I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 576 - 576 575. We choose _1

Chapter 576: 575. We choose _1 Chapter 576: 575. We choose _1 He Chong turned his head and saw it was Du Ming.

This popular singer and host, a storyteller with a spacious courtyard, a beautiful wife, and a sensible son, also understood He Chong’s action.

“My home is right here in Jiangcheng. If something goes wrong here, my wife and kid won’t be able to escape either. Rather than that, I’d prefer to stay and give it a shot,”

Stone also stood up.

“In this situation, to let the young people sacrifice themselves while I seek my own survival, how could I, an old man, be such a coward? I am without desires or needs, and these legs can only run for another two years at most, so I might as well lend them to everyone now.”

“Hey, you guys, why all the fuss?”

Seventh Master felt a bit anxious, but he watched as Tang Que also raised her hand.

“Women can be as brave as men; what men can do, women can do too.”

It seemed that Tang Que was also going to join.

“My father once said, there are things you must do not because you can’t see hope, but sometimes, you might be hope itself.”

Blindman Zhang heard this and slightly nodded.

“Everyone, it looks like we are in agreement.”

“Hold on, I never said I’d go with you lot to die, don’t, don’t push me…”

Seventh Master exclaimed, glancing at the cliff.

“Since you’re not leaving, then I’m going first. If you’re unfortunate, I’ll burn an extra bundle of incense for you during Qingming Festival as my tribute.”

The others didn’t stop Seventh Master.

Because at that moment, leaving or staying was very normal.

Cursing and grumbling, Seventh Master began walking down the mountain path and quickly disappeared into the bushes.

“In the current state of the world, wars are endless, and we of the Nine Streams don’t have the power to govern the country or bring peace to the world. When we come across those with guns, we still have to detour.”

Blindman Zhang said.

“But there are things that only we can do.”

The few climbed into the car, heading up the road, and quickly returned to the position of the dilapidated temple.

Fang Geng’s clan had vanished without a trace, leaving only a winding path upwards.

It was getting hotter in the mountains, and everyone was sweating.

Stone carried Blindman Zhang on his back, moving briskly as he ran up the mountain.

The rest ascended the steps as well.

Along the way, He Chong continuously used his Yin Yang Eyes to watch the now chaotic formation, avoiding illusions and dangers.

The occasional rolling rocks were shattered by Tang Que’s punch, sending fragments flying.

Du Ming muttered to himself, causing the vegetation to settle and the path to stabilize.

Finally, the group reached the entrance of the cave.

The restriction was still there, preventing entry.

“Did you find it?”

Du Ming asked He Chong.

“There are three weak points here. If we apply a certain amount of force, we might be able to break through,”

He Chong examined for a moment and pointed out three spots.

Tang Que’s arms swelled as she took the highest spot.

Stone picked up his handgun and also aimed it at the middle spot.

At that moment, paper figures flew out, holding weapons, and approached the lowest spot.

The three exchanged glances and exerted their force simultaneously.

Crack—

It sounded like something had broken, and they all entered the cave.

Deadly miasma and pollution instantly filled their lungs, causing them to struggle in pain.

Suddenly, Du Ming began to sing, reciting an ancient poem that questioned the will of heaven. His voice reached the ears of the others, calming them.

“There is a strong presence of miasma here; we must be cautious.”

Du Ming also had a nosebleed.

As they delved deeper into the cave, they soon saw the skeleton seated in the center.

“This is what Lu Ban mentioned…”

He Chong found it hard to believe; it was clearly the original Mysterious Monarch.

“He just sat here, suppressing those Evil Gods?”

Tang Que also found it very strange. His own ancestor had been sitting here, something no medical science could explain.

“There are a few books here…”

Shi Buwen picked up the books.

Amidst the tremors of the cave, they flipped through the books rapidly, ignoring the nausea and dizziness that reading them induced. Blood rushed to their noses, and their mouths bled.

Finally, with He Chong’s help, they found the method to become the Mysterious Monarch and fortify the Seal.

This method was also known as summoning the deity.

It involved inviting the spirit of the Mysterious Monarch who dwelled here to descend upon one’s body.

After summoning the deity, one’s body would become connected with the formations in this place, and it would maintain the formations by burning one’s life force.

At most, a person could last ten years; for the short-lived, three to four years before their lifespan was exhausted.

Of course, even after death, the soul would be imprisoned back in Jiangcheng Mountain, continuing to provide fuel.

Once one became the Mysterious Monarch, life and death were no longer under one’s control.

No one knew whether the departed souls suffered endlessly here.

But they all understood clearly that being inhabited by the spirit of the Mysterious Monarch, dying, and becoming fuel to suppress the Evil Gods was an immense trial of will.

It was an experience no one would willingly undergo.

However, all those who had become the Mysterious Monarch through the ages had ultimately chosen to take up this role.

In reality, after they had entered, they had the opportunity to choose to leave without taking anything.

If they didn’t conduct the ritual, they would only suffer a bit of Pollution, shortening their lifespan slightly.

But everyone made their choice.

If this issue was brought up in casual conversation over tea or dinner, perhaps the vast majority of people, including He Chong himself, would not choose to stay here.

But now, under these circumstances, they all knew what they had to do.

“Everyone, although we may have been unfamiliar with each other and strangers before this, as inheritors of the Nine Streams, we should consider ourselves one family,” Du Ming said.

“Today, here, as we undergo the ritual and jointly become the Mysterious Monarch, we do not seek to be born on the same year, same month, and same day, but to die on them.”

He looked at Shi Buwen and the others as they set up the ritual, took the gleaming small knife that was passed to him, and held it in his hand.

Blood seeped from his palm, and as the crimson liquid dropped onto the skeleton, it unexpectedly sparked with a faint light.

Several people simultaneously let their blood fall, and some connection descended from the infinite heavens above, veiling them with a curtain.

The tremors outside could no longer reach them. He Chong opened his eyes to find himself in an ocean of nothingness, standing before him was a person.

No, not just one person.

There were thousands, people he did not recognize at all.

But He Chong could tell that some of the faces were familiar, like Du Ming, Tang Que, Blindman Zhang, Shi Buwen.

Inheritors of the Nine Streams, the souls and wills of thousands of years had not dissipated; they lingered here.

Before the vast ranks of ancestors, stood a mature man.

He was somewhat unkempt, dressed in what appeared to He Chong to be oddly ancient attire, with his hand raised in welcome.

He Chong gripped that hand.

In a flash, he looked up.

He saw that in the endless void above, atop the dome, was a vast and elongated eye.

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