I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 598 - 598 597. Thats it_1

Chapter 598: 597. That’s it?_1 Chapter 598: 597. That’s it?_1 Honestly, Lu Ban was somewhat worried at first that releasing the scenes from inside the Temple might cause widespread Pollution.

After all, it was an Ancient Overlord that had been sealed, and just one look could roast Lu Ban to a crisp, let alone common people, who would probably sublime into vapor on the spot.

But when Lu Ban checked the video, he discovered something peculiar.

For some reason, this video recording didn’t have the severe Pollution that was initially present.

After watching it, Lu Ban didn’t even experience any emotional fluctuations.

At first, Lu Ban thought it was because he was well-versed and had already surpassed the threshold for such things.

But Feng Yu also said there was no problem after watching it.

Later, Lu Ban let Qin Tiantian watch it.

Qin Tiantian also had no particular reaction after watching it, and even had an extra-large bowl of rice for dinner.

After that, Lu Ban handed it over to the employees at Silent Media.

The most severe reaction among the employees was just a feeling of dizziness and swelling in the brain, that’s all.

Is that all?

Lu Ban guessed there were two possibilities, one being that he and the people around him had been exposed to Pollution for a long time, so they had already reached a certain depth of Pollution. Hence, the image of the sealed Ancient Overlord, after being reprocessed in the video, didn’t cause much Corrosion.

The other possibility was a bit more theoretical.

Lu Ban had always been curious about how the Pollution of the Ancient Overlords affected the human spirit.

A piece of knowledge, a name, from where exactly does the transmission of Pollution start.

Take a name, like Fang Geng, composed of two characters, “Fang” has no Pollution, “Geng” has no Pollution either, but Fang Geng carries Pollution, while Geng Fang does not.

So, Lu Ban speculated that instead of saying knowledge brings Pollution, it could be said that this knowledge provokes the attention of great beings, thereby causing Pollution.

Then, what if these great beings were completely sealed?

After that, Fang Geng must have been abandoned by that man with dark skin, and with the restrictions of the Mysterious Monarch, fell into a deep slumber.

Therefore, even if Lu Ban uttered his name, the Pollution wouldn’t spread, and the Pollution caused by his image would also diminish.

This pattern was a bit like whenever you mention the name of an Ancient Overlord and related information, they would come through the internet to hit you, but because they’ve been disconnected due to the seal of some great beings, everyone could curse at them at will.

Regardless, Lu Ban felt this was a good sign.

Imagine, if everyone in this world could face the Ancient Overlords without any trouble, wouldn’t they be used to other forms of Pollution when they come, treating them as nothing?

Therefore, he edited part of the sealed Ancient Overlords’ image into the footage.

Of course, for the vast majority of common people, this thing was still quite intense.

When Stephen saw that chunk of flesh, he felt as if something had grabbed his throat, his head forcibly pressed underwater, unable to breathe.

He felt as if his brain had suddenly gained some knowledge, which quickly vanished, disappearing from his head in an instant.

It was like a rope passed through his left ear, drilled out from his brain, and was then pulled out from his right ear.

His brain trembled.

Meanwhile, one of the foreigners began Melting into a puddle of cooked mincemeat, while the other fell into madness, blood seeping from his eyes and something wriggling under his skin, as if it could burst out at any moment.

The scene was cruel, eerie, and at the same time, exuded a despairing beauty.

If destruction had a representative image, Stephen believed, this would definitely be one of them.

Then, the camera shifted, the earthquake intensified, the city was in ruins, and Lu Ban arrived at the Taoist Temple, where he met the Inheritors of the Ninth River who were fighting the monsters, and revealed the truth about the Mysterious Monarch to them.

And then, Lu Ban decided to go to the Seal himself, to suppress it all.

“Finally going to burn Lu Ban, huh?”

Stephen instantly revived from that decadent state, as if life had grievously taken its toll on him, leaping up in anticipation of the unfolding story.

Lu Ban quickly followed the path and found the cave excavated by the foreigners, lay in the coffin, and arrived at the Temple.

In an instant, Lu Ban too, melted.

Melting, boiling, scorching.

The power of the Ancient Overlord was laid bare.

Upon Jiangcheng Mountain, the earth trembled fiercely.

The Inheritors of the Ninth River also encountered the problem of being unable to descend the mountain.

After some hesitation, they ultimately chose to return to the mountain, to aid Lu Ban.

Seeing this, Professor Hu finally understood what his father regretted.

It was because only his father did not follow them up the mountain but sought another route down.

Professor Hu knew clearly, his father did so for him and his mother, and he himself might have chosen to flee in such a situation.

Saving the world was never an obligation.

But it was precisely because of this, his father lived with lifelong regret.

For he had betrayed the mission and heritage he had carried for so many years.

The inheritors of the Ninth River had made different choices during their long legacy.

Some, like Dai Yuanyang, sought power, betraying everything for their own sake.

Some, like Seventh Master, lived righteously without betraying or passing on the legacy.

And there were those, like these believers in hope forging towards the caves of the Mysterious Monarch who chose to believe in hope.

Even if what lay ahead was an abyss, even if it was a land of knives and fires, as long as there was hope, one could not say there was no possibility of breaking free from fetters.

Human beings are insignificant, yet also magnificent.

At this point, Professor Hu’s eyes brimmed with tears.

Cao Manwen, seeing the elderly man beside him moved, was also touched.

Staring at the words inside the cave, he too fell into contemplation.

[To the deceased, a tribute to the dying]

Would he, given a day when he stood in such a place, forsake everything and die courageously like these people?

Cao Manwen did not know.

Perhaps in such a moment, a mysterious force would help him make the decision.

This force stemmed from the education he received from childhood, the knowledge he acquired, what he saw and heard, and from the deepest part of his bloodline.

That alone, he could believe in.

Because in the long history of the past, it was thousands upon thousands, countless people like them, that sustained this country and kept it moving forward through tough times.

The Ninth River was merely a microcosm.

They represented the struggles of an entire era.

When faced with the dark Corruption against which they were powerless to resist, there were always some willing to sacrifice their own futures, just to bring dawn back to this land.

Thus, when he saw countless predecessors standing together, placing their hands on their shoulders, Cao Manwen’s vision blurred as well.

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