I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 659 - 659 658. Exploration Degree _1

Chapter 659: 658. Exploration Degree: ???_1 Chapter 659: 658. Exploration Degree: ???_1 [Congratulations, you have completed the task.]

[Settlement beginning now.]

[Task Exploration Level: ???]

[Task Completion Status: ???]

[You did not witness the fantastical spectacle of The Conjuring Night, but you encountered an even stranger situation. Who is dead, and who is alive? The ultimate outcome of all your scheming still could not overcome the arrangement of fate. He has not returned, yet He has returned, the soul gestating within, whose is it?]

[You have earned 500,000 Silence Points.]

[You have received an occupation reward: Item: The Conjuring Night.]

[Settlement completed.]

[Breaking the constraints of genre, fully immersive experiences alone can truly bring about revolutionary cognition. Let them listen, let them feel, let them think, blur the line between reality and illusion, create reality, weave fantasies, and present another world in its entirety.]

[Choose to complete an occupational development task.]

[Welcome back to the Silent Lands.]

Amidst bizarre colors, Lu Ban once again felt the softness of a bed.

He moved from one bed to another, and in the process, traversed two Foreign Domains, an experience that felt quite marvelous.

Lu Ban first checked on his physical condition.

Very healthy.

All his organs were functioning normally, with no pain or discomfort; he tried to recall what he had seen and heard in the Splendid Realm.

A wave of dizziness struck him but did not cause further harm.

The sights and sounds of the Splendid Realm made Lu Ban even more aware of the dangers of these Foreign Domains.

It was apparent that most of the Foreign Domains they could currently explore were actually colonies or experimental grounds of the Splendid Realm.

For example, this world, sealed with several Ancient Overlords, Lu Ban suspected that observers from the Splendid Realm had once been here, faithfully recording every action of every person and every thing, until one day in the future, when the Ancient Overlords revived and humanity’s resistance failed, this place would become a record, collected in the grand library of the Splendid Realm.

If even the Splendid Realm has failed and been destroyed, then what could Lu Ban possibly do to save this piece of the Foreign Domain?

At this thought, Lu Ban suddenly felt nauseous.

He was in good physical shape, seldom sick, and if he felt uncomfortable somewhere, he would just reconstruct that part of his body and be done with it; thus, experiencing this condition was quite rare.

Arriving at the restroom, Lu Ban in the mirror seemed somewhat surprised.

Lu Ban coughed a few times, feeling as if there was something in his stomach.

“Could it be… that night…?”

Remembering the playful nature of Charlotte, Lu Ban began to suspect that he might have been violated in his sleep by her, possibly carrying the progeny of an Evil God.

But soon, through the movement in his stomach, a hard, stick-like object was vomited out from his throat.

It wasn’t some strange offspring of an Evil God.

Just a finger.

Lu Ban was relieved.

He picked up the finger and examined it closely. The finger was a bit rough, stiff, pale, resembling something that had been left to dry out and coat over time.

At the same time, the System’s cold, indifferent text appeared on the mirror as if written in fresh blood, causing Lu Ban in the mirror to hastily dodge.

[Pale Knuckles of the Crane Cry Hermit]

[The discarded remnants left after Taoist Crane Cry’s ascension possess immense power.]

[It is said that consuming soup made with these remnants as ingredients can grant eternal youth and immortality.]

[And the most spiritual of them all is the pale knuckle.]

Upon seeing these words, Lu Ban scrutinized the finger once more.

It seemed there might indeed be something to it.

He couldn’t tell when exactly this finger had been stuffed into his stomach.

But considering Taoist Crane Cry’s ultimate fate, Lu Ban suspected that Charlotte must have slipped it in when he wasn’t paying attention.

Perhaps the fine meal he had enjoyed was actually spiced up with these ingredients.

Thinking that it did not taste too bad, Lu Ban decided not to press the matter any further.

In any case, Lu Ban had now gathered all the Essence Extraction ingredients, so he could attempt a further Essence Extraction of his “Testament.”

At the same time, he verified the rewards of his task.

[???] level of completion and evaluation, Lu Ban guessed that the interferance by the incarnation of the Ancient Overlord in the tasks caused the Silent Lands to be unable to evaluate.

Fortunately, the rewards were still properly given.

Lu Ban opened the interface of the Silent Lands and simultaneously placed three items on the coffee table in the living room.

First was a beating heart the size of a fist, covered in a shiny chitinous shell, not unlike that of an insect.

Then there was a piece of emerald jade with cracks spreading across its surface, causing refracted halos within to shatter into dizzying colors.

Last, Lu Ban placed the pale and withered knuckle on the coffee table.

Twisted Heart of the Swarm, Life-pattern Jade, and Pale Knuckles of the Crane Cry Hermit, three items, along with the fresh half a million Silence Points that had just arrived, Lu Ban did not hesitate to click the Essence Extraction button.

The three items swiftly transformed into flowing light, the glorious colors, as if non-existent in this world, tangled, intersected, and entwined, turning into a cluster of brilliant starlight.

The splendid hues flowed into Lu Ban’s body, and in the palm of his hand, a massive silver revolver morphed and restructured into an ancient-looking steel pen.

The otherworldly, vibrant colors poured into the pen, and Lu Ban saw the tip of the pen become sharp like a keen scalpel. At the same time, a flood of knowledge poured into his brain, giving him a throbbing headache, blood rushing to his eyes, turning them crimson, with the blood in the whites looking as if ready to burst forth, almost black.

The reflection of Lu Ban in the living room mirror was startling, and he retreated to a corner in fright.

There was a sound from the wardrobe in Lu Ban’s room, as if something inside wanted to burst out.

A cup on the coffee table was slowly nudged, as if by an invisible cat at play.

Laika rushed over, circling around Lu Ban’s legs with a wagging tail, her tongue hanging out.

Lu Ban’s home seemed to quake like during an earthquake.

But the next moment, the deep red in Lu Ban’s eyes faded, returning to a normal deep black.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled it out.

Looking at the steel pen in front of him, now even sharper in form, he quickly comprehended the abilities of the enhanced “Testament.”

Lu Ban thought for a moment and placed his hand on the coffee table in front of him.

In an instant, countless words shot out above the coffee table like a barrage of text.

[Baked glass, quite sturdy, but not bulletproof.]

[Stainless steel table legs, hollow, good for the price.]

[Screws, ordinary components, don’t get your hopes up.]

[Simple coffee table, can be used for twenty years.]

[Cup, just a glass, can be used for drinking water.]

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There’s too much going on, the second update will be late; the updates for the next while will be delayed, let’s post them every day at six in the evening instead.