I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 879 - 879 878.Torrential Rain Is Coming

Chapter 879: 878.Torrential Rain Is Coming Chapter 879: 878.Torrential Rain Is Coming While the Quicksand Council was engaged in doing good deeds,

the Academy received a message.

As is well known, in the Wasteland, the transmission of information is an extremely difficult task. Not only is there no modern electronic communication, but even the classic ancient homing pigeon system has disappeared in this desert. Thus, most of the information received by city-states about the outside world is tremendously delayed.

For instance, news of the Promised Land reached Utopia first with the return of Shuangxin’s exploration team, then spread from Utopia. By the time other city-states learned of it, in most cases, a month had already passed.

There are some exceptionally special Transcendents who can listen to sounds from hundreds of miles away, or communicate telepathically with their twin siblings, and some Saints come with certain extraordinary abilities, allowing them to peek into specific places. These are the Wasteland’s equivalent of having eyes and ears everywhere.

But the Academy relies on insects.

They breed insects, selecting special individuals from among them to disperse hundreds of miles around the city-states.

These insects lie dormant underground, emerging only when stimulated by special frequency vibrations.

The sound of their wings flapping would then be heard by a larger insect that preys specifically on these types. Thus, the insects constitute a radar-like system, detecting anyone approaching Utopia on insect mounts.

Utopia received such a message.

“Is there a sizable troop advancing towards Utopia?”

Lu Ban pondered Du Danping’s words for a moment.

“Not only that, the humidity in the air is rising, and a torrential rain is about to come.”

Du Danping gazed out the library window, where a swathe of blackness had taken the place that should have been bathed in the rosy glow of sunset; there, where people of the Wasteland may not have seen clouds for hundreds of years, they were now gathering.

However, unlike the comfortable blue skies and white clouds described in novels of the old times moving at five meters per second, these dark clouds churned with green lightning, instilling a sense of unease as if some judgement from Doomsday was imminent.

The ordinary people in the city soon noticed this change.

At first, their moods were excited and sprightly.

Many of them, for their entire lives, had never seen clouds or rain, let alone storms and downpours. People gathered at the edge of the city, staring at the end where heaven and earth met.

Some even began to worship in that direction, longing for the gaze of the Divine Beings, bringing a sliver of redemption to this barren land.

Tales of a savior began to circulate within the city, with legends saying the savior would arrive on a six-legged steed to bring the Wasteland its first breath of spring. From then on, the Wasteland would thrive once more, turning lush and verdant again.

Of course, to Lu Ban, these tales were complete nonsense.

He didn’t know if they were spread by spies from other city-states or just delusions of those who had lost their minds.

Lu Ban scoffed at this.

But the approaching storm also meant that Lu Ban’s mission had entered its second phase.

Currently, the Academy still lacked sufficient support, while the Yellow Sand Brotherhood held the highest support rate.

And the Quicksand Council, addicted to doing good deeds, still had little competitive power. Of course, even if they wished for any, this group of troublemakers who had pledged allegiance to the Evil God would be collectively attacked by the other three factions.

As for the Wild Wolf Guard, it was still planning something, trying to overturn the advantage of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood at the last minute.

According to the schedule, in three days, the Senate would elect the next Saint to succeed Plato.

Lu Ban was more worried about the impending storm than the election.

He and Feng Yu rode their insect mounts to the outskirts of the city.

Although these insects had wings, they were unable to fly; instead, they relied on flapping their wings to move quickly across the desert. They were fast over short distances, but lacked endurance, so they were used only for patrolling around the city.

Travel merchants outside the city were in their tents, some hesitating about whether to pack up and seek shelter from the rain within the city walls, while others gazed into the tempest-laden sky with anticipation.

Lu Ban and Feng Yu approached the storm, and the moist air grew increasingly heavy, giving Lu Ban the impression that something was amiss.

“It seems there’s something unpleasant contained within this moisture.”

He felt a burning sensation in his lungs similar to the severely polluted air he had breathed on He Dao.

“It’s disease.”

Feng Yu slowed down her insect mount, and a hundred miles ahead was the storm. By now, most of the sky within their view was occupied by dark clouds, atop which deep green lightning snaked.

The gale wind lifted sand and gravel, mixing it into the wind and making it difficult to breathe.

She lifted her hand, and at her fingertips, where they touched the moist air, a mutation began to spread.

The skin on Feng Yu’s fingers began to wither, subsequently sprouting mold-like colonies of fungus, which continued spreading, attempting to reach other parts of her body. However, as her two fingers pressed together, the nascent pollution was snuffed out.

“The rain carries diseases of a polluted level; this is an ominous rain,” she said, looking at Lu Ban.

Lu Ban mimicked Feng Yu, examining the green mold that had grown on his fingertips.

He observed carefully, then licked his finger.

“Not very tasty.”

Spitting out the mold from his mouth, Lu Ban commented.

“…”

Feng Yu’s mouth twitched slightly before she spoke.

“This rain is not a natural force, but rather the result of interference by Chosen by Gods. We need to find the source of the pollution.”

“The taste is somewhat familiar.”

Lu Ban continued to ponder the taste of the mold.

He thought of the [Heavenly Father] he had seen in the basement of the Quicksand Council.

If the [Heavenly Father] wasn’t a true Divine Being, but rather a facade created by the Chosen by Gods exploiting the connection between two Divine Idols, similar to what happened on He Dao, then the rain could also be explained.

“This rain must not reach Utopia. If common people come into contact with this rain, they will inevitably suffer severe pollution, mutating directly into monsters,” Feng Yu said.

Even though Baobao’s clone was present, she had little interest in Utopia; it was hard to say whether she would bother to protect the people in the city.

As for Du Dan Ping, as a Chosen by Gods, he might be able to protect this place for a while, but he couldn’t do so forever; he would eventually have to return to reality to face his fate.

If they did not stop the plague hidden within the storm, the entire Wasteland would gradually succumb to Corrosion.

Perhaps Lu Ban was sent to this time’s Utopia precisely to stop this Torrential Rain.

He looked up at the patch of sky not yet covered by clouds.

In the blue expanse above, there appeared to be gazes from distant stars, transcending time and space, cast upon this place.

They watched every move here, as if observing a grand drama.

The Torrential Rain was near.

Lu Ban spurred his insect mount, racing towards the heart of the storm.