I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

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He went inside, where candles burned constantly, casting a dim yellow light on the howling evening. The flickering candlelight seemed as if it might go out at any moment, but the swaying flames reflected Stone's deep shadow.

"You've arrived."

A voice came from behind Stone.

He turned around abruptly, instinctively drew his revolver and aimed it in the direction the sound came from, and then he saw Browning.

He looked like a gentleman in his thirties or forties, sitting in a chair with a glass of red wine in his hand, seemingly enjoying the aroma of the wine.

Stone's pupils widened slightly. Although he had heard what Lu Ban and Xia Ya said, he was still very surprised when he actually saw it. After all, it was too bizarre that Browning was sitting here alive.

Stone had met Browning before, and the Browning sitting here now looked almost exactly the same as before, as if they were just old friends who hadn't seen each other for a while.

I've heard about what happened to you.

Stone turned to Browning and said.

He needs some time to wait for the seal to take effect and is not in a hurry to complete the final step.

Even though he agreed with Lu Ban's statement, Stone still retained a sliver of hope that Daoist Heming could truly bring back those he had lost. Since Daoist Heming claimed to be genuine, there was no reason why the real thing couldn't be inferior to the fake, and he should also be able to master the technique of resurrection.

"Did you come back from the dead, or did you simply take over Browning's body? Was the Browning I knew before you or him?"

Stone asked.

"You know, resurrection is just a false dream. The dead can never come back to life. This mud monster is just an imitation of the past."

Browning answered casually.

"As for the second question, I'm sorry, but you may never have known Browning. He's been mine ever since he moved here. Does that make you feel a little better?"

"You once merged yourself with the mud monster. How did you do that? Since, according to you, the mud monster only simulates other people's personalities, how can you guarantee that you were still yourself at that time, and not a simulation?"

Stone asked again.

Upon hearing his words, Browning smiled, took a sip of wine from his glass, and then replied.

"This is the key point. Although this is a reward, I'm in a good mood right now, so I'll give you some tips. In this foreign land, if you want to ascend to become a supreme being, you must first ensure your uniqueness."

"Uniqueness?"

Stone was puzzled.

"Hehe, although you have experienced a lot, you seem to know nothing about the nature of the alien world. In the alien world, you are not unique. Anyone can replace you unless you leave your own mark."

Browning laughed.

"Mark?"

Stone seemed to realize something and pressed for an answer.

"You must have heard your companions talk about how to sublimate. The essence of sublimation is to become a concept. This concept can be anything, but if it is something extremely common, then you will have to bear a huge amount of pollution. This is because the more common and ordinary a concept is, the more widespread the pollution it carries. Moreover, most of these concepts already have an owner, and you will have to fight against its original master. If you want to obtain a concept that belongs to you, you have to leave a mark."

"These marks may be legends, miracles, certain clans, or even a civilization. Only by reaching this level can you obtain the rudimentary form of a concept. Once you obtain the mark, you become a unique existence in this alien world, and you also carry the pollution."

Browning said earnestly, downing his glass of red wine in one gulp, and then looked at Stone.

"Therefore, the mark I left behind is that of Daoist Heming. In this foreign land, there will only be one Daoist Heming. Everything I left behind proves my existence. I am who I am, and I will not be usurped by any will, much less have my consciousness taken over by such inferior beings as the Mud Monster."

"If you wish to attain immortality, then I advise you to leave your mark as soon as possible, otherwise, when you are exposed to too much pollution, your mark will also be polluted."

He looked at Stone with a half-smile, as if he were trying to persuade him.

"As for what you want, if you can accept that it's just a shell imitating them, a fake from the outside to the soul, then I have a million ways to make it happen for you. In fact, at our level, such pursuits are not worth mentioning."

Stone went to the opposite side of Browning and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"But you still failed. You are bound here and can only survive by usurping other people's bodies. Even your former self's corpse has become your enemy."

