I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the box made another sound.

"The pollution here is already quite well controlled. Using deep well technology, we have been able to confine the pollution from Outer God to a radius of no more than three kilometers in the center of the island, but the pollution is still leaking out."

Old Song explained that he walked steadily through the woods, where the surroundings became increasingly secluded, but the sense of silence had disappeared, replaced by a subtle commotion.

The clamor rustled and whispered, coming from the tips of every tree, from under every fallen leaf, and from every crack in the rocks.

As all things grow, all plants yearn to sprout again.

The sounds of those wriggling plants were teeth-grinding and spine-chilling.

But to those in the realm of glory, these are all noises.

"It seems the pollution has worsened here."

As Old Song spoke, he waved his hand.

A giant retrieved a gun from the containment device they were dragging.

He took it in his hand and pulled the trigger.

The next moment, blazing flames erupted from the muzzle of the gun, the almost bluish-green flames instantly sweeping away the plants in front of it.

There was no ashes, no fire spreading; everything sublimated into gas in an instant.

Even the ground was scorched and turned into a crystal-clear glass-like shape.

Lu Ban couldn't help but take a closer look at the spray gun.

It can burn without oxygen, making it clean, hygienic, and pollution-free.

[Capable of incinerating most organic matter, making it the best choice for cleaning and sanitation.]

[Exquisite design, industrial standards, suitable for use as car interior decoration]

"That's amazing."

Lu Ban exclaimed in admiration.

"The core area is just ahead."

Old Song ignored Lu Ban's praise and pointed ahead.

After the forest was burned down, the view suddenly opened up.

In the center of the island, where there should have been mountains, there was now only a black pillar.

The cross-section of the pillar is a perfect circle, encompassing an area with a radius of about three kilometers.

A certain light shone through the black pillar, illuminating the night sky in a crimson hue.

"This is the deep well."

Old Song said as he walked forward.

"By using certain technologies, we can fold space. As long as the curvature of the folded space is higher than the rate at which pollution escapes, we can control the pollution within this area."

His words are easy to understand.

Pollution spreads at a certain speed. No matter what kind of pollution it is, it is impossible to pollute other people without spreading. Just like Lu Ban, if he hadn't seen Aldebaran, then Aldebaran's great existence would never have been able to find him.

For ordinary people, the lower limit of this pollution diffusion speed can be close to the speed of light. In other words, when you see those deities, you have already been polluted.

Therefore, theoretically, if an alien realm can escape the source of pollution at a speed exceeding this diffusion rate, then that alien realm will never be polluted.

This is also one of the more feasible solutions envisioned by the Glorious Realm for the survival of civilization.

The problem is that, with current technology, the people of the Brilliant Realm cannot create devices that would allow them to safely travel beyond this speed limit.

However, while researching these solutions, Brilliant Realm unexpectedly obtained some other technologies, such as the deep well technology currently in use.

There are several directions in the research on the speed of pollution diffusion. One is the acceleration school of active escape, and the other is the restraint school of confining pollution. The restraint school proposes that if an infinitely expanding space can be studied, then can the source of pollution be placed in this space and the space be extended infinitely to achieve the result of sealing the source of pollution?

While true unlimited expansion has not yet been achieved, they have indeed created deep-well devices that can limit the spread of pollution to the greatest extent possible.

“In the deep well, that Outer God sleeps.”

As soon as Old Song finished speaking, a slight rumbling sound came from the dark pillar.

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The rumbling sound was deep and resonant, like the mournful cry before an earthquake, like the lament of the world, giving people a strong sense of melancholy.

If, as Lao Song says, the deep well is an infinitely extending space, then the sounds that can escape from the deep well are definitely not just sounds.

The moment Lu Ban realized this, he felt something brewing inside his body.

When he heard the roar, the pollution had already reached him!

However, Lu Ban only felt some white hairs growing on the back of his hand, but no deeper erosion occurred.

With a gentle tap, the white fur fell off, like the loose fur on a cat in spring.

This is somewhat illogical, because pollution that can escape from a deep well cannot be low-level, but high-level pollution would not just cause Lu Ban to grow a little white hair.

He exchanged a glance with Sia, who seemed to have been affected to some extent, but still within an acceptable range.

It must be because of this outfit.

Lu Ban looked at the yellow protective suit he was wearing.

This set of clothes was more effective at blocking pollution than he had imagined.

