The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2152 Another Palace, Stone Platform

After the skinny old man turned around resolutely and slowly sank into the darkness, Matthew's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, not daring to slow down or delay for even a moment.

He stepped forward quickly, and with his hands quickly and neatly picked up the still warm body of the ox-horned python that had just died on the ground. His movements were smooth and neat.

Then, he straightened his back suddenly, took a deep breath of the slightly damp and musty air, and then his feet seemed to have wind, as if he was pushed by an invisible hand, and rushed towards the deep and unknown passage in front of him at the fastest speed in his life.

This passage is like an ancient giant python sleeping deep underground, winding its way into endless darkness. At a glance, there is no end in sight.

Matthew's figure quickly shuttled through the passage, his clothes rustling and causing a slight sound in the wind.

The corpse of this ox-horned python plays a vital role in the recovery of the evil beast. How could he let go of such a precious resource that can be obtained with such little effort?

At this moment, Matthew had no time to marvel at the peculiar structure of the passage, nor did he care to pay attention to the subtle sounds in the surrounding environment.

After all, since he came here, there has always been that mysterious and powerful skinny old man leading the way in front, so that he has not encountered even the slightest danger until now.

As for how powerful this ox-horned python would be if it were alive, Matthew had no idea and his mind was blank.

But to him, these were all insignificant like passing clouds.

At this moment, deeply entrenched in his mind and lingering was the mysterious and strange smile that appeared on the face of the skinny old man when he turned his head to look at him before leaving.

That smile was like a deep and unsolvable puzzle, lying in Matthew's heart, making him rack his brains, thinking hard about the possible hidden meaning in it.

His mind was like a kaleidoscope of thoughts, with all sorts of absurd and bizarre speculations constantly flashing through it. Each speculation made him feel heavier and more depressed, and the feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart like a tide.

But Na Luo did not have such deep and complicated thoughts as Matthew. The little guy was now staring with wide eyes, scanning the front curiously, with excitement and anticipation flashing in his eyes, as if something fascinating was waiting for him ahead.

Matthew continued to chase the skinny old man without stopping, but since the last quick glance, it seemed that the old man had completely merged into the darkness and he could no longer catch any trace of him.

He didn't know how long he had been running in the darkness, as if time had lost its meaning. When Matthew ran through a narrow and rugged bend breathlessly, his eyes suddenly lit up and an extremely huge cave appeared in his sight.

The cave seemed to be illuminated by a mysterious power. On the ceiling of the cave were inlaid balls emitting soft light. They were like bright stars in the night sky, pouring all their light down without reservation and finally gathering on a magnificent palace deep in the cave.

In stark contrast to the magnificent palace outside with its carved beams and painted buildings, this palace looked shabby and weathered, like an old man who had lost his former glory under the erosion of time.

In some places, the eaves of the houses could no longer bear the weight and collapsed. Broken bricks and stones were scattered all over the ground, and overgrown weeds swayed gently in the breeze, adding a sense of dilapidated and desolate atmosphere.

Just as Matthew stepped into the cave and his eyes were attracted by the palace, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Looking closely, it was the skinny old man!

The old man was seen walking slowly into the dilapidated palace like a ghost.

Matthew's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace without hesitation and ran towards the palace.

He approached cautiously, observing the movements around him vigilantly, secretly guessing the purpose of the old man's actions.

The door of the palace was half-open, and a faint light came through the gap. Matthew took a deep breath, reached out and gently pushed open the old and rotten door.

The door hinge turned, making a sharp creaking sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in this silent palace.

Matthew slipped in sideways, his eyes quickly scanning the interior of the palace.

The interior of the palace was spacious and empty, with some blurry and faded murals painted on the surrounding walls.

The ground was covered with thick dust, and Matthew's footsteps raised a cloud of dust.

At this moment, the skinny old man was standing steadily in the center of the palace, with his back to Matthew and facing a magnificent and huge stone platform.

This stone platform occupies almost half of the space inside the palace. On it are two boxes emitting a mysterious and strange light. The light flickers, sometimes bright and dazzling, and sometimes dim.

Matthew first quickly glanced at the skinny old man's slightly hunched back, and then turned his gaze to the eye-catching stone platform.

I saw a straight stone staircase on the stone platform, extending all the way to the top of the stone platform.

However, faced with such an obvious passage, Matthew did not act rashly.

After all, this skinny old man entered this place one step earlier than him, but just stood here quietly, without moving at all.

It can be seen from this that it is not easy to climb up this stone platform.

Just as Matthew was secretly wondering what the skinny old man would do next, something unexpected happened.

The skinny old man who had been facing away from everyone suddenly turned around without any warning, and his eyes, as turbid as a deep pool, stared straight at Matthew.

Before this, no matter how Matthew behaved or where he was, the skinny old man ignored him and treated him like air.

But this time it was different. Those cloudy eyes stared at him intently, without blinking.

Then, the skinny old man spoke slowly to Matthew in his usual hoarse and slightly vicissitudes voice: "The Sunset Bow and the Sky-breaking Arrow are the keys to open this altar. Hand them over now."

Although his voice still sounded a little uncomfortable, compared with the past, his words this time were surprisingly fluent and coherent, without any pauses or stuttering.

When Matthew heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

Those two things had been kept in his body all this time, and even he himself hadn't used them for a long time.

How could the other party know that I had those two things and be able to say them accurately?