clearly. With his current vision to see through all illusions, since he could not see through this layer of mist, then this mist must be something real.

So Mark thought about it, they were all here, and if they didn't enter the tiger's den, they would get the tiger. So I mustered up the courage to step in.

After this step into the temple, it was only a few steps before the mist disappeared. What catches his eye is a building that leaves Mark jaw-dropping.

"This-this-is this the real Hexagonal Building!" Mark shook all over his body for a while, and stood in place for a long time without coming back to his senses.

This hexagonal building is exactly the same as the one in the mural seen in the ancestral house back then, with a height of at least seventy or eighty meters and a total of nine floors. The overall structure is mainly solid and solemn. The colors are plain and appear extremely heavy.

I don't know how it was built back then, or what materials were used. Although it has gone through a whole era, it is still standing. Although the surface looks a little old and full of the vicissitudes of history, there is no damage at all, and there is not even a crack on the wall.

After the excitement had calmed down, Mark's attention quickly turned to the tall, heavy gate of the hexagonal building in front of him.

The first time he saw this gate, Mark frowned deeply, and immediately judged that this gate would definitely not be able to be opened without the key, with his current ability.

Then Mark saw the two striking recesses on the door. The first rectangular groove was obviously where the key was placed, while the other funnel-shaped one, Mark's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly showed a smile when he thought about it.

"I'm not sure yet, but I shouldn't be wrong!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and took out the patriarch token that his mother had given him. I looked down a few times, walked a few steps and lightly pressed on the groove, which actually fitted perfectly.

Mark's eyes lit up, it seems that there is a play!

Then, without hesitation, he forced out a drop of essence blood and dripped it into another funnel-shaped slot.

After the essence blood dripped in, there was soon movement in the gate, and with a "squeak" sound, the bronze gate began to split in two, slowly opening on both sides.

"Phew-" Mark breathed a sigh of relief, and to be honest, he wasn't too sure, he just tried to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Full of excitement and curiosity, Mark slowly walked into the Hexagonal Building, and by this time, he was already sure that this was the Hexagonal Building that the ancestor in the ancestral house was talking about.

To be honest, he was not interested in the bloodline of his time controller, after all, no matter how powerful this bloodline was, diluted to the point where he was now, even the two golden horns were gone, and it was estimated that it would not be much stronger. He was more concerned with the good things that the so-called "gods" might collect.

I don't dare to say anything about a lot of Sumeru space equipment, even if it is two spiritual weapons, it is definitely cost-effective. I just don't know if the so-called "god" has woken up now? If it hasn't appeared for so long, will it have been wiped out? If that's the case, it's really a big loss.

Not long after entering the Liufang Building, the door behind him closed with a bang. At this time, Mark's attention obviously did not fall on this area, but was deeply attracted by the huge and magical space inside the door.

This hexagonal building seems to be just one building from the outside, but in Mark's eyes at this moment, there are too many things contained here, and as he moves forward step by step, everything around him gradually becomes dreamlike. It made him feel as if he had entered a wonderful dream world.

Here, time seems to stand still, surrounded by a vast starry sky, colorful, seemingly within reach, yet far away.

"I can't see anything, don't you say the Awakening Bloodline?" Mark walked for a while, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he couldn't help but complain.

"Xiaofeng!" A surprised voice suddenly sounded in this space, echoing in Mark's ears.

This voice was like a thunderclap, which blew up the cold hairs on Mark's body, and cold sweat gushed out in just an instant, and the whole person had a feeling of insanity. (To be continued.) )