I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 854 - 854 853. The Name is Pollution

Chapter 854: 853. The Name is Pollution Chapter 854: 853. The Name is Pollution “Don’t worry, as long as I am still here, it means you’ll be safe.”

Feng Yu said this when she noticed Lu Ban lost in thought.

Lu Ban had heard such words before, and at the time, he didn’t know why, but now, it seemed perhaps Lu Ban’s future and Feng Yu’s past intersected in some way, so at least in Feng Yu’s mind, Lu Ban was safe for now.

“That’s good, when do we set off?”

Lu Ban asked.

“Anytime.”

Feng Yu responded.

Lu Ban didn’t make Feng Yu wait too long; he quickly packed up and then opened the panel to the Silent Lands.

[Would you like to enter the Silent Lands?]

[Yes/No]

After glancing at Feng Yu standing by his side, Lu Ban selected [Yes].

Suddenly, a Gale Wind arose in the room, sand whirling everywhere, obscuring visibility and blowing the house apart. Walls collapsed, and bricks spun in the tornado, an unprecedented fury that Lu Ban found somewhat extraordinary.

At that moment, a hand grabbed him.

Lu Ban looked beside him, where Feng Yu was holding his hand, carving out a slightly quieter path through the deep purple lightning of the tornado.

At the same time, the cold, indifferent words of the Silent Lands flashed before Lu Ban’s eyes.

[The flow of time in the Foreign Domain differs from the main world]

[This time’s ratio: 1:1]

[Heading to the Wilderness]

The storm quickly obscured his vision, but Feng Yu’s hand held him tightly. When he felt the storm subside and the surroundings quiet down, Lu Ban found himself standing in a sandy wasteland.

The sky was a clear blue, cloudless; ahead, under the sunlight, a majestic city rose up, shadowing the horizon.

Most of the city was made up of dark brick buildings, with no tall buildings except for a pyramid-like structure standing in the center.

Around the city, merchant convoys ridden by strange creatures passed continuously. The closer they got to the city, the more crowded it became. It seemed like the last spark of human civilization in the desert, shimmering in the scorching mirages.

However, compared to when they first arrived at the Wilderness, Lu Ban felt this world definitely seemed more prosperous.

“This is Utopia, the largest city-state in the Wilderness.”

Feng Yu pointed towards the city.

She had, unnoticed, changed into a desert-style dress and covered her hair with cloth.

Lu Ban, however, was still dressed in short sleeves.

The two moved towards the city, and Feng Yu began to explain as they walked.

“In the Wilderness, each city-state is a nation, each having its own Saint, or rather, the legacy of a Saint is fundamental to the establishment of a city-state.”

“What exactly is a Saint?”

Lu Ban asked, his footwear meant for city walking sinking into the soft, sandy ground.

“In this Foreign Domain, Saints are also called ‘the Named.’ Some say it’s because most people in the Wilderness are nameless, so being Named allows them to become Transcendent. But in fact, it’s the opposite; a Saint’s name is a power in itself.”

Feng Yu watched Lu Ban take off his shoes, pour a lot of sand out of them, and then put them back on before she continued speaking.

“Since Pollution is a form of knowledge, why can’t names become Pollution too?”

“Are you saying that these names themselves possess power? But they are just names from the myths and history of Earth, nothing special.”

Lu Ban tried thinking of the name Achilles inwardly, but nothing out of the ordinary happened.

If the name of an Ancient Overlord led to Pollution, Lu Ban would find it normal, but this was not the case now.

“In our mouths, some names are not taboo, are they?”

Feng Yu glanced at Lu Ban.

“You think these names are not Pollution because you have already adapted to them. However, for the Wasteland, these names and the meanings they represent are a considerable form of Pollution.”

At this point, Feng Yu stopped walking. Right now, they were on a sand dune, and beyond it lay a bustling desert market outside the oasis.

There were many more such oases scattered around the cities, and within the cities, there were small lakes and vast green fields.

“It’s like, do you think there were ever people with such names in this world?”

Feng Yu said.

Lu Ban was taken aback.

Indeed, he knew about Utopia and Achilles, considering them perfectly normal names, whose deeds were common knowledge.

But the Wasteland was a Foreign Domain.

In the history of the Wasteland, such saintly names might not even exist.

Thus, the origins of these names deserve scrutiny.

Perhaps they were knowledge spread by a Chosen by Gods when the Wasteland was just being rebuilt, or perhaps idle murmurs of some transcendent beings that inadvertently reached the people’s ears.

In any case, these names, not originating from the Wasteland, had acquired power here. Their legends formed the foundation for the saints and also became the cornerstone on which the city-states of the Wasteland were built.

All things considered, it was also a good thing.

Lu Ban struggled to say whether the Wasteland could have survived till now without the guidance of these saints and the establishment of these city-states. At least, in a world that had become apocalyptic, Extraordinary Powers were undeniably useful.

The two arrived at the city gates, where the guards didn’t conduct a very strict inspection. The city-states of the Wasteland were extremely far apart, and most of the people who managed to get here were traveling traders, traversing the sandswept Wasteland, exchanging specialties from different city-states and making a profit.

Entering the city and walking along its simple main street, Lu Ban saw low buildings and street vendors on either side.

The goods these vendors sold were pretty unusual, mostly canned goods, spoons, and other metal items, with occasional stone sculptures. As for food or clothes, they were almost nonexistent.

This made sense, as the Wasteland was fundamentally in the desert, where resources were scarce. Aside from the relics from the previous era that explorers found in ruins, other supplies were likely uniformly distributed and there was no surplus food for sale.

On the roadside, someone was eating something from a battered tin can filled with a brown paste-like semi-solid; he drank it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and looked quite satisfied.

Lu Ban remembered that one major food source in the Wasteland was insects, but now it seemed there might be other crops too.

“Please support our Yellow Sand Brotherhood; Lord Iron Snake will lead us to good days!”

Lu Ban heard the call from not far away, and many people were gathering there. He and Feng Yu exchanged glances and followed.

In the center of the crowd, they found a few young men and a large pot, which contained the brown paste cooking. They were shouting while also distributing food to others, which is why the area was packed.

Thinking this, Lu Ban somehow produced a bowl from nowhere and joined in.

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