In the ruins of a certain rainforest.
Master Imitator walked up to a broken stone tablet, wiped the dirt off it with his hand, and after confirming it with the picture on the instrument in his hand, stood up and said, "Yes, this is it."
He then turned to the exploration team behind him and said, "This is it. Team One, grab your gear and come with me. Team Two, stay here and set up camp."
Just as Master Imitator was about to lead his men inside, he was stopped by someone.
The one who stopped Master Imitator was none other than Kleven, the only one in this exploration team who could stand on equal footing with Master Imitator.
Kleven's point was that they had already found the temple of Quetzalcoatl, and all they needed to do was set up camp outside and notify Bai Qi. There was no need to go inside and explore. After all, no matter how weak the other party was, it was still a god, not something they mortals could deal with.
Master Imitator, however, was dismissive. It was just someone who had been sealed for who knows how many years. How much divine power could it have left after being weathered by time?
With that, he ignored Kleven's obstruction and led his men into the ruins.
Kleven knew Master Imitator's strength. Even though they were of equal status, if it really came down to a fight, Kleven would definitely not be Master Imitator's match.
Seeing that the other party was determined, Kleven had no choice but to compromise. He outwardly agreed, but as soon as Master Imitator left with his men, he immediately contacted Bai Qi.
At this moment, Bai Qi was lying in a huge bathtub, with over a dozen maids using special brushes to clean the dirt off his scales.
Bai Qi, the whole person, no, the whole dragon, was soaking in the bathtub, his eyes slightly narrowed, enjoying himself immensely.
While Bai Qi was comfortable, Kleven's situation was not so good.
Before Bai Qi started enjoying himself, he had informed Rem in advance not to bother him unless it was very important. When Kleven reported Master Imitator's unauthorized actions, he was intercepted by Rem. After a brainstorming session, Rem concluded that the rash behavior of a subordinate was not important; the master's relaxation was the top priority.
Therefore, the message was intercepted. However, the kind Rem also told Kleven that she would report the matter after Bai Qi finished his bath.
Kleven wanted to struggle further, but Rem gave him no opportunity to argue and immediately ended the call.
Kleven was also helpless and could only hope that Bai Qi would finish quickly.
Meanwhile, Master Imitator led his subordinates deep into the ruins.
This was originally the temple of Quetzalcoatl, a place for its followers to worship. Naturally, there were no traps. Even after Quetzalcoatl sealed itself, the traps set by the followers to ensure their god would not be disturbed by the outside world had long since lost their effectiveness with the passage of time. Even if a few were still functional, they were all easily avoided by Master Imitator.
As for why Quetzalcoatl would seal itself, the answer was simple: the balance between good and evil energy was broken, and the world began to decline. Even powerful beings like Quetzalcoatl were inevitably affected. If measures were not taken in time, the final result would be to disappear into the long river of history.
Faced with the choice between survival and death, Quetzalcoatl did not hesitate to choose the latter, abandoning its followers and sealing itself to reduce the loss of energy within its body, waiting for the right time to break the seal.
Because of Quetzalcoatl's self-sealing, the civilizations and followers who lived by Quetzalcoatl's blessings were almost destroyed.
However, Quetzalcoatl did not care. From its perspective, whether it was followers or the civilizations it supported, they were merely tools to enhance its own strength.
If they were gone, they were gone.
As long as it preserved enough strength, when it returned, it could have as many as it wanted.
It was just that Quetzalcoatl never expected that after so many years, someone would still remember it, and even more so, that this person's subordinate would come knocking on its door.
"Sir, the magical fluctuations here are the strongest. The target should be nearby."
Master Imitator and his men stopped in front of an altar. A subordinate holding an instrument stepped forward and said.
Master Imitator took the instrument from his subordinate's hand. Indeed, the magical fluctuations were very strong.
Master Imitator looked at the altar in front of him and said, "This is the entrance. Go!"
With that, Master Imitator waved his hand, and his subordinates immediately stepped forward, took out explosives from their backpacks, and placed them around the altar.
Master Imitator was not stupid. He couldn't go forward himself at this time. Who knew if this was a trap, or if a living sacrifice was needed to awaken Quetzalcoatl, and this altar was used to awaken it.
Given the current state of the world, even Master Imitator, who advocated science and technology, had to start studying books related to magic, otherwise, he might die without knowing how.
Their long-term training had instilled in them the habit of obeying orders one hundred percent. So, after Master Imitator gave the order, these men did not think much about it. They stepped forward, took out their equipment, and began to survey the altar, clearing the dirt on it, and recording all the carvings and images to upload.
The data uploaded here would be transmitted to the main control computer at the camp, and a backup copy would be uploaded to the central database located in the Shadow Kingdom for future reference.
With the support of advanced technology, the carvings on the altar were quickly translated completely.
Kleven, at the camp, looked at the translated data on the computer with a frown. He contacted Master Imitator via satellite phone and said, "The carvings have been translated. The altar in front of you is Quetzalcoatl's self-seal. You only need to complete a special incantation to release it."
This Quetzalcoatl was definitely a schemer by today's standards.
It had gone to great lengths to ensure that someone in the future who came to the altar could break the seal.
Most of the carvings were praises of how great and benevolent Quetzalcoatl was, how kind it was to its people, and also said that it would bestow great power, invincible strength, and inexhaustible treasures upon those who broke the seal for it. The incantation to break the seal was also in the carvings.
Master Imitator's lips curled into a smile upon hearing this, and he commanded those around him, "Everyone, enter combat readiness and initiate the first God-Catching Plan."
As soon as Master Imitator finished speaking, a voice came from behind him, "What is the first God-Catching Plan?"
The voice was very calm, but Master Imitator broke out in a cold sweat. He stiffly turned around to look behind him.
"Holy Lord, you, you're here."