I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 572 - 572 571. Clan of the Mountains_1

Chapter 572: 571. Clan of the Mountains_1 Chapter 572: 571. Clan of the Mountains_1 The trembling rose from beneath Lu Ban’s feet.

At first, it was a slight vibration, like a fat man walking by, followed by a shaking sensation, as if staggering across a deck in a storm while drunk, finally, dust and pebbles fell, and the earth shook and the mountains quivered.

If records in the future ever existed, they might simply note a certain year, month, and day when Jiangcheng experienced an earthquake, when the thunderous sounds made the grass and trees tremble, and the valley’s birds and beasts fled in panic.

Of course, that’s assuming there is a future.

“The seal cannot be so easily broken, can it?”

Lu Ban felt that the seal of the Ancient Overlord could not possibly be so easily lifted; otherwise, this planet would have been destroyed hundreds of times over.

Was this perhaps a leakage of energy caused by touching the seal?

Lu Ban glanced at the corpse seated in the center, which should serve to reinforce the seal, for the time being, there was no need to worry about collapse.

“Is it Dai Yuanyang?”

Thinking it over, apart from the Inheritors of the Nine Streams, the only one who could be moving on Jiangcheng Mountain was Dai Yuanyang. Could he have awoken and touched the seal?

Or maybe…

“Those foreign research teams behind him have come to Jiangcheng Mountain?”

In this era, it had to be said, various foreign studies had reached quite an advanced level, and Lu Ban even suspected that they had grasped more serious sources of pollution.

After some thought, Lu Ban did not disturb anything in the cave.

Upon leaving the cave, he discovered that the shaking outside was even more intense.

After pondering, Lu Ban blew a whistle.

He quickly hopped down the mountain path to the twisted temple, where the buildings had already collapsed, revealing the eerie Divine Idol inside that seemed to have come to life, displaying a bizarre texture.

No, it really had come to life.

The petrified Divine Idol of Fang Geng slowly began to move, its immense trunk writhing, and with its crimson eyes, the vegetation around the Divine Idol immediately withered. Splendid colors rose from beneath the idol’s feet, its speed accelerating as if it were awakening.

“Is this Its Clan?”

Lu Ban guessed that these were probably Fang Geng’s Clan. Because their master was sealed, they too had turned to statues, scattered around the mountain throughout the long years, and now, with even the slightest disturbance from the Ancient Overlord during Its slumber, these Clan members came back to life, attempting to bring about bloodshed and slaughter.

If a common person were to see these monsters at this moment, they would certainly start to deny everything, their faith would crumble, they would tremble all over, unable to move, and eventually be devoured by the monsters amidst tears and snot.

The current Ancient Overlord was probably like being bitten by a mosquito in sleep, but not enough to wake it, those feeble stirrings of thought amid dim-witted ignorance were enough to cause an earthquake.

Seeing the Clan of Fang Geng approaching, with writhing tentacles stretching out, attempting to ensnare Lu Ban, he remained calm and materialized a silver steel pen named “Testament” in his hand.

“Testament” touched down, writing the words “Floating” on a heavy stone, which then began to float. With a slight push from Lu Ban, the stone flew towards the approaching Clan of Fang Geng. Then, as the stone hovered just above the Clan member’s head, the power of “Testament” was released, and a ton-weight stone crashed onto the Clan member’s head, causing it to lose balance.

Splash—

The stone directly smashed the Divine Idol’s head, from within poured countless squirming maggots-like creatures, each as thick as Lu Ban’s arm and about a meter long. From that shattered wound, the maggots spread, quickly wriggling towards Lu Ban.

Meanwhile, the Clan member with a broken head had also climbed to its feet. Its head seemed to be nothing but an empty shell, yet it moved with an unaffected agility.

The creatures from the Foreign Domain differed radically from the beings of this world, and normal biological theories would likely fail completely on them. They were monsters that seemed to have congealed from what felt like tangible malice.

In Lu Ban’s hand, the silver pen transformed into a massive revolver, and he shot at the rubble of another building, propelling the stone to hit the Clan member at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour, sending the bloated creature flying.

Ignoring those maggots, Lu Ban headed towards the location of the Taoist Temple where he had spent the previous night.

If the Inheritors of the Ninth River were not at the temple, they had certainly returned to the Taoist Temple, where there was also a Divine Idol of Fang Geng!

The temperature on the mountain grew hotter, accompanied by the damp, sticky wind, as if something was brewing, about to break through the earth.

In midsummer, sometimes such weather would be followed by a sudden storm.

But now, Lu Ban didn’t know what would come next.

He took two steps at a time, quickly traversing the downhill path, and finally arrived at the Taoist Temple.

He saw that in addition to the Inheritors of the Ninth River, there were others present.

Some people dressed like foreigners were wailing as they fired their guns at the massive Divine Idol of Fang Geng.

Next to the Divine Idol of Fang Geng were several bodies that had been carelessly gnawed upon.

The corpses were in complete disarray, like toys violently dismantled and discarded by a capricious child.

The foreigners, with bloodshot eyes, were hanging on by the last thread of sanity that was their will to survive, and if they could defeat the Divine Idol of Fang Geng, then without a doubt, they would fall into mutual slaughter and end their lives in an endless nightmare.

Lu Ban also saw the Inheritors of the Ninth River.

In this situation, they did not fight amongst themselves but used certain methods to restrain the movements of the Idol.

Several paper men in flashy Armor hovered around the Idol, their seemingly feeble weapons making a sharp clattering noise when they struck the Idol.

Swollen all over, Tang Que had transformed from what might have been a one-point-six-meter-tall woman into a near two-meter muscle powerhouse. She lifted a heavy stone high above her head and viciously smashed it down onto the Idol of Fang Geng.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!”

With a shout, Tang Que’s boulder hit the Divine Idol of Fang Geng, causing its head to burst open and spilling blood. More maggots, just like the ones Lu Ban had seen before, wriggled out from inside the Idol, entangled themselves around the bodies of the foreigners, and bit off large chunks of flesh with a single bite, leaving wounds so deep that bone was visible, a horrific sight.

By then, Lu Ban had finally reached the clearing. With his silver pen, he wrote the word “Fire” on a broken stone and threw it towards the maggots.

The flames quickly caught among the maggots; some were ignited and writhed in agony and no longer moved.

Seeing this, the foreigners began to create fire too, using gasoline and torches to set the maggots and the Divine Idol of Fang Geng ablaze.

Taking advantage of the Idol’s lack of response, Tang Que strode forward and threw a punch, shattering the remaining half of its head, with the viscous fluid splashing out and scalding her arm.

Amidst the flames, the Divine Idol of Fang Geng soon lay still, and the battle seemed to reach a conclusion.

“Where’s your leader?”

Lu Ban grabbed a foreigner and asked in English.