I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"Did you just explode?"

Old Song's deep voice came through the "glass" and echoed slightly.

"A minor problem."

Lu Ban answered as a matter of course.

"If you have any trouble, you can come to me."

Old Song said suddenly.

In the eyes of someone of his illustrious status, who has seen all kinds of storms and battles, Lu Ban's change just now would not arouse any suspicion.

"That's true."

Lu Ban spoke frankly, glancing at the silver nail.

"Given the situation in this alien land, you probably won't be able to completely seal off the dangers here, right?"

Hearing Lu Ban's words, Xi Ya had a feeling that she knew it was true. If the people of the Glorious Realm could successfully solve the problem here, then there would be no follow-up issues on the island, and their mission would not have needed to go through so much trouble.

Since Xia and Lu Ban are in this situation, it means that Lao Song and the others' efforts are destined to fail.

However, how exactly this unfolded remains a mystery, like the cat in the box, unknown to anyone.

The purpose of Sia and the others' mission in the Silent Land seems to be quite clear: to solidify reality through the observation of the Chosen Ones.

Since Lu Ban's observations can solidify the history of the island, it means that Lao Song's observations, which can also traverse different realms and time, cannot be solidified.

Those living in the midst of an era cannot possibly perceive the torrent of its currents.

"...You're right."

Old Song remained silent for only a moment before understanding many things.

"As you can see, this alien realm has already exceeded the Hegra limit. Its future is no longer sufficient to cover the current costs, and our losses are also heavy. Continuing is futile."

"So you've decided to abandon this place?"

Sia stepped forward and asked.

If the people from the Glorious Realm leave, it will indeed be quite troublesome for her and Lu Ban to solve the problems here. What's more, judging from the difficulty of the mission in the Silent Land, they are very likely to face this situation.

"According to the normal rules, we must abandon this place."

Old Song sighed.

"Whether it's the Tavel time anchor, or these other divinely bestowed equipment, including our own lives, they are all of great value. We cannot let these things be lost in this world that is destined to be destroyed."

"Is there no other way?"

Sia asked again.

"If this place is destined to be destroyed by the awakening of those Great Old Ones, is there really no value in saving it?"

She was asking not only about the island, but also about the Kingdom of Night.

The Night Kingdom faces the same fate; those monstrous tides will one day erode the entire Black Forest, causing the Gray Tower to collapse. As night falls, their resistance will be futile in the long run.

Therefore, according to the standards of the Glorious Realm, the Kingdom of Night is also a world not worth saving.

Sia should abandon that place immediately, leave forever, and preserve her own value.

"From a rational point of view, that is the case."

Old Song nodded.

“I know what you’re thinking. You’ll think it’s immoral, too rational, and inhuman.”

He sat down next to the device, his eyes inside the helmet displaying a pale, indifferent blue as he looked at Sia.

"In fact, in other realms, in the boundless void, those ancient rulers, the Outer Gods, the great beings that transcend all things, the supreme deities, they will not discuss humanity or morality with you."

"Although we tried our best, this alien land was ultimately destroyed. Such self-comfort will not bring any benefit to the survival of civilization. The process of trying is meaningless. Only survival is the only pursuit of this alien land."

“I have seen countless exotic lands. Some have lost the ability to communicate through sound and writing because their languages ​​have been polluted, and the inhabitants can only rely on simple actions to convey information. Some have lost their magnificent culture, art and knowledge due to the erosion of their history, and live only in the present, barely surviving. Some have been submerged in an endless ocean due to millions of years of continuous storms caused by pollution, and the original inhabitants have had to abandon their original forms and enter the sea to survive.”

Lu Ban understood what Lao Song was saying.

Based on his understanding of the Glorious Realm, it was a civilization capable of sending observers to witness the destruction of an alien world without flinching, solely to obtain data on the world's destruction and information about those ancient rulers.

The fact that the Glorious Realm has developed to this extent, even possessing the means to contend with the Old Ones, is absolutely not due to human nature and morality, but rather to its relentless pursuit of progress.

In that now silent library, the births and destructions of countless otherworldly realms are preserved.

Every destroyed alien land serves as a wake-up call.

In fact, the fact that Old Song can still sit here and calmly talk to Lu Ban and Xi Ya is already a testament to the humanity left behind by the Brilliant Realm.

