I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 642 - 642 641. Resurrection_1

Chapter 642: 641. Resurrection_1 Chapter 642: 641. Resurrection_1 Before Stone, the expression on the face of that carefree swindler from the Jianghu gradually became serious, and his every move brought about a change in demeanor, making Stone feel as though he wasn’t standing before a down-and-out wanderer, but a scholar who had seen and heard much.

Even though he had made that strange and terrifying sound from his throat, Byron quickly closed his mouth.

He looked at Stone.

“Hello.”

The voice that emerged from Byron’s mouth was still in its original form, but his tone was now much more composed as if he would continue responding without changing his expression, even if held at gunpoint.

“You can call me, Taoist Crane Cry.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You are Taoist Crane Cry?”

Stone frowned slightly, pulled out his revolver, aimed at Byron, and didn’t believe his nonsense.

“Yes, I am Taoist Crane Cry, or rather, I once was Taoist Crane Cry.”

Byron placed both hands on the table, relaxed, as if facing not the barrel of Stone’s gun, but his own disciples seeking knowledge.

“I have experienced much in Abandoned Capital and ultimately discovered that as humans, our flesh can never resist Pollution, so I chose to abandon my body and merge with the Ancient Overlord’s Clan, a species you must be quite familiar with.”

“Are you Byron, Taoist Crane Cry, or a Sludge Monster?”

Stone knew that these Sludge Monsters usually mimicked the appearance and will of the creatures they devoured, and aside from very few instances, the wills of those consumed were usually erased, with only a few being able to control the Sludge Monsters in return.

Just like with Aio and Liz, Stone was well aware that her ability to retain a degree of consciousness was a miracle unlikely to be repeated.

“All these are me.”

Byron said with a laugh.

“I abandoned the body of Taoist Crane Cry, merged with the Ancient Overlord’s Clan, and then, I controlled this monster, transforming into a new existence. However, some beings did not want to witness all this.”

“Some beings?”

Stone didn’t lower his gun, still asking cautiously.

“The Ancient Overlord who walks the earth, the true master of Abandoned Capital, you might also have heard of Her, a lady who is anything but tender and kind. She caused me a bit of trouble on the day of my complete fusion.”

Byron said, spreading his hands as if he were helpless.

“A part of my consciousness was split, lingering in this Storm Villa. Although I later tried to use some rituals to achieve complete Sublimation and transformation, the fragmented soul could never integrate, and I would never be able to advance further.”

“Therefore, I can only continue to struggle for survival in this form. Fortunately, this body is strong enough, with a much longer lifespan than humans, and it can devour other humans to take on their appearance, blending into Abandoned Capital, avoiding the Lady’s probes.”

“Is this why you’ve come back here, wanting to hold the Soul Summoning Night?”

Stone asked with a grave tone.

According to Byron, he had indeed entered here long ago, and before that, Bronning had purchased many paintings from the Ancient Capital to suppress a certain being, which might have been an act of resistance influenced by the lingering will of Taoist Crane Cry in Storm Villa.

However, Bronning ultimately died, and Gaude, an incarnation of Taoist Crane Cry, was slaughtered by the will of Taoist Crane Cry in Storm Villa, and the last piece, the awakened Byron.

“It can control human will, create various illusions, and even control your body with subtle Pollution, you’ve experienced that feeling, haven’t you?”

Byron looked at Stone with a half-smile, seemingly fearless in the face of the dark muzzle of the gun.

“Now, that will may have already taken over someone’s body, looking for my whereabouts, hehe, it tries to replace me and become the true Taoist Crane Cry, yet it doesn’t know, all of this is the lady’s arrangement. If it gains the upper hand, you and your companions will die here on the Soul Summoning Night, even your souls will be sucked dry as nourishment.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

Stone understood that whether the person in front of him was the real Taoist Crane Cry or not, there must be a purpose behind his words.

Connecting to what he mentioned about his own soul’s imperfection preventing him from Sublimation, Byron’s motive was obviously for Stone and his companions to get rid of the will that had gone missing from him.

“It’s quite simple, you just need to move all those paintings, break the bonds that Bronning has placed here, and then that naive will will have nowhere to linger, my power will increase, and at that time, I won’t need your help to reabsorb it and embark on the true path of Sublimation.”

Byron spread his hands and said it as if it were a very simple matter, as easy as flipping one’s hand.

“And me becoming the Ancient Overlord is not necessarily a bad thing for you. You have helped me, and at the very least, I can reconstruct certain things you cherish.”

“…Are you saying…”

Stone quickly grasped Byron’s implication.

Given his current state, he naturally knew about Liz and Aio, and knew what the scent lingering on Stone represented.

“You know, within such creatures, the souls of all the deceased never fade away, they just merge into one, weaving through the eternal and Silent years.”

Byron said with a smile.

“In other words, if I find the remnants of that time, with just a little handling, they can stand before you intact, possessing memories and personalities you’re familiar with, and even their souls will be indistinguishable from the real ones.”

His voice hummed in Stone’s ear, like the whisper of a Devil tempting humans into fall.

“If you can help me achieve this, I can complete this transaction. Isn’t this what you’re hoping for?”

Stone fell silent.

He was contemplating two things.

The first was whether the person before him could be trusted. Of course, Stone found the Taoist Crane Cry to be a very dangerous character, but at the moment, at least Byron bore no malice towards him, and he indeed might have arrived here before Bronning, and the ghosts residing in Storm Villa truly posed a threat to the people living here.

The second was, could he really allow the departed to be resurrected?

For those souls that had already been at rest, was awakening them now an act of arrogance on Stone’s part?

He hesitated.

After a long while, he took a deep look at Byron and slowly, Stone put down the revolver.

“Tell me, what do I need to do to fulfill your request?”

Stone’s expression remained unchanged, still stern.

Outside the window, the Torrential Rain intensified, with the Gale Wind whistling through the windows, crying like a lament.

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