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Mark looked around the cave and found some strange symbols engraved on the wall. The dim firelight flickered, casting the shadows of the symbols on the wet rock wall, which seemed even more eerie. He reached out to touch the symbols, and the rough texture came from his fingertips. The uneven lines seemed to tell some ancient story. Mark squinted his eyes and tried to interpret the meaning. These symbols looked like some kind of ancient text, but he had never seen such text before. They were like heavenly books, which made him feel confused.

The air in the cave was heavy and humid, and every breath seemed to inhale water vapor. Mark's fingers gently slid across the rock wall. The symbols seemed to have life under his touch, and each groove hid unknown secrets. He tried to recall any historical knowledge that might be related to these symbols, but his mind was blank. These symbols, like the language of another world, are mysterious and distant.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the depths of the cave, breaking the silence of the cave. Mark immediately became alert. He slowly walked in the direction of the sound, with light steps, trying not to make any noise. The fire flickered as he moved, making the shadow of the cave flicker, adding a touch of mystery and tension.

He pushed aside the vines that blocked his way, and the water drops on the vines dripped onto his arms, bringing a cool touch. Behind the dense vines, a smaller cave appeared in front of him. The cave entrance was very low, and he had to bend down to get in. Mark hesitated for a moment, but still bent down and got in.

The small cave was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers. Mark raised the torch, and the weak firelight could only illuminate a small area around him, and there was still endless darkness farther away. He groped forward, the cave was very humid, and the air was filled with the smell of soil and rotten plants, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came from under his feet. Mark quickly squatted down, brought the torch close to the ground, and looked carefully. The firelight illuminated the ground, where some human bones were scattered. These bones have been weathered and grayish white. Some have been broken into slag, and some still maintain their complete shape. In the dim firelight, these skeletons looked particularly eerie and terrifying.

Mark felt a chill, and an inexplicable sense of fear surged in his heart. He quickened his pace, wanting to leave this strange place as soon as possible. He continued to move forward along the cave, and the passage became narrower and narrower. He had to bend over and almost crawl forward.

Finally, he came to the end of the cave. There was a stone door there. The surface of the stone door was rough, covered with moss and vines, and almost integrated with the surrounding environment. Mark pushed hard, but the stone door did not move at all, as heavy as a hill.

He pushed hard again, and the stone door still did not move at all. Mark stepped back a few steps and observed the stone door carefully. He found that there were some strange grooves on the edge of the stone door, which seemed to be some kind of mechanism.

Mark transformed into an energy stick and inserted it into the groove and turned it hard.

"Click!"

With a slight sound, the stone door slowly opened, revealing a gap. A ray of light shone through the gap, which ignited a glimmer of hope in Mark's heart. He pushed the stone door open and walked in.

The strong light made Mark subconsciously raise his arm to block it. After his eyes adjusted, he put down his arm and carefully looked at the scene in front of him. This is a spacious stone room, with some glowing stones inlaid on the wall, illuminating the entire stone room. There is a stone platform in the center of the stone room, and a golden box is placed on the stone platform.

Mark took a deep breath, held the dagger tightly, and walked towards the stone platform step by step. He walked to the stone platform and carefully observed the golden box. The surface of the box was engraved with exquisite patterns, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

He reached out to touch the box, and the metal felt cold and smooth. Mark hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to open the box. He gently pressed a bulge on the lid of the box, and the lid popped open with a "click".

A simple ring lay quietly in the golden box. The ring was dark silver throughout, and the ring surface was not as smooth as an ordinary ring. Instead, it was engraved with complicated patterns, like some kind of mysterious rune, flashing a strange luster under the soft light of the stone room. Mark picked up the ring, and it was cold to the touch. A strange energy wave came from his fingertips, which made him shudder. He tentatively put the ring on his left hand. The ring seemed to have life, automatically adjusting its size and fitting his finger perfectly.

The moment he put on the ring, Mark felt a strong energy surge into his body. Unlike the gentle energy of the holy stone, this energy was violent and uncontrolled, like a rushing river, rushing through his meridians. He groaned, felt dizzy, and his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Mark slowly opened his eyes. The dense canopy covered the sky, and the sunlight fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves, forming mottled light and shadows on the ground. He found himself in an unfamiliar environment, surrounded by towering trees with thick trunks that required several people to hug. Under his feet was soft grass, exuding the fragrance of soil. The chirping of birds came one after another, crisp and pleasant, adding a touch of vitality to this quiet forest. Mark looked around, and the unfamiliar environment filled him with doubts. He tried to recall what happened before, but he only remembered that he opened the golden box and put on a ring... What happened after that was a blank.

He rubbed his drowsy temples, trying to wake himself up.

Not far away, there was the sound of gurgling water. Mark looked in the direction of the sound and found a winding stream. The stream was clear and he could clearly see the pebbles and swimming fish at the bottom of the water. He got up and walked to the stream, scooped up a handful of water to wash his face, and the cold stream water refreshed him. He lowered his head and looked at himself reflected in the stream, his eyes full of doubts and confusion.

The reflection in the stream was still his familiar face, but there was a little more strangeness and vigilance in his eyes. He reached out and touched the ring on his left hand. The runes on the ring surface flashed a strange light in the sun, as if it contained some mysterious power. He felt vaguely that his coming to this strange place might have some connection with this ring.

A breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if telling a secret.

Mark looked up and looked into the distance. The dense forest was endless, full of unknowns and dangers. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and his eyes gradually became firm. No matter what, he had to figure out where this place was and why he came here.

He walked along the stream. The dense trees blocked the sun and blocked the sun tightly. Only a few spots of light fell through the gaps between the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows on the ground. The stream gurgled, making a pleasant sound of flowing water, guiding him in the direction of progress.

After walking for about an hour, Mark came to an open area. There are all kinds of exotic flowers and plants growing here, colorful and gorgeous. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, refreshing. A group of colorful butterflies danced among the flowers, adding a touch of vitality to this beautiful scenery. Mark stopped and admired the scenery in front of him. He took a deep breath and felt relaxed and happy. This beautiful scenery made him forget the doubts and uneasiness in his heart for a while.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes, breaking the silence. Mark looked around vigilantly,

"Who is there?" Mark asked in a deep voice, with a hint of vigilance in his tone.

The bushes shook, and a figure walked out of it.

"Mark, long time no see." The man said, and he slowly raised his hands to show that he had no hostility.

Mark narrowed his eyes and looked at the man carefully. This was a tall man wearing coarse cloth, with messy hair and traces of wind and frost on his face. His eyes were gentle and friendly, giving people a sense of trustworthiness. "Do you know me?" Mark asked.

"My name is Albert. We met in the temple thousands of years ago, but you were still in a coma at that time." Albert replied.

He pointed to the surrounding trees, "I have been waiting for you here for thousands of years."

"Waiting for me?" Mark asked doubtfully.

Albert nodded, "That's right. After the Holy Stone exploded, Elvira and the insane Ice Abyss Beast slaughtered the entire Holy City. I used the fragments of the Holy Stone to transfer the core energy of the Holy Stone here, waiting for you to travel back and absorb it. I didn't expect that Toby was resurrected by him outside the world and used as an anchor to invade this world. When Toby killed Elvira, he noticed my existence and sealed me under the altar." Albert's words shocked Mark's heart, as if a thunder exploded in his mind. The Holy Stone exploded, Elvira slaughtered the city, Toby was resurrected... These fragmented information rolled in his mind. Although he knew all this would happen, he still found it difficult to digest when he heard it again.