I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

“But according to you, it is the responsibility of Xuanjun, the master of the Nine Streams, to suppress the monsters here. We cannot just run away like this.”

Du Ming said.

"It's alright. I am Xuanjun now, and I will take care of things here."

Lu Ban said.

The earthquake shook again, and the foreigners fled in panic, seemingly having lost their minds. They were trembling and unable to move.

Influenced by this scene, some people who practiced Jiuliu also had the idea of ​​giving up.

The matter of Jiangcheng Mountain is certainly not something that ordinary people like them can solve. As Lu Ban said, the position of Xuanjun belongs to him. He has mastered Xuanjun's secret techniques and should have a way to solve the problem.

When faced with situations they cannot overcome, people always yearn for heroes.

Heroes can solve all problems, and people will unconsciously rely on those outstanding heroes, place more expectations on them, and even complain about those heroes for not being perfect in some cases.

"You all need to leave quickly."

Lu Ban urged again.

The disciples of the nine streams then boarded the cars that the foreigners had parked there and headed down the road.

As for the remaining foreigners, Lu Ban did not show any kindness. If it weren't for these people, the situation here would probably not be like this. They can only say that they brought it on themselves.

Lu Ban followed the directions given by the foreigners up the mountain and soon saw some construction equipment. Some foreigners were lying on the ground, unconscious and muttering something.

He continued forward and saw a mark that had been blasted open.

"...If you don't court death, you won't die."

Lu Ban commented.

He arrived at the cave entrance and saw the traces of the worms that had crawled there. It seemed that if the worms in Fang Geng's kin's heads were left unattended and allowed to grow freely, they would probably end up looking like this size.

The guards at the cave entrance had been corrupted; their blood vessels bulged, it felt like worms were crawling inside them, their bodies constantly bulging and sinking, their eyes had turned bloodshot, they emitted mournful howls, and they collapsed to the ground, writhing and groaning, the sound of bones cracking audible.

The other person was luckier; he shot himself before he went mad. The bullet pierced his palate and exploded inside his head, leaving his face a bloody mess, but at least he still looked human.

As Lu Ban walked inside, he smelled a strong stench of blood.

The ground was sticky and gooey; I couldn't tell if it was blood or something else.

Lu Ban left a drop of himself at the cave entrance before venturing inside.

He saw several foreigners lying crookedly in the cave, with something seemingly crawling out of their abdomens. Lu Ban glanced at them and found that their spines and ribs were missing. He could roughly imagine what scenery he would see next.

As Lu Ban reached a corner filled with the smell of decay, he saw a gap ahead.

Meanwhile, at the gap, there were some wriggling monsters.

Unlike the slimy, disgusting worms outside, these monsters were made up of spines with remnants of human flesh and blood.

The ribs became the legs of those monsters, the remaining flesh still throbbed on the gray bones, nerves and internal organs drooped, dripping blood.

At the very top of the spine was a shattered skull and a mass of flesh, with the brain disintegrating into a mouthpart that wriggled like tentacles.

This is what humans become after being corrupted by Fang Geng.

Without hesitation, Lu Ban picked up the gun from the ground and wrote words on it with a silver pen.

【sharp】.

The next moment, the pen transformed into a revolver and fired at the gun.

The gun, flying at high speed, was like a razor, slicing directly across the monsters' bodies.

wow-

All the vertebrae were cleanly severed, the cuts as smooth as if they had been cut with a knife.

The monsters also collapsed to the ground, their writhing brains emitting faint, whimpering sounds that corrupted people's hearts.

When Lu Ban arrived at the gap, he first saw Dai Yuanyang.

This Nine Streams cultivator had almost lost most of his human appearance. His lower body had turned into a net-like mass of flesh and blood, like undissolved meat paste. His upper body still barely retained a human shape, but his bones had become dislocated and protruded from his body.

"Help, help me..."

When Dai Yuanyang saw Lu Ban, he let out a weak cry for help.

"What about the rest?"

Lu Ban glanced into the cave and saw no one else except for an open, empty coffin and piles of white bones.

He knew that there must be someone else behind it all.

"Inside...inside..."

Dai Yuanyang pointed to the coffin.

"Help me, I know I was wrong, please help me..."

His voice was hoarse, as if he were about to breathe his last.

Something is gestating and stirring within Dai Yuanyang's body, ready to burst forth at any moment.

"I see."

Lu Ban responded, then picked up the loaded pistol from beside Dai Yuanyang and pulled the trigger, aiming it at Dai Yuanyang's head.

