Ouyang Rong squatted on the edge of a lotus stone platform, his dry lips muttering. His eyes were fixed on the golden lotus lantern in his hand, carefully tightening the knot.,This is a closed underground chamber, with faint traces of faded murals on the four walls. In the center of the floor stands a half-meter high statue of a figure in a belted pose lying supine upon a lotus throne.,Just then, he suddenly noticed that the moon, half-hidden by clouds above, began to tremble.。