I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 563 - 563 562. Art of Resurrection_1

Chapter 563: 562. Art of Resurrection_1 Chapter 563: 562. Art of Resurrection_1 Seeing this, Lu Ban felt that there were even more ants crawling on his eyes.

The small, dense ants crawled all over his eyeballs, their antennae poking at the lens, occasionally using their teeth to tear at the delicate nerves and muscles around his eyes.

“Taoist Crane Cry’s knowledge comes from the Mysterious Monarch, the very Mysterious Monarch who is the ancient forebear of the Nine Streams, the one they fight over every ten years?”

“The Mysterious Monarch should be a person of this world, and his knowledge belongs to this world. Does that mean, the knowledge of this world has contaminated Taoist Crane Cry, turning him into a serious source of pollution in the Abandoned Capital?”

“So the sludge monster of the Abandoned Capital was also summoned through rituals passed down by the descendents of the Crane Cry Sect, and this sludge monster had been summoned and bound at Nanhua Private Renji Hospital decades ago. Does this mean the pollution of this world might be deeper than it appears?”

Lu Ban took a quick glance at the first chapter on the Art of Resurrection.

My goodness.

Lu Ban couldn’t even finish before he exclaimed in astonishment.

This Art of Resurrection was about using the sludge monster to absorb the soul, forsake the physical body, and turn people into walking corpses.

If one were to follow the instructions here, they would end up in the same situation as Nanhua Private Renji Hospital.

Further on, the rituals to become a ghoul were extremely bloody, requiring operations that would be censored with asterisks if spoken aloud, utterly cruel.

As for controlling foreign monsters and techniques for inter-dimensional travel, each method seemed more against humanity than the last.

Lu Ban felt that it would be best for this book to remain unseen.

Closing the book, Lu Ban took a look at Tang Que opposite him.

The lady indeed hadn’t come any closer, just looking at Lu Ban with great interest.

“What do you think; any findings?”

Tang Que inquired.

“This thing truly causes harm, it should be destroyed immediately.”

Lu Ban answered right away.

“You are quite an interesting person.”

Tang Que observed Lu Ban, her gaze somewhat resembling that of a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb.

Lu Ban placed the booklet on the altar.

“Whoever placed this book here definitely has an agenda. The position of the Mysterious Monarch is not so simple.”

He added.

“Miss Tang, do you know what happened to the previous Mysterious Monarchs?”

“I’m not sure about that. The last Mysterious Monarch was probably from the Mountain-moving Dragon Seeker side, maybe a relative of Seventh Master.”

Tang Que glanced outside.

Noises were already coming from outside.

Lu Ban and Tang Que stepped out to see Dai Yuanyang and He Chong fighting again, but they were quickly held back by others.

“I have no clue about any secret tome. If I had such a thing, wouldn’t it be good for me to keep it for my own research or take it back to the university’s lab? Why would I give it to you guys?”

Dai Yuanyang said, sounding quite reasonable.

“There is a serious problem with that book; I just confirmed it. It’s best if everyone refrains from reading it casually. To ensure safety, I will carry it with me.”

Lu Ban turned around and picked up the little booklet on the altar.

Suddenly, Lu Ban felt something was off.

He looked up.

And he saw the eyes of the eerie Divine Idol of Fang Geng staring at him, the gaze was sharp, like an actual blade, causing a chill to crawl up the back of Lu Ban’s neck.

“Is there something odd about this Divine Idol?”

Lu Ban asked.

Tang Que and Shi Buwen came in to look and were also somewhat surprised.

Lu Ban’s True Sight scanned over the Divine Idol but couldn’t find any clues; it was just a stone idol.

“Tonight may not be peaceful.”

Shi Buwen spoke solemnly.

He looked at the bizarre Divine Idol as if he could see through time.

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Evening.

After dinner, night had also enveloped Jiangcheng Mountain.

For Lu Ban, who had lived and grown up in the city, the night in the mountains was very dark.

There were no streetlights here, nor the glow of other buildings; in this gloom where even the moonlight was shrouded by clouds, darkness proliferated.

Humans’ fear of darkness is instinctual, a fear of the unknown and danger.

Lu Ban did not feel fear; he just felt it was very dark, with only the lights in the yard offering some warmth.

He went to the Taoist temple again for a look, the divine idol’s gaze fixed on the location of the altar, unmoving.

The Inheritors of the Ninth River had already started to leave to search for the whereabouts of the jade pendants.

Eight people, nine pieces of jade; if one could find a piece, then they could at least ensure a point, and any extras would enable them to take the lead.

For instance, if Dai Yuanyang obtained two pieces while Lu Ban found none, his score would surpass Lu Ban’s, making him the current first-place contender.

Of course, if someone were exceptionally skilled and managed to acquire all nine pieces at once, they could slack off in at least two events without falling behind.

“Seventh Master, I heard that the previous Mysterious Monarch was from your Mountain-moving Dragon Seeker lineage. Do you know any details?”

By the light of the moon, Lu Ban found Seventh Master outside lighting his pipe.

“Yo, indeed, the last Mysterious Monarch was my first cousin; we all called him Third, as he was the third in his generation in our family.”

Seventh Master took a deep drag from his pipe, inhaling the polluted smoke until it soaked his lungs before slowly exhaling, his eyes momentarily hazy.

“What happened to him after he became the Mysterious Monarch?”

Lu Ban asked further.

“Not too clear on that, but he eventually returned home and passed away a few years later from illness. He was in the northeast at the time, and it wasn’t convenient for me to visit.”

Seventh Master said as he reminisced.

“The Mysterious Monarch can die?”

Lu Ban asked subconsciously.

“Of course, they can die; who doesn’t? They say the Mysterious Monarch can inherit some long-life techniques, but I think that’s total bullshit. If they truly had longevity, we wouldn’t need to do this every ten years.”

Seventh Master spoke with cultured ease.

“That being said, what’s become of the previous Mysterious Monarchs?”

Lu Ban suddenly asked again.

“I’m not too sure about that, but they must all be dead by now.”

Seventh Master chuckled.

“Could it be that the Mysterious Monarchs were all deceived into coming up the mountain and then burned alive as sacrifices to the mountain god in a cave for peace?”

Lu Ban threw out the idea out of the blue.

“… Young Brother Lu, your imagination is too rich. Those who became Mysterious Monarch all ended up fine, at most they dabbled in some so-called secret arts and ended up in trouble, but they wouldn’t be harmed.”

Seventh Master said reassuringly.

“That’s good to hear.”

Lu Ban nodded and then walked into the darkness.

He had visited the buildings here during the afternoon and evening.

He had briefly located the positions of five pieces of the jade pendant, and as for the remaining four, Lu Ban wasn’t particularly interested; after all, as long as he secured five pieces, he could guarantee first place, no problem.

Seeing others still searching, Lu Ban, without saying another word, headed straight for the hall decorated with ink wash paintings.

He was ready to acquire the piece hidden there first.

But just as he entered, he found Blindman Zhang sitting there, caressing a piece of greenish stone in his hand.

Upon seeing that object, the strokes of the ink wash painting in Lu Ban’s field of vision distorted, forming the system’s cold and indifferent text.

[Item discovered: Life Jade 1/9]

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