Chapter 297 (2/2)

Hessiana heard them muttering to themselves about these strange things. “What the heck are you guys talking about? I don’t understand a thing.”

Vivian waved her hand and walked away. “It’s none of your business. Just some old stories. Tell you next time.”

Zeon did not bother at all. He was a typical vampire, he only cared about the temple and its power. “How strong were these Olympian Gods? Did their power come from the thing they were studying?”

“They were a branch of the Thunder Colossi, a medium-sized Thunder Colossus. It was a small species the size of a human. They had strong magical powers and a natural affinity,” said Vivian as she shot a glance at Zeon. “Are you still interested with the power here? Like I said, it’s probably not a good thing.”

Zeon was straightfaced. “Thanks for the advice, but I know what I’m doing. You shouldn’t meddle in the business of others even though you’re an elder. We will deal with whatever comes to us, by ourselves.”

Vivian scoffed at him. “Heck, for power’s sake? You haven’t learned, have you? Yes, it’s none of my business anyway, but I’m just giving you a reminder.”

“Lady Vivian, Lady Vivian!” Hessiana came up to her. “Can I also study it a little?”

“No!” Vivian stared at her. “I can’t control him”—pointing at Zeon—”but you, I can.”

Hessiana then withdrew to the rear of the team and sank into a stupor.

“According to the runes, there is a storage chamber and a study chamber. These chambers are connected to the long gallery.” Hao Ren finished scanning the entire temple and found that the temple had some sort of flowing energy. There were more than one energy hotspot scattered throughout the temple, hidden inside the staggered stone walls. He needed to find an entrance. “Where’s the gallery?”

“Right ahead.” Zeon pointed to a faint light at the end of the corridor.

They hustled through the deep and long corridor, coming to the end of it. As they arrived, an entirely bright, different world opened up in front of them.

It was a big gallery, rectangular, with rows of white colums on each side. The wall between the columns had ancient reliefs depicting various battle scenes and parades. No columns were present in other places and the centre of the gallery was completely empty, making the place look even bigger.

The space was filled with a soft tone of bright light, which came from nowhere.

Hao Ren was not interested in the stone columns or the reliefs on the wall, his eyes were affixed on a giant sculpture at the end of the gallery.

The sulpture was of white stone, exquisitely luxurious and lifelike.

It was a sculpture of Vivian.