It is precisely because they are powerful that they are ruthless.

But it is precisely because of its strength that it can treat everyone kindly.

If people like Lao Song, who are at the Glorious Realm, lack confidence in their own power, they will be wary of Lu Ban and Xi Ya, repeatedly verifying their identities instead of warmly welcoming them.

Goodwill is based on strength.

Kindness without a foundation of strength is just the kind of naive and innocent person that everyone dislikes.

In this situation, if one encounters a barrier that one cannot overcome, it would indeed be extremely despairing.

The glorious realm may eventually abandon everything it can, only to find that it cannot find the answers, and thus it falls into destruction.

So, are you leaving?

Lu Ban asked.

"I just went to confirm the final data and finish up the work to prevent the Outer God's contamination from spreading to other alien realms through the Tavel time anchor or the traces of our departure."

Old Song glanced at the huge silver nail standing on the sea.

"Since you come from the future, you must already know the fate of this place."

Upon hearing this, Xia suddenly raised her eyes.

"In our future, the island... this exotic land has not been destroyed."

She said.

"Despite the severe pollution here, people still live here, making sacrifices to stop the pollution from getting worse. At least, this sea still exists."

"is it?"

Old Song showed no surprise, as if he had known this would happen all along.

"It seems you haven't been here for very long. Perhaps some people have entered here and done things that have delayed the destruction of this alien land for a while, but it doesn't matter, it's all the same."

"But what if I said that we can now make some efforts to bring that limit back to a salvageable range?"

At this moment, Lu Ban spoke up.

Chapter 825 Deep Well

Hearing Lu Ban's words, Old Song smiled.

“I understand what you mean, but how easy is it to bring the future of this alien realm back to the limits of Hegra? We have tried everything, but we can only stabilize the pollution here, but we cannot slow down the pace of the Outer God’s resurgence.”

"We will make a final decision in as little as three days."

He said.

"Can we go take a look around the core area?"

Lu Ban asked again.

"Near the core? Are you crazy?"

Old Song glanced at the beam of light in the center of the small island, which was gradually dimming.

"The pollution there is far beyond our imagination. Even with these protective suits, we can only stay inside for a few tens of minutes."

"You should also check the situation here one last time, you can take me with you."

Lu Ban did not back down because of this.

"You can take me with you."

Xia also chimed in.

“...Alright, I’ll take some people to check the core’s condition one last time when night falls. You can come along, but it’s very dangerous there, so you’d better be careful.”

Old Song seemed to be persuaded by Lu Ban, and he replied.

Even after nightfall, the island did not become cold; instead, a scorching, grainy wind continued to blow.

As the sunlight fades and night falls, the crimson hue in the center of the island appears and disappears, like an ever-present sunset.

Although Lao Song said he was preparing to run away, he still dutifully got two small protective suits for Lu Ban and Xi Ya.

The protective suit looks like just a layer of cloth, but it fits perfectly. It's breathable yet can block out pollution. Lu Ban tried it out, and ordinary sharp objects couldn't cut through the suit at all. He jumped into the water, and the suit even helped him draw oxygen from the water.

Lu Ban thought this high-tech stuff was pretty good.

Of course, he and Shia could not walk as fast as the giants, and given their size, they could not stand on the giants' shoulders, so they sat on the two giants' hands.

After crossing the beach, Lao Song's team entered the island's forest.

The forest had already mutated due to pollution, but due to the suppression of the core, it had not yet reached the point of rampant chaos. The leaves were in metallic colors such as deep purple, azure, and bright yellow, and the tender buds on the branches had begun to wriggle, as if they were about to grow new branches.

There are no other animals on the island. Those creatures had already turned into monsters when the pollution first spread and were wiped out by the people of the Glorious Realm. At this moment, there is silence, and even the moonlight is intoxicated by it.

clatter--

A crisp sound, like the ticking of a clock, suddenly came from the white box hanging on Lao Song's shoulder.

clatter--

The sound came at a certain rhythm, once every few tens of seconds.

"This is an instrument that can detect pollution concentration. When the frequency of this sound increases, it means that the surrounding pollution concentration has increased."

Old Song tapped the box.

"Believe me, you won't want to hear it make a ruckus."

clatter--