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Decades of experience have given him an almost obsessive intuition: no matter what type of underground ruins they are, as long as he spends some time inside, he can deduce the general layout and find the correct route based on subtle clues.

This is his talent, unparalleled in the world.

Hasket walked into the kitchen, looked around, and then went to the dining room next door, quickly being directed by the exhaust pipe.

Following his intuition, he walked forward, through a garden filled with all sorts of strange plants, through a narrow, seemingly endless circular corridor, and before he knew it, he found himself in a hall filled with sculptures.

Seven grotesque monster sculptures stood on either side of the hall, and an energy sphere hung in the center of the stone, radiating a light that seemed to penetrate the soul. Shyvana stared at it, her eyes gradually losing focus.

"who are you?"

"Why are you here?"

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Suddenly, a hoarse voice came, and Shyvana woke up. She looked up and saw seven stone chairs placed in front of the hall. In the middle chair sat a person with disheveled white hair and a dignified gaze like a sword.

The man spoke ancient Egyptian, a language passed down from thousands of years ago, which no one except historians knew. Fortunately, Shyvana was acquainted with him, and after thinking for a moment, she replied in slightly broken ancient Egyptian.

"Hello, powerful ancient survivor, my name is Thaddeus-Shivana. I am an archaeologist who accidentally stumbled upon this place while excavating an ancient tomb. Please forgive me."

"you are lying!"

The old man on the stone bench slowly stood up. His body appeared very weak, and he needed to support himself with his hands for even simple movements, but the light in his eyes was exceptionally bright.

No one can lie before the gods.

"Stranger, state your purpose."

Chapter 1525 Are you clean?

Before coming, Shivana studied a lot of historical materials related to ancient Egyptian magic; he knew the legend of the Stone of Eternity and had some understanding of the Council of Eternity ruled by the gods.

In the dimly lit hall, seven stone chairs are arranged in a circle, each representing a different pantheon: the Ennead of ancient Egypt, Mount Olympus, the immortal god of the East, the great saint of ancient India, the sun god of the Americas, the feathered serpent god of the Maya, and the god of African magic.

Each of the seven pantheons selected one human representative to join the Eternal Council to protect the Earth from invasion by Heaven and Hell.

These are stories passed down in ancient books, which Sivana has read countless times, but never thought that he would experience them in person.

What lies before us is one of the greatest archaeological discoveries of the past few centuries, confirming historical facts, pushing humanity forward by thousands of years, and directly proving the existence of God.

The ancient times, the age of gods, and the age of humans are the story of the Earth's development, not the story of some ape-man evolving into humankind.

Sivana clenched his fists, feeling an indescribable excitement, but also a bit nervous: the feeling of being overwhelmed by this old man was too strong; he even felt that the other party could kill him with a single move. But as time went on, he discovered some strange things.

The other side appeared weak and powerless!

It took all my strength to stand up. With each step I took, I involuntarily staggered backward, my body swaying precariously, and I was in danger of falling at any moment.

Sivana seemed to realize something, her eyes gleaming as she asked uncertainly.

"Friend, what's your name? Why are you at the Eternal Stone? Could it be that you, like me, were brought here by some accident?"

"Stop making excuses and answer my question: what is your goal?"

"Stop talking."

Shyvana waved her hand casually: "I've checked the records. The Stone of Eternity hasn't existed for thousands of years. There can't be any living people inside. We're all outsiders. Don't pretend when you come in. Look at the dust on your hair. It's been there for at least several years. Have you ever come out?"

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"By the way, do you know where the exit is? I've been looking for it for ages and still can't find it."

The old man frowned, perhaps because he hadn't spoken to his interlocutor for a thousand years, so he didn't quite understand his interlocutor's line of thought.

Sivana appeared calm, unaware that he was incredibly nervous inside. To ease the tension, he began pacing around the hall, and as he passed the statue, he asked with a mocking curiosity,

"What is that sculpture? It looks like a demon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sculpture suddenly opened its eyelids, a red light flashed in its eyes, and whispers mixed with various negative emotions rushed into his mind, like the whispers of a demon, or like some kind of summons.

