1280 The Guardian of the Underworld

On the north side of the pyramid, an irregular hole appeared at the bottom of the cracked outer wall. The hole was black and lacquered, and a pitted passage extended into the interior of the pyramid.

The smoke had yet to settle. Those wearing masks and protective glasses were soaked in sweat. They all felt a sense of satisfaction from their work.

Peter Lee was delighted and gave everyone a thumbs-up as appreciation for their hard work. His efforts and sacrifices had finally paid off.

This was virgin land that no one had set foot on for more than 2,000 years. It must be filled with a lot of pure cosmic energy. If he was able to absorb this energy, he would likely reach a higher level of living.

The bald scholar's face was covered in gray dust. He looked like any construction worker who had just left work. He ran to the hole and carefully observed the smoke. Alas, he could not help but sigh.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" asked Peter Lee.