He saw the ground change due to the vibrations from the sound; the stones began to split, and white fuzz grew from the broken surfaces. The fuzz swayed and wriggled, quickly turning the stones into a sticky, gray, semi-solid state, like undried cement.

Lu Ban felt that this thing looked familiar, but before he could connect with these mutated stones, the ground beneath their feet turned muddy, and countless cements rose up from the giant's feet, trying to swallow them up.

Da da da—

Lu Ban heard the devices on the giants making a series of crisp sounds, like a bomb countdown, which suddenly made him feel tense.

While the others struggled to steady themselves, Old Song silently pulled a short, thick stick from his backpack.

The stick resembled a flashlight, except it lacked a light bulb and had a smooth, black surface.

Old Song stuck the stick into the soft, mouth-like ground, and the greedy mud immediately engulfed it, like a child who hadn't eaten for days wolfing down food, not even bothering to see what he was eating.

The next moment, the mud pit suddenly trembled, and the thick gray mud on the surface rippled. Then, centered on Old Song, the mud scattered, forming a strange open space.

The black stick landed on the ground and trembled slightly, as if it were releasing some kind of high-frequency signal that dispelled the mutated stone.

Old Song picked up the stick, and you could see that as the stick moved, the mud and water also moved, forming a circular area.

"Let's go."

Old Song gripped the stick tightly and continued moving towards the deep well.

Tap, tap, tap—

The intervals between the counting sounds from the equipment lengthened again. Although they were much denser than when we first entered the forest, they were still not as continuous as when we were covered in mud.

As they moved forward, Old Song took out a real flashlight from the containment equipment box.

The flashlight looked ordinary, and its shape was no different from any other tool that Lu Ban knew.

But since it's a flashlight from the Brilliant Realm, there must be some differences.

What is this thing?

Lu Ban then asked Lao Song, pointing to the flashlight in his hand.

"This is a flashlight."

Old Song answered simply.

"It can illuminate a certain area of ​​space. In the deep well, most areas are quite dark, and you need a flashlight to find your way forward."

"...I mean, doesn't it have any anti-pollution capabilities?"

Lu Ban pressed for an answer.

"Isn't it enough that it can bring us light?"

Old Song countered with a question.

"That's absolutely right!"

Lu Ban nodded in agreement.

Xi Ya looked at Lu Ban with a strange expression.

"Be careful, Shenjing is not a good place for tourism."

Old Song reminded him.

They had now reached the edge of the deep well.

The dividing line of the world.

When Lu Ban saw the pitch-black space in front of him, this thought came to his mind.

This deep well has no clear boundaries; the area ahead is shrouded in a thin mist, ambiguous and chaotic, as if it can devour and contain everything.

It was extremely quiet ahead, and Lu Ban began to imagine that even if a stone were thrown in, it probably wouldn't cause any ripples.

But the deep well also contained a surging power, most obviously in the dark red that appeared and disappeared in the twilight-like black mist. Those colors penetrated the boundaries and gave people a strange impression.

As the light shone on Lu Ban, he noticed that some short, coarse, black hairs were gradually growing on his skin. He scratched them through his clothes, but the hairs showed no signs of falling out; they seemed to be stuck to his skin.

It seems that this light is even more polluting to the body.

However, he didn't have much time to observe carefully, because the giants had already reached the edge of the black mist. They left two people outside to guard the equipment, while the rest of them each took a flashlight and a cane and then walked into the black mist.

Lu Ban initially thought that, according to Lao Song's description, the deep well should be similar to a black hole, with strong gravity, and people might even be distorted if they got close to it.

However, from his perspective, none of these situations occurred.

They walked into the deep well as if taking a stroll.

Lu Ban saw that the world suddenly became cold and bleak, and the surroundings were shrouded in black. This darkness was not the darkness of night, but pure black, a darkness that might even make one doubt one's own existence.

Lu Ban couldn't even sense the giant supporting him.

One theory discusses the influence of vision on human perception. The experiment is simple: one of the subject's arms is covered, and a prosthetic hand is placed next to it. The prosthetic hand is stimulated repeatedly, and the subject observes the stimulation. Eventually, the subject's arm will respond to the stimulation of the prosthetic hand as if the prosthetic hand had become a real hand.

Therefore, when humans are plunged into this absolute darkness, their other senses are also affected.