Dai Yuanyang's eyes widened, he convulsed for a moment, and finally stopped breathing. The monster that was growing inside him seemed to die as well, becoming still.

Lu Ban entered the cave, and the earthquake struck again. He looked at the empty stone coffin, thought for a moment, and then lay down inside.

In an instant, Lu Ban was surrounded by a dazzling array of colors, and he felt a subtle dizziness.

When his vision returned, he found himself at the entrance of a temple.

Chapter 573 Temple

Lu Ban stood at the entrance of the temple, which was filled with a sense of distortion and strangeness. He observed carefully and found that it was because the angles of the walls were very peculiar. They were not traditional right angles, nor did they look like acute or obtuse angles. In fact, these were not angles that existed in the human world.

Staring at this angle for a long time can easily cause dizziness, lightheadedness, and blurred consciousness.

The temple was not created by humans, at least not by humans from this world.

As for the aesthetics of the native inhabitants of that foreign land, Lu Ban had no say in it.

He glanced to the side.

Outside was endless darkness, pure, absolute, and eternal; even Lu Ban's [True Vision] saw only silence.

Even the "information" is completely gone; it's utter nothingness.

The temple was suspended in mid-air, and the darkness in all directions seemed endless.

Lu Ban knew that this was the "seal".

Although this temple is only a three-story building, it is by no means large enough to accommodate the original size of the Great Old Ones.

And what made all this possible was a power that surpassed that of the gods.

Perhaps it was the death of hundreds of millions of extraordinary beings from other races, or a chaotic battle between several Great Old Ones, or perhaps a fleeting glimpse of a higher being.

Lu Ban thought of the Ancient Ruler he had seen in the outer realms of the wasteland. A single glance from it could destroy the world, extinguish civilizations, and dim the stars. It seemed that the Ancient Ruler was of a very high level.

But now, the temple that bound Fang Geng before him didn't look so grand anymore.

Is it because Fang Geng is too incompetent?

Or was the great being that suppressed Him too powerful?

Lu Ban entered the temple.

The hall was empty; the three-story building was there to house only one thing: a huge lump of flesh.

The lump of flesh was surrounded by spine-like bones, viscous flesh and blood, and organs of different colors. The lump of flesh was constantly throbbing, contracting, and expanding. It was bound by several chains from various corners of the temple.

hum-

Upon witnessing this scene, blood flowed from Lu Ban's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His brain boiled in an instant, and his entire body melted into a puddle of flesh.

Fortunately, Lu Ban was meant to melt anyway.

He smelled the aroma of cooked meat as the steam rose from the roof, and felt a little hungry.

Oh, it's just me. It's alright then.

The "Crane's Cry Nine Chapters Secret Scripture" fell to the ground without suffering any damage, but Lu Ban couldn't care less about it for the time being.

At this moment, Lu Ban noticed that there were two other people in the temple. One of them had brown hair and was blind. He had gouged out his own eyes, and the two eyeballs that had fallen to the ground had grown tentacles and were beginning to struggle and crawl.

The brown-haired foreigner could no longer scream; he remained kneeling, only his breathing barely audible.

The other person was quite different.

The blond man had disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes, and cracked skin as if scorched by high temperatures. He slumped to the ground, muttering to himself.

"It's true, it's true."

Gordon muttered.

Lu Ban noticed that one of the chains binding Fang Geng had broken, and it was this broken chain that caused the earth to tremble.

Around Fang Geng, there were some thin ropes, bright yellow in color, seemingly there but not there, extending from infinite heights, binding and reinforcing the chains.

This appears to be the work of Xuanjun.

To be honest, considering that a human body and limited knowledge could achieve this, Lu Ban felt that the original Xuanjun was already a great chosen one.

However, the ropes were breaking and the steel chains were trembling slightly.

The strongest seal is actually the blind and foolish power attached to the Great Old Ones.

Lu Ban glanced at it casually. This power surpassed all things, capable of calming even the most insane deity. It robbed him of all will, purpose, cognition, and even life and death.

Those who sleep eternally are not the dead; in the unpredictable ages, even death itself vanishes.

Lu Ban finally understood why the Great Old Ones were usually sealed away rather than killed.

Just like himself, even if he were to be utterly destroyed and reduced to ashes by some force, he wouldn't necessarily die. The power of himself and Feng Yu would be enough to revive him.

For some Great Old Ones, death may be a release. You defeat them here and kill them, and they will be resurrected elsewhere and wait for the right moment to betray you.

Therefore, sealing it is the best solution.