This bell sound was crisp and ethereal, refreshing the heart and soul, with endless echoes carrying a trace of strange holiness... Upon hearing this sound, Su Zhou, who had been feigning composure, immediately looked up, listening intently.

He was certain that this was a type of mutated, improved 'spirit sound'!

"Finally, it's beginning!"

"The constellations have finally aligned in the correct position!"

Several members of the Confraternity, who clearly knew deeper inside information, immediately showed joy on their faces. They immediately abandoned their work and rushed towards the 'prayer hall' deep in the cave. Those who wanted to ask about Su Zhou's origins didn't have time to dawdle. At most, they gave the smiling young man a strange look before turning and leaving.

Naturally, Su Zhou didn't stand still. He put down the trolley he was holding, moved forward with the crowd, then slowly slowed down, staying at the end, silently memorizing the direction they were going.

Soon, when there were no other people in the passageways on either side, and no footsteps behind him, Su Zhou turned directly and walked towards the now-empty warehouse area.

The passageway wasn't long. For convenient storage and retrieval, the supply warehouse wasn't located deep in the passageway, but in a modified underground cave. With the help of the mine lights, it took less than half a minute to arrive.

It could be seen that this was a large underground cave, a man-made semi-circular hall. In various areas of the hall, wooden railings divided several zones, simply stacking large amounts of compressed food, water tanks filled with purified water, various tools, mining suits, compressed oxygen tanks, and spare cables and engineering electronic parts.

Su Zhou could even hear the sound of a generator operating not far away, and his eyes lit up. He figured the Confraternity relied on it to power the mine lights. If he destroyed it here, the Confraternity, losing light in the depths of the cave, would fall into some degree of chaos. Of course, that would also be like a warning to the other side, so there were advantages and disadvantages, making it not very advisable.

In any case, that wasn't his primary objective.

Bypassing a few scattered toolboxes on the ground, Su Zhou walked a few steps and came to a hidden cave on the side of the storage hall. He strode into it.

Then, what came into view was a row of neatly arranged weapons of all kinds!

It was an armory!

"There aren't even any guards? Sure enough, it's a loosely organized mystical organization, just like the cases my old man told me about!"

Su Zhou swept his gaze and felt a surge of joy in his heart.

He could see pistols, rifles, submachine guns. Although they were probably all retired weapons from various countries, they were very well maintained... On the other side of the wooden boxes, marked with danger symbols and placed separately, if it were someone else, they might be puzzled, but Su Zhou could tell at a glance that they were hand grenades. And if he wasn't mistaken, they should be Zheng country wooden-handled grenades!

In addition to that, there were bulletproof vests, cold weapon bayonets, short knives, gas masks, etc., and even bows and crossbows, packed in boxes, with clusters of different shaped arrows next to them.

Seeing these weapons, Su Zhou couldn't help but show joy on his face, but what was even more exaggerated was yet to come. When he looked up, he was stunned because on the innermost side of these various weapons, there was actually a long, cylindrical, dark tube placed there.

A Russian RPG-7?!

A man-portable rocket-propelled grenade, the simplest infantry anti-armor weapon in the world, a weapon that even an African could pick up and use!

Seeing it, Su Zhou's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he hurried forward.

RPGs weren't rare. With the Confraternity's power, obtaining one wasn't strange, but... were they planning to directly engage in a small-scale skirmish with the Shan State government if they were exposed? And how did they transport it here?

"The local government definitely has ties with the Confraternity."

Thankfully muttering to himself, Su Zhou began to inspect the condition of the RPG and its warheads.

But upon inspection, question marks appeared above his head—either the propellant in this box of warheads was damp, or the tail fins were warped. The members of the Confraternity didn't seem to have maintained them well at all, but rather bought them and left them to get damp.

Out of a total of forty rockets, only one could be considered intact. The others would either only fly a few meters and blow up their own people, or after launch, their trajectory would be comparable to Brownian motion shells from Zhutian!

"But it's enough!"

With this great weapon, Su Zhou's eyes were filled with joy.

These Confraternity guys, their preparations are really thorough, but now, they're all mine!

Putting on the bulletproof vest, donning the mine safety helmet, Su Zhou loaded the magazine, placed the submachine gun in front of his chest, and tucked a short knife into his waist, with several wooden-handled grenades hanging beside him... A few minutes later, fully armed, he pulled back the bolt, slung the RPG launcher on his back, and Su Zhou walked out of the armory with a sneer, striding towards the prayer hall.

—A hundred kinds of martial arts, this is being fully armed!

Su Zhou sped towards the depths of the cave, and along the way, he could see that the passageway was beginning to become ancient, the artificial traces that had appeared recently were becoming less and less, and even, large swaths of murals were beginning to appear on both sides.

On both sides of the passageway in the depths of the cave, some crude images sketched with simple graphite could be seen. These ancient murals undoubtedly attracted Su Zhou's attention. He followed the direction of the murals all the way forward, observing the content of the murals.

The murals weren't large or exquisite, and the content was scattered and the styles were inconsistent. It looked like they were drawn by many people one after another, each responsible for a section. Without specialized research, ordinary people might not even be able to understand the content of the murals, let alone comprehend them.

