I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 577 - 577 576. Stop_1

Chapter 577: 576. Stop_1 Chapter 577: 576. Stop_1 When he saw that eye, He Chong felt a tremor from his soul.

It was larger than the moon, an eye that covered the entire sky, exerting a powerful oppressive force.

In this era, there was no such thing as a fear of giants, but what He Chong felt was indeed such suffocating impact.

He couldn’t look away; closing his eyes, he could only watch helplessly as the huge, elongated eye stared at him, as if to pull and crush his very soul.

He Chong felt he was about to submit, that grand, indifferent, and icy gaze almost made him involuntarily kneel in submission.

“Did the ancient Mysterious Monarchs experience such scenes?”

“How did they manage to stand here, facing the other for so many years without going mad?”

“What exactly is this Evil God?”

“Am I going to die here?”

Numerous thoughts made his head swell, almost unbearable to endure.

But just as his legs became weak and his knees were about to bend, a hand supported him.

That hand was as thin as kindling, but its strength did not falter.

The hand supported He Chong, helping him to stand firm.

He Chong turned his head and saw it was Blindman Zhang.

This old man, though blind, now possessed a power greater than all others.

It was the power to still believe after going through countless hardships.

Blindman Zhang had lived through much, seen the emperor’s incompetence, witnessed the foreign ships’ sturdy hulls and powerful guns, seen patriots shed blood and sacrifice, and watched warlords fight over territories amidst chaotic wars. The land was ravaged and full of scars.

Yet Blindman Zhang still believed this land was worth saving, even at the cost of his life.

Though he had lost his sight, Blindman Zhang still watched over this place.

He Chong lacked literary grace; if Lu Ban were here, he might describe it like this:

In this world, there is only one kind of heroism, and that is after seeing the truth about life, to still love life.

Blindman Zhang had witnessed the decline of this land, seen its wretchedness, its struggles, pain, bloodshed, and sacrifices during the darkest time before dawn. It was precisely because of this that he believed dawn would inevitably come, and the sun would rise as usual.

If you can’t see dawn in the darkness, then become the dawn yourself.

He Chong saw, besides Blindman Zhang, there were Shi Buwen, Tang Que, Du Ming, and hundreds of other predecessors from the Nine Streams.

And the very first Mysterious Monarch, he stood in front of He Chong.

Although without words, He Chong understood that he was the person who had stayed here the longest.

The torment He Chong had faced in these few minutes, that person had endured for thousands of years in this place.

The will of all these people was to help this first Mysterious Monarch confront the Evil God.

He Chong saw that between the wills of the people, a chain appeared, binding the massive eyeball.

Despite its still cold and cruel demeanor, that eyeball no longer had its former oppressive force.

The light continued to shine, the eyeball gradually rose, and He Chong seemed to see a towering figure.

That figure was bound by numerous chains, quiet and still, like a living statue.

He knew well that this statue would become the nightmare of their lifetime, until death.

He Chong snapped back to reality.

He found himself standing in the cave.

His hand was still above the remains, but the remains had vanished without a trace.

Only he and the others were left, standing in the empty cave, at a loss.

It seemed that the earthquake had already subsided.

“The remains of the Mysterious Monarch…”

A premonition welled up in Du Ming’s heart, he instinctively felt that the Seal on Jiangcheng Mountain should not have any problems for a while.

This feeling was like being targeted by hunters but now being disregarded.

It might have been camouflage or something else, but either way, a safety declaration had already been issued here. At the very least, they no longer had to worry about what lay beneath Jiangcheng Mountain.

The mission of their lineage was now on the brink of conclusion.

The group exchanged looks, each feeling an unreal sensation.

As they exited the cave, they were greeted by a magnificent expanse of rivers and mountains.

A gentle breeze carried a refreshing chill that pervaded heart and soul.

“I wonder how Lu Ban is doing?”

He Chong thought to himself.

At that moment, he heard a voice calling out.

Looking downward, he realized it was Seventh Master.

Although Seventh Master hadn’t participated in the Mysterious Monarch’s ritual, he hadn’t left the mountain. Instead, he had driven his car over.

“I thought it over, and if you all were gone, it wouldn’t do for me to be left here alone. At the least, I had to bring your bodies back, so I drove over. What’s happened to you guys? Get in the car, what are you waiting for? The earthquake has just stopped; let’s get out of here!”

Seventh Master was panting as if running had nearly claimed his life.

But no one immediately responded to him, and Seventh Master, watching the group descend, was puzzled.

Had he missed something?

Seventh Master vaguely sensed.

…

Lu Ban felt something licking his face.

He came to his senses and saw it was a Corgi.

Just as the Corgi attempted to sit its rear end on Lu Ban’s face, he made a sound.

“Stop.”

Lu Ban felt his limbs were hard to move, only then noticing that his flesh was indistinct, rooting and sprouting under the sunlight.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this was the drop he had left outside at the beginning.

As for himself inside the Temple, he was probably quite delicious by now.

Lu Ban didn’t know how long it would take to grow into a little sapling; he could only wait.

Several days later, Lu Ban finally stood up again.

He brushed the dirt from his body and looked at the lush trees and the cool forest that had recovered, clearly feeling that it was no longer under the watchful gaze of a great existence.

In other words, the dark-skinned man was no longer paying attention to this place.

Lu Ban wasn’t clear on who He was, but He knew that the man’s goal had probably been to release the Ancient Overlord sealed within Jiangcheng Mountain. However, if He could easily come to the Temple, why not release it Himself?

He certainly had the power to do so.

But He didn’t do it. He didn’t even kill Lu Ban directly, and after that, He abandoned the place.

A normal line of thinking would say that the Ancient Overlord didn’t need to go through so much trouble; it was entirely capable of acting directly.

Moreover, judging by the presence Lu Ban felt at the time, the dark-skinned man was obviously much higher ranking than Fang Geng who he had met before, and the Ancient Overlord from the Wasteland restrained by the Black Hole.

Such a being should have already been subjected to immense Pollution and gone completely mad, no longer resembling a human.

But the man seemed perfectly sane.

Why?

Lu Ban felt like a normal person with rigorous thinking and tight logic couldn’t understand the thoughts of those festival rulers.

He stood up and saw the sparse fallen leaves on the ground forming the cold, indifferent words of the System.

[Become the Mysterious Monarch: 1/1]

[Investigate the secrets of Jiangcheng Mountain: 1/1]

[Congratulations on completing the mission]

[Now beginning the settlement]