Browning raised an eyebrow slightly at his words.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

As Browning spoke, the surrounding air trembled slightly, and the candlelight flickered, like a giant about to be enraged.

Even the storm paused for a moment, and the lightning silently spread through the clouds, like a grand silent play.

The next moment, Stone snapped his fingers.

Browning stood up the moment he realized what had happened.

The wine glass in his hand shattered instantly, and the glass in the entire mourning hall began to rattle. Outside the window, a thunderclap exploded, as if it would shatter the window.

Stone saw countless hallucinations appearing before his eyes, including his past sins, his past happiness, and possible future scenarios.

In these scenes, Stone experienced a surge of emotions—grief, joy, regret, or pain—that rushed into his consciousness in an instant. These emotions were not false, but rather felt like real experiences.

It's as if Stone experienced countless parallel worlds and such lives in a short period of time.

But then, all the worlds, those worlds that flashed across Stone's eyes like shooting stars, all converged into a single beam.

The seals placed around the house suppressed Crane Cry Daoist's resistance with an even louder buzzing sound. In that instant, when Stone could not perceive, see, or capture it, it was as if a hand had pressed down on Browning's head, and he was frozen in place, his eyes unfocused.

thump--

Browning fell to the ground, and lividity quickly appeared on his skin.

A polyhedron of indescribable shape fell in front of the portrait, reflecting Browning's black and white photograph.

Chapter 645 I've Seen You in My Dreams

Just before his palm touched Lu Ban, Byron suddenly stopped moving.

"Have we met somewhere before?"

Byron maintained his calm smile and asked.

"Maybe, it might just be a dream."

Lu Ban answered easily.

"Ah, I saw you in my dream, in my dream I saw you, your sweet smile was so sweet..."

He even sang a short segment.

Upon hearing Lu Ban's singing, Byron's lips twitched.

He leaned close to Lu Ban's ear and whispered something.

"I've heard the melody of this song before."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ban also whispered to Byron.

"So, we're from the same hometown."

The next moment, Lu Ban reached out to grab Byron's hand.

But even faster, Lu Ban's hand swelled up.

Like an overinflated balloon, starting with his arms, Lu Ban's entire body began to writhe and twist, as if being inflated by something.

In an instant, Lu Ban's stomach swelled up, ruptured, and his internal organs spilled out, bursting open like a blooming flower.

Byron immediately tried to back away from Lu Ban, but the hand, like a ghost, reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Got you?"

Lu Ban's swollen face revealed a strange smile that even Byron found chilling.

A stream of light bloomed on that hand, and as the light spread, Byron's side became immobile, turning as if it had faded to gray.

Petrochemicals.

One glance is enough to tell that Byron, who had become a mud monster, is now turning into real stone.

Byron tried to struggle, but the petrification spread far faster than he had imagined. In a matter of moments, he had completely turned into a stone, a lifelike sculpture.

Lu Ban looked at Byron, who had turned into a stone statue, and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

After a brief moment of thought, he realized that this was very similar to Jiang Chengshan's situation.

Fang Geng's retinue transformed into lifelike stone statues, and then reverted to their original forms just as Fang Geng was about to revive, slaughtering humans.

Byron is probably just petrified now, and if the effects of the spell are removed by some means, he can return to his original form.

"At least he can't move now."

Lu Ban said something, and then his whole being melted.

In the past, Lu Ban would have faced a situation where the odds were against him, and there was no way he could survive without a single blade of grass growing.

But now, Lu Ban can deal with such situations quickly.

A mere fatal wound; it can be healed simply by melting the body and rebuilding it.

A few minutes later, Lu Ban once again materialized into human form.

He tapped Byron on the forehead in a dull thud.

"Solid".

He drew a conclusion.

"What should we do now?"

Lu Ban turned to look at Xi Ya.

Sia's expression was somewhat complicated.

She didn't expect that Lu Ban would undergo a slight change in just a few days.

Even when she saw Lu Ban melt and reform, Xia felt that her sanity almost dropped.

"Move over to Stone's place?"