Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 886 - 674 Old Friend

Chapter 886: Chapter 674 Old Friend

The small incident on the street was hardly worth Roger’s attention. He didn’t want unnecessary complications, but he wasn’t so cautious as to tread gingerly with every step.

He planned to set out overnight. If everything went smoothly, he should be able to find the exact location by the next day. Then, he could use the Eye of Truth to enter the place Hillrenes had described.

Perhaps, before the local Transcendents could track him again, he would have already wrapped everything up and left South America.

Soon, he boarded the plane. Roger closed his eyes to rest, reflecting on his recent experiences. Opening his palm, the Eye of Truth appeared out of thin air, "Just an ordinary treasure hunt?"

A cold smirk crept across Roger’s lips.

Meanwhile, deep within a rainforest far away.

The mountains rose and fell, the dense jungle blanketing the entire world—a haven for wild flora and fauna, the purest green sanctuary.

Even with humanity’s technological advancements, restraints of various kinds had prevented human footprints from reaching deep within the rainforest’s heart.

This place hid endless mysteries. Long before the age of Transcendents, it was already a forbidden land in many minds.

"Ula... Badrama..."

But at this moment, atop a peak in this rarely trodden terrain, a string of chants and hymns echoed out.

By a bonfire with a diameter exceeding five meters, a group of agile figures gathered. The weather was scorching, and these people covered only the essential parts of their bodies, leaving the rest completely exposed to the air.

They knelt on the ground, bodies prostrated flat against the earth. The sound of crackling flames in the middle was audible, yet not a spark of fire could be seen.

When close enough, one could notice that the surrounding flames had merged entirely with the night.

It was pure black.

"Thank the goddess... Thank her for granting us a new life..."

On a nearby high platform, a woman adorned with ornate golden accessories spoke aloud.

She was strikingly tall, nearly 1.9 meters by estimation, her long and straight legs bare. Her wrists, ankles, and neck were adorned with circular golden bands.

She wore a golden mask over her face, her features concealed.

The edges of the mask carried a vine-like pattern, which extended from the surroundings all the way to the vicinity of her eyes.

In the darkness, the golden mask reflected a faint glimmer, making the woman on the platform appear both mysterious and bizarre.

"Praise the goddess!"

The crowd shouted in unison.

"Begin!"

The woman on the platform waved her hand. In the dark, someone from the crowd stood up and slowly approached the bonfire burning in the middle.

One step, then another.

Though the flames remained invisible, as the person moved closer, the sharp sound of piercing screams quickly filled the air.

At first, it was just one person.

Soon after, it seemed as though everyone could feel the agony emanating from that individual. Those kneeling on the ground held hands.

Their bodies rocked side to side like waves, letting out varying degrees of anguished cries.

Their voices carried far and wide.

Hearing these sounds, even the wild beasts lurking in the darkness fled in all directions.

One after another, until everyone had passed through this peculiar ritual. By this time, midnight had arrived—the darkest hour of the world.

Finally, as the ritual ended, everyone collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Their bodies lay sprawled, arranging themselves into bizarre postures that formed an odd, massive symbol when seen from above.

The woman descended slowly from the high platform. By then, the bonfire in the dark had burned out. She picked up an object from the ashes and turned to leave.

She did not ascend; instead, she veered off to the back of the peak, where a deep cavern lay hidden.

Leaving behind those who had been following her, the woman walked into the cave alone.

Darkness enveloped her surroundings. By the cave’s entrance, faint traces of light were still visible, but as she ventured deeper, the light behind her faded away.

As she walked, it felt as though she was being swallowed by boundless darkness.

Walking further, the woman in the golden mask unexpectedly closed her eyes in the pitch black, her pace accelerating.

Moreover, as she delved deeper, the surrounding temperature dropped dramatically, causing the pores on her tall frame to contract sharply.

Finally, she reached the end of the cave, but she did not stop. She rushed headfirst into the massive rock at the cave’s terminus.

Swoosh!

The darkness before her vanished, replaced by light.

"Powerful and beautiful..."

"Shut up! How many times do I have to tell you? I am not some so-called god..."

A voice emerged from the murky darkness.

"Your servant Pikasu reports the entire ritual process to you."

Unexpectedly, the being addressed as a goddess—the woman in the golden mask—did not reside in a peculiar different space or a opulent palace.

At the very least, given limited space, the interior should reflect the goddess’s status. Yet oddly, the space was vast.

But it looked rather desolate.

It seemed as though the entire interior of the mountain had been hollowed out. The area where the two stood was at least the size of two soccer fields. The surrounding stone walls contained faint luminous entities that kept the space from being entirely dark.

Wild grass grew across the ground, most in a state of green-yellow transition. The rest of the area was filled with distinctive regional tombs.