The cold white beam of the searchlight hit the rock wall deep in the Kunlun Mountains.
Lu Chen took a geological hammer and knocked off the last piece of covering soil.
The fifteen-meter-high bronze door was completely exposed to the cold light.
The bronze surface is engraved with twisted lines, which appear in irregular radial shapes, extending upward along the grooves at the bottom of the door, and finally converge on the huge carving of the faceless god in the center.
The gaps between the lines are filled with a dark red substance.
Lu Chen reached out and touched the dark red lines.
It feels extremely cooling to the touch, with an obvious rough and grainy feel.
The ground shook violently.
The cracks in the rock wall expanded rapidly, and gravel mixed with soil fell down.
The rocks hit the helmet with a dull sound.
Lu Chen did not retreat.
His hand was still pressed against the bronze door.
A picture exploded in my mind.
