Location

In fact, without Zhao Cheng's tiny little bit of help, even with this half of the map and the half in Professor Jetev's possession, finding the destination would have been an incredibly difficult task.

It was nowhere near like in the movies, where all sorts of clues practically delivered themselves to your door. There was no way they could achieve much in a short time.

But young people always liked to think they were the "protagonists."

And so, the group did not remain at the base for long. Each picked out an item as a keepsake, left behind positioning equipment, and departed directly.

Compared to the legendary Age of Gods, a mere missile was not worth mentioning.

They could already imagine the shock that would sweep the entire world when they uncovered the secrets of the long-sealed Age of Gods.

Three days later, the group left the snowfields. After another half day of travel, they arrived at Professor Jetev's estate, their efficiency maxed out.

And they were not the only ones. When Professor Jetev learned of the parchment scroll through a communication device, his eyes reddened with excitement.

He had thought that he would never have the chance in this lifetime to uncover the secrets of Sumerian civilization. Who would have thought that one of his students, on what had been no more than a playful excursion, would make such a discovery?

"Mr. Zhao Jie, I've heard so much about you!"

At the estate, Zhao Cheng shook hands with Professor Jetev.

Professor Jetev was already in his fifties, yet he was in excellent health and brimming with energy. His beard and hair had turned gray-white, and his figure was slightly stout. Only the gleam of wisdom flowing through his eyes, paired with his meticulously tailored suit, revealed that he was