Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1482 - 714_2

This stance was akin to both seeking the protection of ancestral spirits and a devout believer expressing reverence to an unknown god.

The newcomers behind, seeing the Vice Chairman acting this way, also bent down and imitated his actions, bowing to the ground.

At that moment, the light of the Truth Stele suddenly intensified, as if some violent transformation had occurred within.

The entire vast underground cavern shook violently a few times in response.

The rock wall above emitted a sound of cracking, with large and small fragments mixed with dust falling down with a rustle.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

A strong fluctuation of space swept out from the center of the altar.

That feeling was akin to a terrifying wave rising from the depths of a distant ocean, crossing infinite distances, and crashing forcefully into this enclosed cave.

The surrounding air instantly became extremely thick, a heavy sense of water pressure descended out of nowhere, as if intending to crush everyone’s lungs completely.

The twelve new members could not withstand this level of pressure.

Their faces turned pale instantly, with beads of sweat like large soybeans seeping from their foreheads.

Some even experienced a severe headache, clutching their heads with both hands, and directly collapsed onto the ground.

Just when everyone felt they couldn’t hold on any longer and the cavern was about to collapse.

The buzzing sound from the altar abruptly ceased.

The terrifying fluctuation in the air quickly subsided like a retreating tide, and the chaotic flickering light on the surface of the Truth Stele stabilized.

Everyone took deep breaths, lifted their heads in doubt and relief, yet their muscles remained tense.

Zheng Hongxin raised his head, his gaze firmly locking on the stele above the altar.

Chen Jiandong, kneeling by his side, wiped the cold sweat off his face.

The newcomers behind remained stiff, maintaining their posture of kneeling and praying, with lingering fear watching ahead.

At this moment, the Truth Stele at the top of the altar had undergone significant changes.

The originally gray and white bone-like surface once again flowed with that dreamy mysterious blue luster.

The light was gentle yet extremely profound, drifting like tendrils in the air, exuding an inexplicable spirituality.

As if the intense tremor earlier was a thorough recharge for this long-dry stele.

"Teacher!"

Chen Jiandong’s eyes lit up as if witnessing a miracle, immediately exclaiming:

"Look, from the density and brightness of the Truth Stele’s light, doesn’t it seem that its energy has restored to about half of its prime?"

Zheng Hongxin gazed at the stele and slowly nodded, agreeing with this assessment.

Chen Jiandong clenched his fist, a mix of shock and delight in his heart.

Shocked because the Truth Stele had already lost much of its spirituality, and in normal times, using it was very restrained to avoid risks.

Now experiencing such uncontrollable mutations again, it’s hard to predict whether it is a blessing or a curse, and what the outcome will be.

Delighted because, regardless of the reason, the stele surprisingly received a massive influx of spirituality and energy in just a few minutes, restoring its basic ability to protect the society.

As everyone was in a state of doubt and low whispers.

Buzz—

The just-stabilized Truth Stele suddenly emitted a clear tremor.

The mysterious blue light on the stele suddenly surged again without any warning, illuminating the entire cavern as bright as day.

Immediately, in the void directly in front of the altar, ripples like water waves spread out.

A crack opened at the center of the ripples, like a giant eye slowly waking up from slumber.

The crack swiftly stretched and expanded in both directions, instantly opening a more than two-meter tall Space Gate emitting blue light.

Plop.

A foot stepped out first, landing on the steps of the altar.

Then, a tall and erect figure stepped out from the blue light curtain, standing impressively atop the altar.

The nerves of the True Thought Society members, who had just relaxed somewhat, instantly tensed up, and everyone’s breathing stalled at that moment.

The dim torchlight interlaced with the blue light emitted by the stele, illuminating the newcomer’s face.

It was a young man wearing nothing but a pair of red sports shorts.

His bare feet, athletic stance, and bronzed skin surface still had faint droplets of water clinging to them.

His broad, full chest muscles, well-defined abdominal lines like chiseling, and powerfully strong arms, all exuded a physique full of primal wildness and ultimate masculinity.

The man casually stood there, his gaze passing over the stele, looking calmly towards the bottom of the altar.

Zheng Hongxin’s fingers clutched the cane, slightly tightening, with a suspicious and indecisive look in his eyes.

Chen Jiandong instinctively reached for the short knife at his waist, as if facing a formidable enemy.

As for the twelve newly initiated members, they widened their eyes, like a group of puppets hit by an immobilization spell.

The vast cave was silent, leaving only the faint crackling sound of burning torches.

Above and below, the spatial visitor and the believers guarding the altar stared blankly at each other.

No one knew what to make of the situation.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a brief stagnation.

Zheng Hongxin’s alert gaze followed along the other party’s arm all the way down, finally resting on the metal object pinched between the fingers.

The flickering firelight in the cave and the blue halo of the altar illuminated the ancient outline and intricate patterns on that key very clearly.

The old man’s pupils contracted sharply, his once stooped back suddenly straightening, blurting out:

"Where did you get the thing in your hand?"

The newcomer stood above, looking down at his fingertips.