At the same time, the other six sculptures also opened their eyes and stared intently at him.

A sinister and terrifying force spread through the hall.

The old man's expression suddenly changed. He raised his staff and slammed it hard into the ground.

"Back off!"

An invisible force spread in all directions, and the seven sculptures reluctantly closed their eyes, returning to their previous state.

Shyvana stood there, stunned, as if she had lost consciousness. It took her a long time to come to her senses. "I...I..."

"The Seven Deadly Sins"?

These sculptures represent the seven deadly sins that have been sealed away.

Shyvana looked puzzled: "The legendary seven demons—pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust—are indeed sealed here."

The old man took a breath and said in a very hoarse voice...

"Turn right after exiting the corridor. There's a teleportation array at the end of the room. Leave here and don't come back."

"No"

Shyvana suddenly shook her head: "I'm not leaving, I'm staying."

He approached the stone table somewhat nervously: "They told me that the crystal ball is the key, and if I take it, I can make a pact with the seven deadly sins and gain power comparable to that of the gods."

"Power comparable to that of a god; in terms of power, I want to become stronger."

"I want to master the most terrifying magic in the world."

"I want to become a god that everyone looks up to, so that those who look down on me will bow down and submit."

Shyvana's mouth gaped open, her expression indescribably strange. The old man realized something and hurriedly tried to stop her, but at that moment the seven statues opened their eyes again. With a mental shock, the old man staggered.

Shyvana slowly reached out her hand, and just as she was about to touch the crystal ball, a strong sense of fear rose within her. This fear festered deep within her soul, spreading to every corner of her being. She turned her trembling head and stared at the person who appeared in the doorway.

"who are you?"

Xu Fu removed his armor, revealing his true face.

"Xu Fu-Xiao? How is that possible?"

"nothing is impossible"

Xu Fu walked to the stone table, slapped it hard across the face, then raised his head, looked straight ahead, and said...

"Shazam the Wizard?"

The old man was stunned: he hadn't heard this name for thousands of years.

Xu Fu continued, “Your story is written according to my faction. The wizard Shazam is the ruler and guardian of the Eternal Council, and he has the talent to communicate with the gods.”

The old man couldn't help himself.

"How do you know this?"

Xu Fu bowed solemnly: "I come from the Eastern Celestial Court."

The old man's face trembled: "Impossible, the Celestial Court has been destroyed."

But their power endures.

Xu Fu extended his index finger, and a rich golden light burst forth from its tip, transforming from flames to ice and snow, to storms, and then...

"Such power is not unfamiliar to you!"

The old man fell silent, his expression sad and confused, as the memory of 907 surfaced from the depths of his mind.

Each of the seven pantheons is a brilliant lineage. Among them, the Mayan feathered serpent god, the African sorcerer god, and the American sun god are the weakest. The other four pantheons are equally powerful, each possessing extremely complex divine systems. The most prominent characteristic of the Eastern Celestial Court is its powerful soul and flexible divinity. Divinity is an extremely magical energy that can manifest wherever it exists in nature, encompassing the elements of metal, wood, water, fire, wind, and earth.

The young man before him was talking about divinity, the very divinity he had experienced over thousands of years.

"Why are you here?"

Xu Fu pointed to the stone chair and said, "For this."

The old man looked around and said painfully, "The age of the gods is over, and the council will become history."

No, you're wrong.

Xu Fu said politely, "As long as there are enemies in the human world, the Eternal Council has a reason to exist, and its significance should not be erased."

Do people still have enemies?

"Since demons, angels, dark creatures, aliens, cultists, etc., appear every few years, how could it not be like this?"

The old man fell silent again, seemingly deep in thought. After a while, he spoke in a low voice.

Do you want the Eternity Stone?

Xu Fu nodded: "It should not be buried in the center of history."

I can't give it to you.

Xu Fu frowned: "Why?"

"Your mind isn't clear enough."

Chapter 1526 Trading

You are lying to me.