I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 297 - 297 296. As long as it works_1

Chapter 297: 296. As long as it works_1 Chapter 297: 296. As long as it works_1 Lu Ban recalled his initial encounter with the System and the description it provided.

The Silent Chosen One.

At first, he thought it simply meant being selected by the Silent Lands, akin to being a Cycler in some sort of main god space, just a title.

But upon reflection, something felt off.

According to Shia’s explanation, the concept of a Chosen by Gods already existed in the Night Country itself, representing individuals chosen by Divine Beings, watched over by deities.

So, the Silent Chosen One wasn’t just someone chosen by the Silent Lands, it signified…

“Silence?”

As he uttered this unremarkable word, Lu Ban suddenly felt his heartbeat accelerate.

Driven by an inexplicable sense of urgency, Lu Ban looked up at the sky, and in his True Sight, among the star-studded expanse above the tumult of wind and rain, a distant star twinkled into visibility.

The sight of this nebula, far beyond human comprehension, entered Lu Ban’s vision.

Twisting and multicolored, majestic yet indifferent, the stardust swirled, forming a shape beyond Lu Ban’s understanding.

This was a star cluster undetectable by any known human observation methods, or rather, it didn’t even exist within the real universe—it was the dark side of a universe that transcended all physical knowledge, a gateway to all worlds, all time, all known and unknown in the Foreign Domain.

As for what lay beyond the gateway, Lu Ban could not know.

A stream of heat flowed into Lu Ban’s mind.

He knew it was knowledge.

From this moment forward, the word ‘silence’ was no longer merely an adjective describing a quiet environment devoid of sound, but the revered name of a mighty entity projected into human consciousness.

Having grasped this knowledge, Lu Ban wasn’t overly polluted, although a part of his brain was still completely scorched, with boiling brain matter spreading from his spinal column, causing all his nerves to tremble.

Gurgle, gurgle—

What followed was the boiling of Lu Ban’s blood. In the blood vessels that sprawled like wild grass, bubbles were frothing at an astonishing rate.

Boom—

Flames sparked at the tips of Lu Ban’s nerves; his muscles spasmed uncontrollably, dark blue-black spots began to appear all over his body, and accompanied by the damage to his brain, his body convulsed.

Plat—

Lu Ban collapsed onto the ground, but even so, the cold rain water still avoided him, and the soft, sparse soil did too. There he hovered, unmoving.

“Sigh.”

Feng Yu sighed once, and changes began to appear on Lu Ban’s body.

A silver, fluid-like mist entered Lu Ban’s bloodstream and, through the network of vessels and nerve endings, it reached every nook and cranny of his body.

One could say, from then on, Feng Yu could perfectly read every muscle and nerve in Lu Ban’s body without any secrets being able to be concealed from her.

To put it indelicately, Feng Yu could now control Lu Ban’s sensations, making him ecstatically pass out on the spot.

However, Feng Yu didn’t have the leisure for that. The silver mist rapidly repaired Lu Ban’s damaged body, reconstructed the neural network, replenished his muscles, cooled his boiling blood, devoured necrotic cells, stimulated the transformation of new ones, and calmed the turmoil in his brain, from the hippocampus to the cortical furrows, trembling slightly as if a tender little hand lightly brushed over them.

Lu Ban’s consciousness returned once again.

“Your brain structure is a bit peculiar. I inadvertently added something extra while fixing it, but it seems to be functioning normally, so there shouldn’t be a problem,”

Feng Yu’s voice echoed in Lu Ban’s ears.

“You mean, you even know how to resurrect?”

Lu Ban felt that there must have been a good ten seconds or so when he was utterly breathless, dead by modern medical standards, but now he felt reborn, not the slightest discomfort in his body, and even healthier than before.

Feng Yu actually knows how to bring back the dead?

No, that was not quite right either, it wasn’t just bringing back the dead.

In Lu Ban’s understanding, there was no spell for resurrection in the Foreign Domain; death was always a cold and indifferent matter. Even the Great Mages of the Gray Tower who could twist the rules were unable to rewrite the fate of death.

“It’s not resurrection, just pure medical technology,”

Feng Yu sighed.

“In fact, even the medical techniques of your humans could achieve this. It’s just about repairing a damaged body, only along the way, I separated your consciousness, your soul, your ego, or whatever you think is ‘you’, from your body.”

“?”

Lu Ban was puzzled again.

“Sometimes, when we travel without finding a suitable host, we make do with a corpse, making it at least mobile enough to gather energy. A corpse is more efficient than an unmoving stone, so we also know some techniques to repair corpses.”

Feng Yu added another explanation.

“So, basically, you just treated my body like a corpse to fix, and then, once it was repaired, you stuffed my brain back in?”

Lu Ban felt he almost understood.

“You could say that. Your soul is unique, which is why it could be treated like that. Even the most intact bodies are just zombies without a soul. On the other hand, if the soul is undamaged, no matter how broken the body, it can be repaired.”

Feng Yu was perhaps the person best qualified to say this among all the people Lu Ban knew.

Actually, her race might have been the first to realize this, to know there were limits to being human. The more one delved into the supernatural and contacted knowledge of the Foreign Domain, the more one would understand the limitations of humanity.

So, Feng Yu was no longer human.

They abandoned their bodies in pursuit of the strength of their souls, even capable of traversing time and space with their souls, replacing someone’s existence in the river of history.

Hmm?

Come to think of it, Feng Yu and himself were quite similar.

In a sense, transmigration was also a form of possession.

“Your physical fitness is not bad, there’s a bit of unwelcome weeds, but as a vessel, it’s quite good.”

Feng Yu suddenly started commenting on Lu Ban’s physique, giving him a bit of a chill down his spine.

Of course, Lu Ban was aware that Feng Yu had no intention of possessing him, otherwise, she wouldn’t have returned his consciousness just now; she would have simply taken over.

“You should exercise well. I have memorized the taste of your body. If you run into any misfortune in the Foreign Domain, I’ll help bring your body back and then possess it.”

Feng Yu said something that was a bit frightening.

“Well, thanks for that,”

Lu Ban smiled.

This way, at least his body wouldn’t be used by those indescribable monsters to do strange things, and he could count it as accumulating some merit.

“Let’s not talk about these things anymore. Those people should be close to reaching the depths of the Temple,”

Feng Yu reminded.