??Chapter 853: 852. More misfortune than fortune
Chapter 853: 852. More misfortune than fortune
The skull was yellowish, as if it had weathered countless years, with a viscous glaze coating its surface. Within the skull, a golden fire burned quietly.
The golden flas presented an illusion of both order and chaos, captivating anyone who laid eyes on it.
The flas seeped out from the skull, dropping into Lu Ban’s hands. The fire was not scorching but rather imparted a feeling of warmth. As it trickled through his fingertips, it felt like fine sand slipping through.
Lu Ban did not hesitate and crushed it imdiately.
The sandy flas swiftly spread over Lu Ban’s body, spreading over his gradually lting flesh, and suddenly, Lu Ban beca a man of fire.
The flas brought intense pain and did not spread to his surroundings but burned quietly on Lu Ban’s body.
Amidst these fierce flas, countless layers of illusory whispers sounded in Lu Ban’s ears.
“…We made a mistake once; we cannot make the wrong choice again. I’d rather choose nothing than make the wrong choice…”
“…Only by stepping out can we see more; we have been trapped in this Wasteland for too long, losing our longing for the real world…”
“…But you have no idea what else is out there. I don’t think the other city-states will agree; we are no longer what we used to be…”
“…Many city-states are eyeing us; we shouldn’t tell them about these news…”
“…A Torrential Rain is coming. At this cusp of change, so corrupted people are also becoming restless; they are anxious…”
“…Once everyone focuses on the future, we can control the present…”
As these murmurs echoed, Lu Ban also saw so vague and blurry images.
In front of a massive building filled with classical aesthetics, a man resembling an ancient Greek statue overlooked the crowd. Various Transcendents whispered around him, with different forces behind them, secretly maneuvering.
In the dark corners of the city, hooded figures muttered in low voices, holding twisted Divine Idols, worshipping deities not of this world, whispering the revered nas of certain beings, secretive and eerie.
In the wilderness, Gale Winds and Torrential rains ravaged, a somber and serious black army advanced with the sound of rain, weapons in hand, perpetuating the eternal human question—slaughter each other.
And in the star-studded night sky, countless gazes were cast here, coveting, peeking, wanting to dominate this place once the shadows that occupied it dispersed, to beco the night here again.
Lu Ban’s entire being turned into a boiling pool of flesh on the ground, ceaselessly churning; the flas seed never to extinguish as they continued devouring Lu Ban’s flesh.
Soon, Lu Ban’s flesh evaporated, ascended, and turned into gas, filling the entire room.
Hunter Laika was still asleep in the room, unaware of Lu Ban’s transformation.
Three days later, Lu Ban gradually solidified.
Though still semi-solid, Lu Ban could finally continue thinking.
“This mission, although mostly dealing with humans, involves quite a few things.”
He roughly understood the noteworthy aspects of this mission.
First, this city nad Utopia was likely governed by a Saint, who was about to abdicate for another Saint or Transcendent to succeed him.
Additionally, there were significant conflicts among these successors, possibly stemming from the city’s developnt direction, the future course of civilization. They were backed by different forces with varying demands.
Besides, beyond these successors, there were other forces in the city, possibly those worshipping so Indescribable great entities, or perhaps so clans of Evil Gods, eager to overturn Utopia.
Furthermore, people from other city-states were attempting to invade this city-state, taking advantage of the incoming storm.
Lastly, so Evil Gods from distant stars coveted this place; after the disappearance of the insect swarm, the influence of the Ancient Overlord who had been sealed no longer existed. So forr Overlords, craving civilization and resources, wanted to rule this land.
This was also why Lu Ban, as a Chosen by Gods, needed to assist a certain force to secure the Saint’s position.
At this mont, the Wasteland was at a point of convergence of fates; one misstep could plunge one into an irreversible abyss.
“Forcefully pushing through does seem to be blocked.”
Lu Ban thought that other forces also possessed saints of the Transcendent level, and the original saint who controlled Utopia would certainly not ignore his subordinates killing each other, especially with the threat of external enemies, a peaceful succession was definitely most important.
“But I can still rewrite these people’s minds, making them give up voluntarily.”
Lu Ban thought.
He was about to stand up and clean up his body, which had lted and re-ford, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Through the peephole, he saw it was Feng Yu.
“…Do you always dress like this at ho?”
Feng Yu, seeing the exposed body of Lu Ban as he opened the door, looked him up and down.
Although it was all self-fashioned, after so many tis of lting and re-forming, it did look sowhat fresh.
“I just changed back, still not quite used to it.”
Lu Ban grabbed so clothes and put them on. Compared to his human form, he was more accustod to his usual lted state; after all, a human body had too many limitations, while a blob of flesh was clearly more free.
“You’re becoming less and less human.”
As Feng Yu uttered these words, perhaps it was Lu Ban’s illusion, but he felt a sense of lancholy.
“What’s the matter?”
Lu Ban, now dressed, asked.
“You should be heading to another Foreign Domain by now.”
Feng Yu cut straight to the point.
“Yes, I’m planning to go to the Wasteland, it looks like a turning point in civilization developnt there.”
Lu Ban didn’t beat around the bush; there was no need to hide anything from soone like Feng Yu who could traverse Foreign Domains.
“I’ll co too.”
Feng Yu proposed.
“Hm? Is there a problem?”
Lu Ban quickly sensed sothing was off.
Feng Yu usually didn’t accompany him on his missions to Foreign Domains, and this ti, especially since it was a [Splendid] difficulty, it was likely to involve facing an Ancient Overlord or an Outer God, which was extrely dangerous. Why would Feng Yu want to go?
“Just so premonitions.”
Feng Yu didn’t specify.
Lu Ban wanted to ask more, but after reflecting for a mont, he could understand why Feng Yu was being cryptic.
Who knew what would happen next? Even if Feng Yu had witnessed so events, he would keep secrets from Lu Ban to prevent that segnt of fate from coming full circle.
Not to ntion, Shia had ntioned before that Lu Ban was not in good shape when he went to the Wasteland, and she hadn’t told him about the subsequent outcos either.
Could this journey really be more perilous than fortuitous?
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