Relying on his spiritual perception, he could find a stone room in five minutes on average.
Lan Mu gradually discovered that there was a pattern to the distribution of the stone rooms. After choosing three forks, there would definitely be a stone room nearby.
The large stone rooms were naturally used to imprison slaves, and there would definitely be a deep pit. However, not every pit had corpses.
Lan Mu found a few empty slave rooms. He guessed that the slaves who had been locked up in there had been sacrificed.
Apart from that, there were also small stone rooms with piles of weapons. There were bronze daggers, obsidian spears, bone bows and arrows, catapults, and so on.
These things were probably very important to the archaeologists studying the Aztec civilization. Some of the images on the shields might even excite some scholars.
However, Lan Mu treated them as trash. He fiddled with the bow and arrow. It was very light. Even with his Lich body, he could still control the bowstring. It was just that the power was too weak.
The tip of the bone arrow was black. It should have been smeared with poison. It seemed that the Aztec warriors pursued death through poison, not through shooting.
"Legend has it that the Aztecs were at their peak when they were destroyed by the Spaniards. However, their level of civilization was still very low …"
Lan Mu checked the armory for a while and then continued his search for the slave storage.
Unless the slave room was completely empty, there would be at least fifty or even eighty souls.
These souls were trapped in the room and dissipated at an extremely slow rate. They all benefited Lan Mu.
The densely packed black souls pounced on Lan Mu and were all absorbed into his body.
The negative emotions of the slave souls were especially strong. Lan Mu had to spend a lot of time sorting them out before he could strengthen them.
"Fifty-four …"
"Seventy-seven …"
"Sixty-six …"
"Eh! There are actually eighty-nine here … "
Unknowingly, an hour had passed. Lan Mu's soul strength had reached 1520, and his perception range had reached 152 meters.
After exploring a few stone rooms in a row, Lan Mu finally sensed a vast space.
"Is this the end?"
Lan Mu chose the right path and moved forward. He sensed an area that was paved with gold.
"This should be Sivora? The City of Gold … Even the floor is paved with gold … "
Walking to the edge of the cave, his field of vision suddenly widened. In his perception, there was a golden city in front of him …
Not a pyramid, not a gold-grade weapon, but a real city of gold!
After witnessing the weapons of the Aztecs, Lan Mu had thought that their technology was inferior. However, he could sense the golden road, golden houses, golden pillars, golden pools, golden platforms, golden stairways, golden statues … Lan Mu had to admit that their gold smelting technology had reached the pinnacle.
Buildings that were purely made of gold bricks were everywhere. Anything that could be found had to be made of gold …
Golden chariots, carts, carriages …
Golden daggers, spears, hammers …
Pots, jars, bowls, cups, plates …
Golden figures, cougars, giant birds, war horses …
Although it was dark everywhere, Lan Mu could see everything clearly with his spiritual perception.
It was not gold-plated, nor was it an empty shell. It was a solid, high-purity gold object!
Was there any place in the world that was more rich than this?
His 152-meter perception range was unable to encompass the entire city. This was a real residential area!
Compared to where the slaves lived, the people living in the City of Gold were many times more pretentious.
"Unbelievable … Where did the Aztecs get so much gold?"
"The Federal Reserve's gold reserves would not be able to build this City of Gold!"
Lan Mu jumped down from the cave and felt the golden road with his feet on the ground. Stepping on the golden stairs, he walked into the city step by step.
As he went deeper into the city, he could only sigh at the extravagance …
After walking for about 200 meters, he found a pyramid.
It was a real pyramid! Every cornerstone was made of gold and was 81 meters tall. It was made of at least 1.6 million gold bricks.
What was even more shocking was that the pyramid was surrounded by dense black souls. They were crowded together and did not leave the pyramid.
The interior of the pyramid was a hollow burial chamber filled with all kinds of gold funerary objects. At the center of the chamber was a huge coffin.
However, the entrance to the pyramid was not at the bottom, but at the top.
The moment Lan Mu stepped on the golden stairs, the souls were attracted to him and swarmed into his body.
"There seems to be a magnetic field on the surface of the pyramid that traps the souls …"
As Lan Mu climbed the pyramid step by step, he absorbed more and more souls, forming a black stream.
When Lan Mu stepped on the golden platform at the top of the pyramid, he had already collected more than 500 souls.
"They are all slaves … and they are slaves who were sacrificed …"
"They are so cruel …"
Lan Mu learned from the souls' fragmented memories that these slaves were all tortured to death.
Before the pyramid was completed, the Aztec warriors kept escorting slaves to the pyramid. At that time, it was just an empty frame with only a sacrificial platform.
The high priest stood on the platform and shouted at a sacred object that was being enshrined. Then, the torture began, and all kinds of cruel punishments fell on the slaves.
Digging out their hearts and lungs was easy. Burning with fire and being bitten by wild beasts, smashing their heads with hammers and whipping them to death …
The cruelty of ancient torture was beyond imagination. It was said that the Aztecs liked blood sacrifices, but this was no longer blood sacrifice. It was deliberate, deliberate, deliberate torture!
Why? Was it just because 'God' liked it?
The bodies of the slaves who died here were buried around the pyramid, and all the slaves were buried under the golden floor.
The souls were trapped in the pyramid, and the negative emotions contained here were much greater than those in the stone room.
Those in the stone room only died of hunger and thirst, and these slaves were treated unbelievably cruelly before they died.
Resentment, malice, despair, pain, and a series of negative emotions attacked Lan Mu's mind.
Lan Mu was stunned on the golden platform, and it took him half an hour to get rid of the noisy information.
"The Golden City was built on the corpses of countless slaves …"
"But … why are they deliberately tortured? Just because of the sacrifice? "
"If all the slaves were sacrificed, who would build this city?"
Lan Mu's perception range had reached 210 meters, and he quickly found the entrance to the platform.
Lan Mu raised his withered palm, and the power of frost gushed out.
The cold current hit a golden statue, and it quickly fell down, revealing a hole like a patio.
His soul strength of more than two thousand allowed him to control the power of frost very well, but it was limited to the transformation of the form.
As for the transformation of the nature of the magic effect, Lan Mu, who did not have the corresponding knowledge, could not do it for the time being.
Lan Mu jumped down from the patio, and his body floated lightly, slowly landing on the coffin.
Then he regretted it, because there were more souls inside the pyramid, and he was stunned when he absorbed them all into his body.
The almost endless negative emotions almost made him crash. He thought about how it took him half an hour to absorb more than five hundred souls, and this time he did a rough count. There were actually two thousand souls!
"Quiet down!"
The souls of the slaves attacked him with resentment, and finally angered Lan Mu. He used his mind to shock them, and they were all bounced away.
Raising his hands, Lan Mu guided another energy in his body, the power of darkness.
The souls were absorbed into his palm, and the power of darkness wrapped them tightly, binding them into a pure black ball of souls.
"The power of darkness does not only transform the human body into an undead … it can also be used to transform souls?"
The souls were tightly imprisoned by the power of darkness, and Lan Mu only needed a thought to transform them.
As for what they would be transformed into, Lan Mu was not sure, but he knew that two thousand souls were comparable to his current soul strength. If they were transformed into some unknown existence, he might not be able to control it even if he was a Lich.
"I'll store them first, I can't absorb so much at once …"
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