Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1506 - 451: [Doesn’t Like Waste]

Chapter 451 [Dislike Waste]

Heading east from the South District, near the outskirts of the small town, the road becomes slightly wider—Gusanka’s city center resembles a vortex, growing more crowded as one moves towards the center.

An ancient stone building, distinctly local in style, surrounded by rows of dilapidated mud houses, seems to blend in seamlessly without drawing attention.

Anyone knowledgeable about construction would immediately notice the building should originally have had a dome—whether it was destroyed by war or dismantled over the past centuries is unknown.

Essentially, only the lower half of the building remains today.

The place where the original dome should have been is now covered by a worn-looking wooden roof, which serves as effective camouflage.

Making it blend in with the surrounding slum buildings as if it were one with them.

However, a closer look reveals differences.

Firstly, the old building is large!

It covers nearly an acre in area by the end of the month.

Below, there was originally a tall, roughly four-meter-high arched door, blocked by planks, with a smaller normal-sized door cut into them.

Sand-colored stone walls have layers of unknown felt covering them.

It’s nighttime now, and with the turmoil in Gusanka, locals in the South District are too fearful to venture out, leaving the once somewhat wide road eerily empty, every household with doors shut and lights out.

Windows with curtains have curtains drawn, while those without are blocked with furniture.

In the darkness, perhaps pairs of frightened eyes peek through window crevices, anxiously watching the outside.

A shadow silently lands by the roadside in the moonlight, swiftly gliding along the ground, reaching the stone building, and slipping through a gap beneath the arch’s planks.

Everything is silent.

Beyond the arch, in a not-too-large courtyard, tools are haphazardly placed against the wall, and the main building’s door quietly opens as the shadow pours in.

The interior of the hall is spacious, with a layout suggesting the stone building was once a place for religious prayer.

In the circular hall, rugs of various sizes are laid out on the floor, presumably for believers to kneel and pray.

The center, where the altar should be, has been dismantled, obscuring which Divine Spirit was once venerated.

At the half-destroyed altar, the shadow wavers and gradually morphs back into human form.

The figure is tall and burly, yet his back has a slight stoop, hinting at age.

He wears a wool vest draped with a black cape.

His brown hair appears disheveled.

After regaining human form, he lightly shakes his body, sways for a moment, and steadies himself.

He glances back towards the main door, listens for a few seconds, and gently exhales.

With a wave of his hand, a row of candles on the altar ruin automatically light up, their flickering flames illuminating his face.

Due to his thick, bushy beard, his features are obscured, but he has a notable large hooked nose, brown eyes, and deep-set eye sockets.

His complexion is grimy, resembling the locals in the South District who live rough lives, looking old, dirty, and coarse.

He bends to pull up a wooden board on the floor, revealing a stone stairway leading downward.

Taking a candle from the altar, he descends, not forgetting to pull the wooden board shut behind him.

As the board closes, the row of candles on the altar extinguishes simultaneously.

A piece of felt hanging from a beam gently falls, covering the hidden path on the floorboards.

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The steps lead downward, for about several dozen paces before halting at a wall.

On the wall, there stands a stone sculpture—a two-headed snake. The carving is ancient yet well-crafted, its open mouths revealing sharp fangs.

Upon closer inspection, when the man approaches, the eyes of the snake heads suddenly open, revealing vertical pupils!

With the candle raised, he lowers his eyelids and chants a few unknown spells quietly.

As he chants, the two-headed snake on the stone wall begins to slither slowly, lifelike.

This Door-Opening Spell manipulates the Gate Guardian Snake Array; without the correct incantation, an intruder would be bitten by the two-headed stone snake!

Though the snake is sculpted from stone, it conceals venomous tubes, deadly enough to kill a person in a few breaths!

This setup isn’t mechanically controlled but rather by ancient magic spells passed down within the sect, controlling the snake array.

As the two-headed snake moves, the stone wall splits in half, opening a pathway inside.

Venturing further inside reveals a secret chamber, its walls lined with one torch after another, each igniting in succession!

In the roughly hundred-square-meter chamber, various gleaming treasures lie scattered—gold and silver jewels, golden vessels, and statues of all kinds.