Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1161 - 310: Treasure Hunt in the Ruins, Former Overlord

As they delved deeper, the tunnel gradually became spacious, eventually opening up.

He stopped at this moment, his gaze directed forward, where a gigantic Crystal Stone gate was embedded in the rock wall, its surface covered with intricate spiritual patterns.

This was clearly the direct entrance to the tomb.

The center of the gate featured a circular recess surrounded by three layers of metal rings.

He approached to inspect, noticing large friction marks near the door gaps and on the surrounding rock walls.

Broken metal weapons and a pile of Crystal Stones, their energy exhausted, were scattered on the ground.

Clearly, the Alien Race had tried to open it violently but utterly failed.

With the aid of Eagle-headed Demon Perception, he could clearly sense the energy dissipation fluctuations from the gate.

Before the Explorer could ponder how to break open the gate, the think tank in the live stream began to propose various ideas.

Some players suggested buying explosives for a massive explosion on the island, using the most violent means to blast their way in.

Other unqualified tourists expressed that they should dig in from the side rock wall; if the gate can't be broken, surely the rock can be dug through.

But the Explorer chose to close his eyes.

When he opened them again, a layer of deep blue halo emerged in his pupils.

The Spiritual Eyes Attribute was activated.

In an instant, the world was restructured in his vision.

The previously motionless Crystal Stone gate suddenly revealed countless flowing light veins, interwoven inside like human blood vessels.

These energy flows appeared in a magnificent indigo hue, distinct under the view of the Spiritual Eyes.

The intensity of the energy was shown in terms of brightness.

He observed that within the energy center, all light veins ultimately converged at a vortex-shaped energy node in the center circular groove of the gate, cycling in a rhythm of three short pulses followed by one long one.

Each cycle formed specific light spot patterns in the outer, middle, and inner rings, corresponding to the three metal rings on the gate.

He came to the front of the gate and closely examined the small patterns surrounding the three metal rings.

Each metal ring had 8 patterns, making a total of 24 patterns.

This made him frown involuntarily.

The lock on this gate was too easy to crack, with only 512 combinations.

The Spiritual Eyes continued to observe the internal pattern structure in the Crystal Stone gate, and he had already found the answer to breaking open the gate.

He sequentially turned the metal rings on the gate, aligning them with the patterns that appeared as the energy flowed within; the gate suddenly shook.

The Explorer decisively ran away.

Such a door that could be opened posed a considerable danger.

Logically, the tomb should remain sealed, leaving no entryway; the act of leaving a door itself defies logic.

Perhaps opening the door would trigger a death trap, killing the "Tomb Robber" outside the gate.

However, the imagined scenario didn't happen.

When the gate officially opened, the Explorer returned to the front of the gate and peered inside.

As a player, he naturally feared no death but was wary of travel.

Death should be avoided to the greatest extent possible.

The Eagle-headed Demon Perception was triggered again, presenting the environment shrouded in darkness in his mind.

At the center of the tomb, a Crystal Coffin quietly floated in the air.

Without chains suspending it, perception revealed it was held aloft by a spiritual energy field at three meters above the ground.

Dark blue light patterns flowed over the surface of the coffin, and in perception, the Crystal Coffin lacked corporeal sensation, as though this coffin existed between reality and illusion.

At this moment, the Crystal Coffin was continuously releasing surging energy, injecting it into the earth.

This energy was even more intense than activating a large teleportation array.

No matter how many years had passed, it could still release such tremendous energy; it was clearly unusual.

In front of the suspended coffin was an armored corpse, its body encased in armor riddled with cracks.

Perception penetrated the armor, revealing a face full of sorrow.

With its left hand placed on its right chest, kneeling on one knee, it looked up at the suspended coffin.

On the ground at its feet, a small array was imprinted, decomposition showing spatial positioning coordinates.

Yet what happened here specifically, decomposition couldn't answer.

With a lingering doubt, the Explorer turned to look at the Guiding Water Ball floating beside him:

"Brother Guide, I want to know what really happened here."

Facing the inquiry, the guide opened its eyes:

[To know the details, retrospection must be used, requiring a payment of thirty thousand sacrificial power.]

Upon hearing this price, players in the live stream shook their heads.

Guidance's decomposition was divided into basic and deep decompositions, with retrospection being a form of the latter, at a truly expensive price.

The farther back in time, the more costly it became, making it unaffordable for ordinary players.

However, as the author of "Wind and Scenery Poem," who sought to create detailed background information for Monster World, the Explorer hesitated briefly before gritting his teeth:

"Brother Guide, charge me, I want to take a look."

[You certainly are a unique player.]

The guide glanced at the Explorer, then began the retrospection mode.

After burning sacrificial power, light and shadow images emerged.

Darkness faded away, and decayed dust rose back into the air, while peeled-off stones ascended and restored themselves anew, and the kneeling figure stood, cloak fluttering, armor emitting a cold glow.

In the image, his helmet hung low, inside the half-open Crystal Coffin in front of him lay a man with a withered face.

This was indeed the last Emperor of the Mingwu Clan, a Coral Longsword piercing his chest, with dark blue blood dripping along the blade, transforming into mist once it touched the bottom of the coffin.

The Emperor's eyelids trembled slightly, and his cracked lips moved:

"General, did the Wangyu Clan... retreat?"