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Chapter 181: 180. Remains of the Sage_1

Lu Ban had never been to the desert before.

In his mind, the desert was not so beautifully idyllic natural wonder but a dangerous, arid forbidden zone where disaster could strike at any mont.

As a child, he’d watched docuntaries about explorers disappearing in Lop Nur, and movies portrayed the peril of quicksand traps, instilling in Lu Ban a deep-seated fear of the desert.

Now, the silver desert stretched endlessly before him, as far as the eye could see, only sand upon sand, with no structures, vegetation, or other people in sight.

Not even the sky harbored birds, a world of absolute silence.

It was in such a world that Lu Ban heard a buzzing sound.

It was like the sound of tal vibrating under atmospheric pressure, commonly likened to the sensation of a fighter jet’s wings cutting through the sky.

The buzzing noise ca from ahead, and at the sa ti, Lu Ban saw a column of light shooting straight into the sky.

“What is this?”

He asked Giant Arm, who was beside him.

“It seems this ruin does indeed conceal treasures,”

Giant Arm didn’t answer directly, but instead said excitedly.

“That light is from the Remains of the Sage, we need to speed up. When such a light appears, other Wasteland Hunters will surely see it. In the Wasteland, sotis humans are more fearso than monsters.”

“Remains of the Sage!?”

Lu Ban feigned surprise, but inside, he was indeed a little excited.

He had not expected that this mission would lead him directly to the Remains of the Sage, a stroke of extre good fortune.

“When the famous die, they often do not decay but may continue to walk the earth for certain reasons. We who live in the Wasteland know well that the ruins holding the Remains of the Sage usually contain precious treasures.”

Fla Heart explained beside him.

“The famous ones?”

Lu Ban heard a term he had never heard before, and it piqued his interest.

“Haha, those are beings beyond our reach, you don’t need to focus on them. Just know that the famous ones are all Saints. There’s a saying in the Wasteland, ‘Below the Saint, all are as ants.’ It would be no harder for those beings to crush you than it is to crush an ant.”

Excitent sparkled in Giant Arm’s eyes.

“Then why are you all so excited? Shouldn’t we be avoiding them by all rights?”

Lu Ban asked, still curious.

“A dead Saint differs from a living one. Most dead Saints move according to a special pattern; as long as we know their nas, we can largely avoid danger,”

Fla Heart explained again.

“Plus, our treasure map has already revealed the na of the Saint who guards this place. It seems those people did a lot of research beforehand.”

Giant Arm patted the map on his chest.

“What is his na?”

Lu Ban vaguely felt that nas held a special significance in this world. Wasteland Hunters used nicknas instead of their real nas, and Saints were known as the famous ones. While it wasn’t like in so stories where knowing your true na gave others control over you, perhaps in the Wasteland, a na was even more important than life itself.

After all, even in death, a Saint with a na could still move as Remains, wielding great power, while many people, though alive, were as insignificant as ants.

“Achilles.”

Lu Ban was stunned.

He hadn’t expected to hear this na from the mouth of soone from the Foreign Domain. Although the pronunciation was slightly different, indeed, it was the na that was passed down in Lu Ban’s own world—the na that Giant Arm had just referred to.

The hero of the Trojan War, the legendary warrior.

Does the Foreign Domain also have such a legend?

“What’s this na?”

Shia asked from the side, her eyes showing curiosity. After all, it concerned the high concept of a Saint; for a Mage, understanding the divinities and extraordinary powers of the Foreign Domain was also a part of their studies.

“Not sure, the nas of famous people are always strange. The blueprint just records that this Saint was a very strong fighter, a suprely belligerent fellow.”

Giant Arm shook his head.

“Where do these nas of the Saints co from?”

Lu Ban was filled with intense curiosity.

Being nad Achilles truly ans possessing extraordinary fighting prowess, brave and good at fighting?

And if one were called Einstein, would they be unrivaled in intelligence, surpassing others with their wit?

Lu Ban felt he could change his na to sothing invincible, and maybe he would then be able to stop ti.

“Not clear. When the famous ones were alive, nobody knew what their nas really were. It was only possible to find out after they died. No one knows where their nas co from, maybe from the ruins. There was a rumor before; an ordinary Wasteland Hunter entered the ruins, found a treasure, and beca a Saint. That’s what everyone says.”

Giant Arm, too, was interested in these matters, but to him, Saints and the like were too far away; they could only be part of campfire adventure stories.

“That’s why the ruins on the Wasteland are so alluring.”

Fla Heart smiled.

“And more importantly, becoming a Saint could alleviate the symptoms of the Crystal Nucleus Disease. People like us struggle to live past twenty-five, but Saints can live for dozens of years, even over a hundred.”

For a ti, everyone fell silent.

The group quickened their pace as if intending to reach the ruins before others could discover them.

However, there was a certain distance to the location of the light, and it wasn’t until dusk fell that Lu Ban could see sothing out of the ordinary amidst the vast expanse of sand.

It was a deserted city, its buildings long collapsed, eroded walls crumbling, barely making out the outlines of its forr prosperity.

The scale of this city was imnse; the horizon that Lu Ban could see was occupied by it. He roughly estimated that it was at least the size of one of Jiangcheng’s districts—a remarkable feat for a world several hundred years post-apocalypse to preserve such a large district.

The buzzing and the light had long gone, but Lu Ban was aware that the light had radiated to the regions for hundreds of kiloters around. To expect that only their team was present in such a wide range was sowhat na??ve.

Therefore, entering the ruins as soon as possible and fighting for every second was imperative.

Mounting cals to enter the ruins, the group had no ti to admire the semblance of the old era. Giant Arm took out the blueprint he had been carrying and guided the team forward.

The sky darkened, stars rose, illuminating the world.

Without lighting torches, the group placed their cals under a wall that seed sturdy, sorted out their luggage, and prepared to delve deeper into the ruins for exploration.

Lu Ban discovered that the technology level of the Wasteland seed to have regressed to a quite backward stage or perhaps due to the ergence of abilities from the Crystal Nucleus Disease, people had beco indifferent to the developnt of technology.

In the five-person squad, there were no firearms and almost no bows and arrows; they used torches to explore the city and determined ti by looking at the sun and stars. There was almost no trace of modern civilization to be seen on these people.

In the dim light, they had just left their cals when they saw flickers of firelight erging in a corner of the city.

Those were certainly other Wasteland Hunters.