I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 575 - 575 574. Moment of Destiny_1

Chapter 575: 574. Moment of Destiny_1 Chapter 575: 574. Moment of Destiny_1 The dark-skinned, tall and lean man suddenly took an interest.

Sincere colors flowed through his originally unruffled eyes as if he had seen a beloved toy, captivating anyone who witnessed such a gaze.

Glancing at Gordon, who was convulsing on the ground, the man instinctively wanted to kick him away and throw him into the endless void outside.

However, he quickly had some marvelous thoughts.

With a snap of his fingers, the crippled Gordon was enveloped in a burst of colorful disappearance, along with the “Nine Chapters of the Crane’s Cry Secret Scripture” by his side, swept away in a spectrum of colors, vanishing from sight.

“Don’t worry so much, I’ve just thought of some interesting developments, and a story needs its highs and lows, doesn’t it?”

The man looked at the puddle that was Lu Ban.

Lu Ban did not respond.

From the moment the man appeared, Lu Ban felt very clearly that this fellow’s rank was exceptionally high.

Compared to this man, Fang Geng, who was slumbering in the temple of the void, and the Ancient Overlord, bound by the black hole of the Foreign Domain, were not worth mentioning at all.

An Ancient Overlord beyond the Ancient Overlords.

A Divine Being above the Divine Beings.

I should have tried my own taste first.

Lu Ban thought.

“Rest assured, because of your efforts, I’m not planning to release It this time, for I find the current situation quite amusing.”

The man’s tone became lively, as if he had found an interesting toy.

“You have a unique scent about you, tsk tsk, it seems our connection goes beyond what we see.”

The man poked at the flesh mud that was Lu Ban with his finger.

“The touch is not bad.”

He laughed, showing his pearly white teeth in contrast with his dark skin.

Lu Ban felt the man’s skin, indistinguishable from a human’s.

But through contact, a portion of knowledge flowed into Lu Ban’s melting brain.

A cacophony of murmurs arose, causing Lu Ban to seethe.

“However, I need to give you a little punishment for ruining my fun.”

The man smiled an honest smile that was hard not to be moved by.

He then transformed into a splendor of colors and disappeared from the space.

Amidst the boiling turmoil, Lu Ban slowly made his way towards the outside of the temple.

He didn’t know how to leave this place, nor did he have the strength. The things he had seen and heard were enough to kill Lu Ban a dozen times over. It was only because of the man’s mercy, or rather his amusement, that Lu Ban survived.

The feeling of being worse than dead lingered over Lu Ban.

His consciousness blurred, and he felt that at any moment, he might become as blindly foolish as the bound Ancient Overlord, losing all will.

…

On the road downhill from Jiangcheng Mountain.

The earthquake continued, growing more intense, startling countless birds into flight.

Inside Jiangcheng City, there was chaos as people frantically fled, begging the heavens for mercy, with the noise of children crying, dogs barking, and cars colliding being unceasing.

And on this mountain road, Du Ming, who was driving a foreigner’s car, was also sweating profusely.

“We can’t escape this, the earthquake is almost catching up with us.”

He cursed, pressed the gas pedal to the floor, bumping along the road.

Boom—

Suddenly, a loud noise came from ahead, and Du Ming slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched against the ground, and the vehicle finally came to a halt, only to find that the road ahead had split open, the road torn right down the middle, revealing an abyss so deep the bottom couldn’t be seen. The area further on wouldn’t be explorable later—it likely would collapse completely.

“We can’t drive any further.”

“There are other ways down the mountain, aren’t there?” asked Seventh Master.

“Yeah, there are, but it’s a big detour.”

Du Ming replied, looking towards the mountaintop again.

“You’re still worried about him?”

He Chong noticed Du Ming’s concern.

“Is it really okay for us just to leave like this?”

Du Ming got out of the car, checking the situation while speaking.

“We are all of such an age, do we really have the heart to leave everything to a junior, to let him face it all alone?”

Upon hearing Du Ming’s words, Seventh Master hesitated for a moment.

“But, Brother Du, what can we do? Although my family is known as Mountain-moving Dragon Seeker, we can’t really move mountains; we are just tomb raiders. Faced with this situation, we are truly powerless.”

He explained.

This was the reason why everyone present had chosen to leave just now.

They could do nothing.

In the face of this catastrophe, their supernormal abilities were nothing more than child’s play, completely inadequate.

A sense of powerlessness and despair enveloped them.

“No, perhaps there’s a way.”

Blindman Zhang, who was sitting in a car behind, got out and muttered.

“Didn’t he say that the Mysterious Monarch was able to suppress the monsters inside this mountain? If we become the Mysterious Monarch, or get the power of the Mysterious Monarch, we could help him.”

“Are you suggesting that we go to the uppermost cave and obtain the secrets of the Mysterious Monarch?”

Seventh Master felt intimidated.

“But without the token, we can’t enter there, can we?”

Shi Buwen said in a deep voice.

“There might be a way.”

It was then that Tang Que suddenly spoke up.

“Everybody, don’t you feel that the previous rounds of competition were actually steps towards getting closer to the Mysterious Monarch?”

Tang Que’s words made everyone fall into thought. After a moment, He Chong was the first to catch on.

“Those competitions, were they letting us use various methods to circumvent the prohibitions and finally reach the residence of the Mysterious Monarch?”

An inspiration seemed to flash through his mind, spreading like sparks, igniting the dark night sky.

“We can use our skills to break through the prohibitions of the Mysterious Monarch and enter his abode!”

Thinking this, he hesitated again.

Jiangcheng Mountain was now not only in the epicenter of an earthquake, extremely dangerous, but there was also that indescribable monster, as well as the possible presence of an ancient Evil God.

No one would choose to go up the mountain now.

And besides, they had already escaped; they didn’t need to go back for a slim hope.

He had a wife, children, a peaceful and warm life.

He had no reason to stand here, trying to save all this.

Yet, a fiery emotion ignited in He Chong’s chest.

In his youth, because of his Yin Yang Eyes, he could always see some unclean things, which led to being ostracized, ridiculed, and bullied.

He Chong once asked his father why he was like this, what use these eyes really had.

His father had said it was a gift, a blessing, but the young He Chong did not understand at all.

But later on, after He Chong went through many experiences, after he had helped many people with these eyes, he finally came to understand.

There are many moments in a person’s life.

Happy ones, sad ones, bitter ones, tough ones, relaxed ones, joyous ones.

But there is also that type of moment that naturally evokes a sense of emotion, the kind that makes you think, “If not me, then who?” at this time and place.

Like a general who hears the bugle behind him while he is in the thick of battle, like a tired doctor who has just revived a dying patient, like now, with He Chong standing on Jiangcheng Mountain.

This was a moment meant by destiny, and at such a time, fulfilling one’s fate became everything. It was as if those skills from the Nine Streams, passed down from ancient times, were meant to create miracles at this very moment.

The subtle connection between history and destiny spurred He Chong to stand up, although he knew it was impossible. But He Chong still hoped that future generations would remember this moment, remember his choice.

A hand was placed on He Chong’s shoulder.