I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 647 - 647 646. Woman Covering Face_1

Chapter 647: 646. Woman Covering Face_1 Chapter 647: 646. Woman Covering Face_1 At the doorway, a woman stood.

She was dressed in a cheongsam, the silk satin hugging her figure, supple and colorful.

Straight and fair legs, arms slender as lotus roots, her enchanting figure led up to a fan trimmed with animal fur that covered the lower half of her face, but even just from the brows and eyes visible above, one could tell she was a woman of utmost beauty.

Seductive, innocent, naive, dazzling—these contradictory traits blended within her without a hint of discord.

Her black hair fell softly, and her eyes shone like jewels, sparkling brilliantly. Just one glance would be a lifelong unforgettable pleasure for most people.

The sound of her high heels clicking crisply on the ground hammered against everyone’s soul; with each step, there came a tremor in their hearts.

In the moment he saw this woman, Lu Ban froze.

He was very aware that the first time he came to the Abandoned Capital, in that shadowy alley, he had seen this woman.

That was more than a decade ago in the Abandoned Capital, yet this woman hadn’t changed at all, an evident anomaly.

Stone’s expression turned rigid; being a native of the Abandoned Capital, he naturally knew the urban legend.

In the dead of night on the streets of the Abandoned Capital, one might encounter a woman with her face concealed, and to see her true face meant a tragic death.

And Shia, she instinctively sensed a strange and dangerous aura emanating from this woman, surpassing Taoist Crane Cry in rank, more terrifying and indescribable.

The woman’s gaze swept over the room. She paid no attention to Stone; her eyes lingered on Shia for half a second and finally settled on Lu Ban.

Looking at Lu Ban with a playful gaze, the woman continued forward.

The three of them watched helplessly as she approached Byron’s statue.

Stone felt his attention fully captured by this woman; from the moment she appeared, he couldn’t think of anything else. His gaze was ensnared, as if his heart had been taken by her, never to feel joy or sorrow again.

It was like looking up at the sky at high noon under the blazing sun, unable to see the stars scattered across the heavens, with only the eternal sun occupying your entire field of vision.

Shia fared slightly better than Stone; at least her thoughts were still slowly flowing.

“Is this some kind of bewitchment? A manipulation of consciousness?”

“To this degree, could she be the Ancient Overlord of the Abandoned Capital?”

“No, if we were to face the Ancient Overlord directly, it’s impossible we’d still be in human form…”

She tried to move, but even the tips of her fingers were immovable; she could only stand there dumbly, following the woman’s silhouette as she stepped toward Byron’s statue.

Lightly and effortlessly, the woman first picked up the bizarre polyhedron stone wrapped in cloth from the tabletop.

She held it in her palm, playing with it for a moment.

“This is the end for those who try to steal my power,” the woman said.

Her voice was light and melodious, like a nightingale’s song, flowing and touching the heartstrings.

Her hands came together and then opened again—the polyhedron stone had vanished.

Afterward, the woman moved to stand before Byron’s statue.

“Fool.”

The woman raised her free hand and lightly flicked Byron’s statue on the forehead.

Crash—

The statue crumbled swiftly, shattering into pieces, reducing to dust, and scattering with the wind.

The legendary figure who had endured untold hardships and resorted to any means in an attempt to ascend to the status of an Ancient Overlord was resolved so simply, just like that.

Stone’s mind still hadn’t caught up with the fact; he was too lost in the woman’s charm to pull himself away, his body rigid, unmoving.

In Shia’s mind, thoughts slowly returned. She didn’t know what the woman intended to do. If it was just to take care of Taoist Crane Cry, that would be one thing, but if she had other schemes…

The woman seemed quite interested in Shia. She turned swiftly, her hand that wasn’t holding the fan reaching out towards Shia.

“What does she want to do?”

“Why is she looking for me?”

“Who exactly is she?”

Innumerable thoughts crawled through Shia’s mind. She found that just by looking into the woman’s eyes, her will was collapsing, unable to harbor any thoughts of resistance, only wanting to please the other party, to embrace that sweet death.

Just as the woman’s hand was about to touch Shia’s head, another hand suddenly reached out, unexpectedly grabbing the woman’s wrist.

Shia was surprised.

She was surprised because this unexpected move had somewhat restored her consciousness. Now, at least, Shia could attempt to use a spell to counterattack, but she didn’t act immediately, waiting for the right moment instead.

The woman’s actions also slightly paused; it appeared she had not anticipated that anyone could act under these circumstances, let alone oppose her will.

The woman’s gaze shifted from Shia to the owner of the hand.

“You…”

Lu Ban’s hand grasped the woman’s delicate wrist while his other hand tried to move aside the fan covering her face.

The next moment, Lu Ban’s skin exploded.

Blood splattered everywhere; from within Lu Ban, large and slippery worms burst forth, twisted like darkness from the deepest abyss, loathsome to behold. Even Shia, who was seasoned in the bizarre, felt her brain tremble and boil at the sight, her sanity tormented, steadily diminishing.

Lu Ban’s bones, flesh, skin, organs, everything turned into insects, scattering towards the ground.

However, as soon as those insects touched the ground, they melted rapidly like ice cream falling on a tar road in the height of summer, pooling into a large mess on the ground, even soiling the woman’s high heels.

The woman frowned in displeasure, and then, those melted worms reconstituted into human form.

Lu Ban appeared behind the woman, his hand materializing the silver revolver “Testament.” He set the Speech Bullet to the murmurs of a Great Being, firing at the woman without reservation.

The bullet silently entered the woman’s back; however, the usual madness and frenzy did not ensue. The woman merely tilted her head slightly as if she had heard the flap of a mosquito’s wings before turning around.

In an instant, the fan was closed.

Lu Ban got a clear look at the woman’s face.

It was an exquisitely beautiful face, unmatched even by the most beautiful on Earth, as if the notion of “beauty” itself had taken physical form in the world. Even Lu Ban’s heart was captivated by that visage.

With fan in hand, the woman reached out towards Lu Ban, and this time, there was no resistance.

Lu Ban’s shoulder was seized; then, the woman took a step forward, the space in front of her twisting.

Along with Lu Ban, both vanished from the spirit hall.

Only then could Shia and Stone move.

All they could do was stare blankly at where Lu Ban and the woman had disappeared, with the cold, indifferent text from the Silent Lands floating over the black and white portrait of Byron.

[Mission completed]

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