But Su Zhou, rushing forward, and looking at them continuously, could vaguely understand the meaning.

It was the story of a group of ancient ancestors who worshiped the sacred snake.

In ancient times, there was a group of ancestors who worshiped the wisdom and power of the snake—of course, the so-called sacred snake was different from the real snakes of today. In the murals, the so-called 'snake' was just a winding, sometimes thin and sometimes thick, amorphous existence in the sky and on the ground. Rather than a snake, it was more like a randomly sketched black line.

And the 'sacred snake' represented by this line, symbolized some kind of powerful force. It could determine the prosperity of the tribe, the descent of rain and dew, the reproduction of livestock, and even the victory or defeat of war.

And the form of the snake was so variable, in the West, in the East, in the North, in the South, even on the other side of the world, and even beyond the world, its traces could be found. And its form was also varied, with seven heads, eight heads, nine heads, hundreds of heads, thousands of heads. The form didn't affect its power, and the name didn't symbolize its meaning.

—The Sacred Snake Spirit, represented wisdom and authority, immortality and reincarnation, it was the existence of the 'Soul of the World'!

And at this moment, in the prayer hall.

In the ancient obsidian hall, a large number of Confraternity members were forming a circle, end to end. They were holding secret seals in their hands, chanting secret incantations, worshiping the 'Void Codex Ritual' on the altar in the center.

On the altar, the leader of the Confraternity of this generation, a white-haired and white-bearded Bedouin, was dissecting a two-headed giant python that was a full eleven meters long. His eyes were indifferent, and he calmly used a obsidian dagger surrounded by a green glow to cut open the scales of the giant python, and the giant python also strangely didn't struggle, as if it was awed by some terrifying pressure higher than life.

Soon, the Bedouin leader took out the snake's heart, and using its heart's blood as ink, began to draw runes in mid-air. The spiritual dark red blood condensed in the air, turning into dense runes, vaguely forming a large snake that bit its own tail and whose body formed a circle.

And as the secret incantations were chanted, the voices of the Confraternity members echoed in the ancient underground stone cave. It could be seen that layers of light, numerous 'spiritualities', floated up from everyone's bodies, and finally converged directly above the formation.

These spiritualities were like moving fireflies, attracted by a vacuum giant cave. They spontaneously threw themselves into the circular snake, like fuel, rapidly maturing it. Soon, as the snake blood spread, forming a circular formation surrounding the entire prayer hall, a giant snake phantom that devoured itself and birthed itself began to emerge. It turned, bringing a tornado-like wind that swirled in the hall, sounding a comfortable and pleasant spirit sound, as if it was about to descend and turn into substance.

And within this nearly materialized phantom, a gem-like blood light was gradually growing and strengthening!

"Good... the ritual is very successful... quickly, bring all the 'offerings' over!"

The Bedouin leader looked happy, and he ordered loudly, "First, bring up the 'blood offerings', then the 'spirit offerings'—the great Sacred Snake Spirit will descend today and bestow upon us the stage of eternal life!"

"Eternal life!"

Chanting eternal life in the 'secret incantation's' spiritual language, enthusiastic shouts resounded simultaneously in the hall, like a tide. And hearing the leader's order, several members who were originally at the edge of the ritual turned their heads, opened the door of the prayer hall, and were about to transport various offerings placed in the adjacent cave.

Sukla from Zhutian stood on the innermost side of the ritual, also chanting the secret incantation, looking forward to this scene, the blood light that was constantly gestating.

—Blood of the Sacred Snake Spirit, blood of eternal life—

A sacred object sufficient to allow one to undergo a complete transformation and regenerate a divine body, even if an ordinary person obtained it, in the new era to come, they could transcend the mortal world and possess the potential to achieve immortality!

However, for some reason, the people transporting the offerings were late in coming. The Bedouin leader, who had been joyful, had a changing expression, from strange, angry, cold, to finally frowning in surprise and doubt. The Confraternity members were also mentally exhausted due to chanting the secret incantations for a long time, and the art of combining incantations began to be somewhat scattered. And the circular-headed giant snake phantom, which was about to condense into substance, was now gradually becoming illusory.

But fortunately, at this moment, the sound of a door opening rang out, and the door of the prayer hall slowly opened, which immediately made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

However, what followed was not a trolley loaded with offerings, but—

Hand grenades!

Whoosh, whoosh—Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, four wooden-handled hand grenades were thrown into the prayer hall almost simultaneously, and then just like that—they exploded in the air!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!!

The violent explosions, along with the shock waves, killed more than a dozen cultists who were nearby in an instant, and the subsequent flying shrapnel filled the entire hall with wails and cries of pain, and the sounds of fathers and mothers crying were connected together, but this wasn't the end! Only to see a figure, a few seconds after the explosion slowed down, a neat roll directly leaped into the door, and this figure, without hesitation, raised the submachine gun in front of his chest, mercilessly pressed the trigger, and began to strafe all the moving creatures in the hall!

"Times have changed! You crazy fools from strange organizations!"

Da da da da da!

In an instant, the entire hall was filled with flying firelight!

—A hundred kinds of martial arts, this is firing with a gun!