I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 827 - 827 826. Counter

Chapter 827: 826. Counter Chapter 827: 826. Counter The roaring sound was deep, like the mourning before a great earthquake, like the lament of the world, imparting a strong sense of melancholy.

If what Old Song said was true, that the deep well was a space extending infinitely, then the sounds escaping from it were definitely not just sounds.

The moment Lu Ban realized this, he felt something brewing within his body.

By the time he heard the roar, the pollution had already come into contact with him!

But Lu Ban only noticed some white hairs growing on the back of his hand, deeper signs of corrosion were nowhere to be seen.

With a light pat, the white hairs fell off, like the loose fur on a cat in spring.

This was somewhat illogical because the pollution that could escape from the deep well was certainly not of a low level, yet higher levels of pollution wouldn’t just result in Lu Ban growing a few white hairs and that was that.

He exchanged a glance with Shia, who seemed to be somewhat affected as well, but it was still within the realm of what was acceptable.

Presumably, it was due to this set of clothing.

Lu Ban eyed his yellow protective suit.

The suit’s ability to block pollution was stronger than he had imagined.

He watched as the ground changed with the vibration of the sound, the stones starting to split, white fuzz growing from the fracture that quivered and wriggled, quickly turning the stones into a sticky grey semi-solid state, like undried cement.

Lu Ban thought this stuff looked familiar, but before he could make any connection with these mutated stones, the ground beneath their feet turned to mud, and countless cement-like substances rose up the feet of the giants, seeking to engulf them.

Dada dada—

Lu Ban heard the equipment on the giants emit a series of crisp sounds, like the countdown of a bomb, sparking sudden tension.

The others tried to stabilize their bodies, while Old Song quietly pulled a short, thick stick from the backpack behind him.

The stick resembled a flashlight but lacked a bulb, with a smooth, dark surface.

Old Song drove the stick into the ground, as soft as a mouth, and the greedy muck immediately submerged it, devouring it like a child who hadn’t eaten for days, not caring to see what it was eating.

The next moment, the mud pit trembled violently; the surface of the thick grey mud rippled, and then, centering around Old Song, the mud retreated, forming a bizarre clearing.

The black stick lay on the ground, trembling slightly, as though it was emitting some sort of high-frequency signal that dispersed the mutated stones.

Old Song picked up the stick, and it was clear that as it moved, the mud followed, forming a circular domain.

“Let’s go.”

Old Song, holding the stick tightly, continued towards the direction of the deep well.

Da, da, da—

The interval between the equipment count sounds stretched again, denser than when they had first entered the forest, but still not as incessant as when they were enveloped in sludge.

While moving forward, Old Song took a real flashlight from the containment equipment box.

The flashlight appeared quite ordinary, resembling tools that Lu Ban was familiar with.

But since it was a Splendid Realm flashlight, it must be different in some way.

“What is this thing?”

Lu Ban asked Old Song, pointing to the flashlight in his hand.

“This is a flashlight.”

Old Song answered simply.

“The light can illuminate a certain range of space. In the deep well, most areas are quite dark, and we need to use flashlights to find the way forward.”

“…What I mean is, doesn’t it have any function to combat pollution?”

Lu Ban pressed.

“Being able to bring us light, isn’t that enough already?”

Old Song countered.

“That’s a very good point!”

Lu Ban nodded in agreement.

Shia looked at Lu Ban with a strange look in her eyes.

“Be careful, the deep well is not a good place for touring.”

Old Song reminded.

By now, they had already arrived at the edge of the deep well.

The boundary line of the world.

When Lu Ban saw this expanse of pitch darkness before him, such a thought occurred in his mind.

This deep well had no clear boundaries; ahead lay shrouded in a layer of thin fog, ambiguous and chaotic, as if it were capable of swallowing everything.

It was extremely quiet up ahead, and Lu Ban entertained some imaginings that perhaps even if a stone were thrown in, it wouldn’t stir any ripples.

Yet, the deep well also harbored a surging power, the most obvious indication being the dark red, almost hidden within the twilight-like mist, these colors pierced through the boundary, casting a tricky impression on people.

The light shone on Lu Ban, and he found that some short, coarse, and hard black hairs had started to grow on his skin; he scratched through his clothes, but the hairs showed no sign of falling off, as if they had already adhered to his skin.

It seemed that the light intensified the pollution of the body even more.

However, he didn’t have much time to observe closely because the giants had already arrived at the edge of the dark mist. They left two people outside to watch the equipment, and the rest took a flashlight and a walking stick, then they stepped into the mist.

At first, Lu Ban thought, based on Old Song’s description, that the deep well should be similar to a black hole, possessing a strong gravitational force that might distort someone when approached.

But from his perspective, nothing of the sort happened.

They walked into the deep well as if on a stroll.

Lu Ban saw the world suddenly become grim, enveloped in darkness; this darkness was not the black of night, but a pure blackness, one that could even make one doubt their own existence.

Lu Ban could no longer even feel the presence of the giant holding him up.

There was a theory that discussed the influence of vision on bodily sensation; the experiment was simple, involving covering one of a subject’s arms while placing a fake hand next to his real one, then stimulating the fake hand repeatedly for the subject to observe. Eventually, the subject’s arm would respond to the stimulation as if the fake hand were real.

So when humans are plunged into such absolute darkness, correspondingly, other senses are also affected.

And this was not merely simple darkness, but space that extended endlessly.

The pollution contained within was enough to torture one’s sanity, causing all sorts of illusions, and even leading to doubts about one’s very existence. In such a contaminated environment, the loss of sanity could lead to even more terrifying conditions.

Until a light suddenly appeared.

This light came from the flashlight in Old Song’s hand.

Artificial light had never felt as warm as it did at this moment; several beams illuminated the place, allowing Lu Ban to see the environment clearly.