I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 823 - 823 822. Miniature Experiment

Chapter 823: 822. Miniature Experiment Chapter 823: 822. Miniature Experiment Though Lu Ban and Shia had been here for over half a day, from the perspective of external time, they might not have experienced even a second.

Within this time anchorage, seven thousand years were but an instant to the outside world.

Fortunately, the Pollution seemed to have temporarily stabilized; the trembling of the earth had subsided considerably, and the ominous red glow at the center of the Island had dimmed somewhat.

“These pollutants can spread through the air. You can feel a grittiness in the wind here; that’s because the microorganisms in the air have mutated under the influence of the Pollution’s radiation,”

Old Song said, reaching into the void with his hand, but there was nothing in his palm.

He thought for a moment, then took an transparent cover from the storage box of his equipment and placed it over Lu Ban and Shia.

“This will keep you from being contaminated.”

He smiled naively.

“Have you succeeded?”

Shia felt the scratchy sensation in her throat disappear with the air under the glass cover; it seemed to truly insulate against the Pollution. She touched it; it was cool to the touch and different from actual glass.

“Not yet, the situation here is quite complicated. Normally, we would use the ‘Cradle Song’ to put those about to awaken back to sleep, but the Pollution has already started to leak out, which is troublesome. For now, we have only stabilized the leaking Pollution, the real problem is still to come,”

Old Song replied.

“Seven thousand years… and you’ve only managed to contain the leaking Pollution?”

Shia felt a sense of suffocation. In the face of Pollution from the Outer Gods, even these giants with their supreme powers needed seven thousand years to fight it. As for other civilizations in Foreign Domains that had yet to master such powers, they would probably struggle in the torrent of Pollution, eventually drowning.

“Time is indeed the least of our concerns, because with the Taviel Time Anchor, we practically have infinite time.”

Old Song waved his hand dismissively, suggesting Shia not to make a fuss.

“You mentioned experiments and Yang earlier, what kind of experiments are these?”

Lu Ban hurriedly asked while Old Song seemed willing to talk.

“You come from the future and yet you don’t know about Yang’s experiments?”

Old Song appeared puzzled but didn’t dwell on it.

“That’s normal, Yang has always been imaginative; who knows what he might have come up with later. Even if it wasn’t him, someone else probably would have done similar things. That’s the inevitability of history.”

Old Song moved his neck and continued to speak.

“Yang’s experiment is simple; it’s about reducing our size to become little people like yourselves. On one hand, this size reduces the demand for external energy and resources. On the other hand, in many of the Foreign Domains we’ve discovered, such a small stature is more effective in exploring those ruins.”

“That’s it?”

After hearing this, Shia felt the experiment was neither overly useful nor completely useless.

“That’s how we scholars are; we focus on our own research and sometimes don’t care whether it’s useful or not. Honestly, I don’t see the point of Yang’s experiment either, but it would be nice if we could shrink some creatures from Foreign Domains to bring back.”

Old Song explained.

The scholars of the Splendid Realm seemed to hold high status.

Not only were they central members of the legion and had access to various devices, but they were also free to conduct research and learn in the library.

Of course, with knowledge came Pollution, and with power, they paid the corresponding price.

No one had imagined that Yang’s research would later become the seed that sustained civilization.

In the era Old Song belonged to, the Splendid Realm was actively combating the Ancient Overlords in various Foreign Domains; they could never foresee their own end.

He soon returned to the ship to check the operation of the equipment, leaving Lu Ban and Shia behind.

“Are we going to be here for hundreds of years?”

Shia thought, considering the Splendid Realm’s scale, a few hundred years might really mean nothing. Here, just to clean up the leaking Pollution, it took seven thousand years; to completely seal the Outer Gods, it might take the same or even longer.

Lu Ban and Shia didn’t know whether their time flow inside this time anchor was normal. If they were frozen in time, good; if not, they might need to start looking for a graveyard to be buried together after a few decades.

“Let me see.”

Lu Ban reached out his hand, placing it on the “glass.”

Texts abound surfaced.

[“Material that goes beyond imagination, able to isolate from Pollution to some extent without causing breathing difficulties, perfectly flawless, impregnable; you have no idea how it was made.”]

[“This material can withstand the impact of a missile, sturdy and durable, unchanged for fifty years!”]

[“Note: Do not place in severely contaminated areas, as it may cause Mutation.”]

Information about this “glass” materialized before Lu Ban’s eyes.

“Indeed, it’s high-tech.”

Lu Ban carefully studied it; this kind of material was probably impossible to produce on Earth. Many of its elements couldn’t be found on Earth and its molecular structure didn’t follow the physical laws of Earth, it was thoroughly a product from another domain.

This “glass” itself was polluted, which accounted for its current state.

Lu Ban then placed his hands onto the metal beneath his feet.

[“Capable of storing most materials, very impressive!”]

[“Can shrink and store inorganic materials, you simply cannot fathom how it works.”]

[“Possesses perfect anti-theft technology, don’t even think about taking items that don’t belong to you.”]

It seemed this device was used for storing materials, likely the tools the giants used to combat the Pollution were taken from here.

Thinking this, Lu Ban glanced again at the giant silver spike towering above the ocean’s surface.

With the distance being too great, he couldn’t read the properties of the Taviel Time Anchor, so he decided to swim over for a closer look.

Besides, Old Song wasn’t around.

He gauged the distance, then clenched his hand into a fist, and with the gesture of throwing a grenade, thrust his hand forward with force.

Lu Ban’s fist quickly flew out, passing through the glass, over the beach, and plummeting into the water.

The fist swiftly morphed into a small octopus, which swam quickly, reaching the silver spike in the blink of an eye.

Only at this moment did Lu Ban comprehend the scale of the spike; it stood majestic among the waves like an ancient towering tree, unwaveringly suppressing this world.

One of the octopus’s tentacles gently touched the surface of what seemed to be a steel spike.

A wealth of text emerged.

But Lu Ban did not have time to read the writing clearly.

He only felt a frenzied, fragmented, indescribable murmur echoing in his ears.

The next instant, the octopus suddenly inflated.

Boom—

It burst open like a balloon.