I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 574 - 574 573. Temple_1

Chapter 574: 573. Temple_1 Chapter 574: 573. Temple_1 Lu Ban stood at the entrance of the Temple, filled with a sense of distortion and bizarreness. Observing carefully, he realized this was because the angles of the walls were peculiar, not the traditional right angles, nor did they appear to be acute or obtuse. In fact, these were angles not found in the human world.

Staring at such angles for too long easily causes one’s head to swirl and consciousness to blur.

The Temple was surely not made by humans, at least not by those of this world.

As for the aesthetic preferences of the Foreign Domain’s natives, that was beyond Lu Ban’s concern.

He glanced to the side.

Outside was boundless darkness, pure, absolute, eternal; even Lu Ban’s “True Sight” saw nothing but a tranquil expanse.

Even “information” was completely absent, an utter void.

This Temple was suspended in midair, with endless darkness in every direction.

Lu Ban understood, this was the “Seal”.

Though the Temple was only the size of a small three-story building, it was far from something the original form of an Ancient Overlord could accommodate.

And everything had been achieved by a power that transcended the gods.

Maybe it was the death of billions of Transcendents from the Exotic Race, or perhaps the chaotic battles between a few Ancient Overlords; or, it might have been but a fleeting glance from a higher existence.

Lu Ban was reminded of the Ancient Overlord he had seen before in the Wasteland’s outer region, whose mere glimpse could destroy worlds, silence civilizations, and dim stars. It seemed the stature of that Ancient Overlord was quite high.

And now, the Temple binding Fang Geng in front of him didn’t seem to have that grandeur.

Could it be because Fang Geng was too weak?

Or was the great existence suppressing Him too strong?

Lu Ban walked into the Temple.

The hall was empty, the three-story building made just to house one thing— a massive lump of flesh.

Surrounding the flesh were bone-like spines, thick muscle tissue, and organs of varied colors. The flesh pulsated, contracted, and swelled, bound by several chains reaching from every corner of the Temple.

Humm—

Upon witnessing this scene, blood flowed from Lu Ban’s eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His brain boiled over in an instant, and he melted into a puddle of mush.

Luckily, Lu Ban was able to melt naturally.

He smoked and smelled the scent of cooked meat, feeling a bit hungry.

Oh, it’s just me. Then, it’s alright.

The “Nine Chapters of the Crane’s Cry Secret Scripture” fell to the ground, seemingly undamaged, but for the moment, Lu Ban couldn’t concern himself with it.

At this time, Lu Ban noticed two other people in the Temple. One of them, a brown-haired man, was blind, having gouged out his own eyes. Those two eyeballs had dropped to the floor and had already sprouted tentacles, beginning to struggle and crawl bit by bit.

The brown-haired foreigner was beyond screaming, maintaining a kneeling posture with only a faint breathing sound.

The other person was quite different.

The blond man with disheveled hair had bloodshot eyes. His skin was cracked, as if scorched by high heat. He sat slumped on the floor, muttering to himself.

“It’s real, it’s real.”

Gordon mumbled.

Lu Ban noticed that one of the chains binding Fang Geng had broken, and it was this very rupture that caused the earth to tremble.

Around Fang Geng, there were also some faint threads, presenting a bright yellow color, almost invisible, stretching down from an infinite height to reinforce the chains.

It appeared to be the handiwork of the Mysterious Monarch.

Honestly, Lu Ban thought that the original Mysterious Monarch, with the limited physical form and knowledge of humankind, was already a great Chosen by Gods.

However, those ropes were continuously fracturing, and the steel chains were also trembling slightly.

The strongest Seal was, in fact, this power of blind foolishness that was imposed upon the Ancient Overlord.

Lu Ban took a casual glance, this power surpassed all things and could bring even the most frenzied of the Divine Beings to peace, it robbed them of all intentions, objectives, cognizance, and it even stripped away life and death.

Those eternally sleeping were not the deceased; in the bizarre eternity, even death would dissipate.

Lu Ban also came to understand why Ancient Overlords were typically sealed rather than killed.

Just like himself, if he were now to be reduced to dust and scattered by some force, he wouldn’t necessarily die; his and Feng Yu’s powers were sufficient to resurrect him.

For some Ancient Overlords, death might actually be an escape; if you defeat and kill them here, they would just resurrect somewhere else, waiting for the opportunity to stab you in the back.

Therefore, a Seal was the best method.

To leave these Divine Beings in the crack between life and death, unable to live or die, forever muddled and blindly foolish, was the true means to deal with the Ancient Overlords.

Of course, learning this method would be very difficult.

Lu Ban saw Gordon stand up.

He moved like a marionette, as if controlled by something, his whole body creaking as he walked towards that enormous lump of flesh.

“No, no, no…”

Gordon screamed hysterically, but his body moved involuntarily.

On his neck, the irregular polyhedron-shaped ornament was shining, and Lu Ban found it somewhat familiar.

“Could he be attempting to unravel the Seal?”

Lu Ban thought.

This man’s will had collapsed, but his body was still moving, clearly under some influence; was someone trying to use his exploration to unravel the Seal here?

Lu Ban didn’t revert to human form because in this situation, his human form might not be as useful as a puddle of meat.

He saw Gordon breaking down, his cries echoing off the Temple’s stone walls as he was about to touch the blindly foolish Ancient Overlord.

At that moment, Gordon couldn’t move anymore.

His legs were entwined by Lu Ban, unable to take another step forward.

Then, Gordon looked at Lu Ban in disbelief.

“No, no… Corea… it’s you… Corea…”

Gordon’s mouth emitted incomprehensible whimpers, and from within him, from within the shining irregular polyhedron, a splash of variegated color began to spill out.

As that thing flowed out, the light faded from Gordon’s eyes.

He collapsed to the ground, falling next to the unburned “Nine Chapters of the Crane’s Cry Secret Scripture.”

And from the vibrant colors, a humanoid shape formed.

Lu Ban noticed the figure had dark skin, a slim physique, and a handsome appearance—akin to a dark deity or a fallen archangel, a visage not possessed by humans, one that would spark an urge in anyone who saw it to get closer, to please, to appease.

He wore an exquisitely made, luxurious black suit, his entire presence solemn and indifferent, as if he had lost interest in everything in the world.

The figure stood before the blindly foolish Ancient Overlord, yet maintained his humanoid form and Sanity.

He glanced at the enormous mass of flesh, then, as if noticing something, turned his head towards Lu Ban.

“Hmm? There’s another one here.”