I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 611 - 611 610. No one understands it better than him_1

Chapter 611: 610. No one understands it better than him_1 Chapter 611: 610. No one understands it better than him_1 Lu Ban had only met that lady once, and they couldn’t even be considered companions.

From the veil, it could be inferred that Zi Tang had gone through some tasks after that encounter, enhancing her strength, but during a certain mission, she failed, suffered inhuman torture, and was contaminated heavily, eventually turning into this appearance.

“So, the grades of these items, could they represent the degree of contamination these items or creatures have been subjected to?”

Lu Ban was gradually grasping the ranking system of the Silent Lands.

For instance, the [Common] and [Fine] grade items he saw before were just slightly tainted by pollution, possessing extraordinary powers due to their presence in the Foreign Domain.

Techniques like the Dimensional Stealth Technique may seem mystical to Lu Ban’s world but are basic operations in the Night Country.

Different worlds bear different levels of contamination and have varying thresholds for it.

Only the Chosen by Gods who have gone through numerous tasks probably reach the [Metamorphosis] level and manage to persist.

Lu Ban even had some more outrageous guesses, such as many items in the Silent Department Store being the remains of Chosen by Gods at different stages.

If he were to die, he wondered what he would become.

Lu Ban was somewhat curious.

He pocketed the veil and focused on the clock before him.

Pointing to the clock representing the Abandoned Capital, tick-tock, tick-tock, Lu Ban lifted his hand and set the hands to midnight.

Click—

The clock suddenly froze, and the other two clocks gradually faded and disappeared.

The next moment, the chime of the clock rang out.

Lu Ban heard that deep sound explode by his ear, reverberating inside his skull, with a buzzing that spread between his temples, grand and indifferent.

Each toll of the bell twisted and changed all the surroundings, one sound after another, the world collapsing.

Lu Ban saw, amidst those warped scenes, the cold, indifferent text of the System emerge.

[Night of Summoning Spirits]

[Some people have died, but he is still alive]

[Following the customs of the Abandoned Capital, nine days after death one must perform The Conjuring, usually carried out by a master from the Crane Cry Sect, through a ritual. If successful, the deceased’s soul can return to their reconstructed body, to once again join their family for happy times]

[As for the consequence of failure, it remains unknown]

[You arrive at an ancient estate; the master has just passed away, and the Soul Summoning Night is upon you. You aim to uncover secrets, only to find yourself already in danger]

[Task Difficulty: Sublimation]

[Task Objective: Survive until the end of the Soul Summoning Night]

[Cooperative Task]

[Send an invitation to a Chosen by Gods you know, or accept an invitation from a Chosen by Gods, and when the number of Chosen by Gods who become companions exceeds one, the task begins]

[If no one accepts the invitation, a companion will be randomly matched]

[Number of Companions: 0/1]

[“He’s back, he’s back, everything is back!”]

“Indeed, it’s a cooperative task,” Lu Ban thought, having a feeling that it was as expected.

He immediately sent out the task invitation and then began to prepare for entering the Foreign Domain.

At least now, Lu Ban didn’t need to carry much food, for as long as he had sunlight, water, air, and soil, he could endure a long period of time with ease.

His main concern was to make arrangements for his affairs.

He sent a message to Feng Yu who did not respond, probably on some investigation in a different domain.

His phone vibrated, and Lu Ban saw it was a notification from the ‘Got the Idea’ website, a discussion about “Nine Streams.”

Out of curiosity, he clicked in to take a look.

Unexpectedly, the discussions here were not about the content of the film, or rather, they were discussing the Nine Streams of the real world.

The highly upvoted answerer cited various sources, argued with reason and logic, and believed that this world once had a period when extraordinary powers were manifested. However, for various reasons, these extraordinary powers eventually faded, hidden from the public eye.

And the Nine Streams was among them.

The answer was so well-reasoned, with plenty of historical research unearthed, that Lu Ban was almost convinced.

Truth be told, his understanding of the Nine Streams was limited only to what he had encountered during his missions. It would be quite difficult to explain how the Nine Streams evolved from the Mysterious Monarch to its present form.

The person who wrote the answer had done extensive research and could be said to understand the Nine Streams better than anyone else.

Lu Ban doubted even the descendants of the Nine Streams understood it as well as he did.

This was the power of imagination.

It was only then that Lu Ban realized the impact of cognitive change.

If previously, many seasoned viewers influenced by Lu Ban’s films might stay calm if they encountered pollution one day and managed to escape from the monsters in an orderly manner, now some viewers with abundant martial integrity might even think of ways to fire on those monsters.

In the long run, such actions could pull the pollution level in the Foreign Domain to a very deep extent without destructively changing the entire Foreign Domain.

Three days later, Lu Ban saw the notice for fellow Walkers.

This time there were two fellow Walkers.

“Looks like Old Cui has finally come online,” he said.

Lu Ban felt much reassured immediately.

He made his preparations and even bought an ordinary crowbar. Returning to the living room, he saw that the clock was still at midnight, unmoving.

[Enter the Silent Lands?]

[Yes/No]

The System’s cold and indifferent text appeared, and without hesitation, Lu Ban clicked on [Yes].

In an instant, countless sparks lit up from Lu Ban’s fingertips, and suddenly, he was enveloped in a dazzling flash of light.

Click—

The clock moved one notch, and Lu Ban watched as the scenery around him twisted, as if being sucked in by the dial toward a single point, feeling time slow down, everything appearing in slow motion.

[Time flow in the Foreign Domain is inconsistent with the main world.]

[Current time ratio: 2:1]

[Heading to Abandoned Capital]

The world was shrouded in shadow, and eventually, all Lu Ban could see were hazy silhouettes, which took on various forms. Some looked like struggling people, some like ferocious monsters, and others were like mists, indistinct in shape.

All the shadows tried to break through the barriers, coming towards Lu Ban, in pain, twisted, struggling desperately.

However, the next moment, accompanied by a heavy, grand, indifferent ringing of a bell, all these shadows were imprisoned back to their places.

Lu Ban saw a rust-red giant planet hanging high in the sky, but before he could get a clear view of the planet, he found himself falling endlessly downward.

Thump—

With a crisp impact sound, Lu Ban landed on a chair.

As his vision gradually cleared, he found himself in an old hall.

The hall looked somewhat aged, with thick cobwebs in the corners. The wood, after being moist and moldy or scorched by the fierce sun, had become loose and fragile. Even the chair he sat on felt greasy with age—a feeling he remembered from the worn-out rooms of his old family home, similar to the handle of a hoe he had found there.

The surface of the table was soft as if it had just been soaked in water for a long while before being fished out and dried by the wind, not yet exposed to the sun.

Despite it being daytime, it still felt gloomy and cold.

“You’re here,”

a familiar voice sounded beside him.