I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

"Don't worry, as long as I'm still here, it means nothing will happen to you."

Feng Yu saw Lu Tan lost in thought and spoke.

Lu Tran has heard such words before. He didn't know why at the time, but now it sounds like there may be some intersection between Lu Tran's future and Feng Yu's past, so at least in Feng Yu's perception, Lu Tran Trips are now safe.

"That's great. When do we leave?"

Lu Tan asked.

"anytime."

Feng Yu replied.

Lu Tan didn't let Feng Yu wait too long. He tidied up and opened the panel of the Land of Silence again.

[Whether to enter a quiet place]

【whether】

After glancing at Feng Yu beside him, Lu Tan chose [Yes].

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the house. In the strong wind, yellow sand filled the sky, blocking the view, blowing the entire house apart, the walls collapsed, and the bricks and stones were swirling in the tornado. This unprecedented mania made Lu Tiao feel... Something special.

At this moment, a hand grabbed him.

Lu Tiao looked aside. Feng Yu was grabbing Lu Tiao's hand and opening up a slightly secluded path in the deep purple thunder and lightning set off by the tornado.

At the same time, in Lu Jian's field of vision, the cold and indifferent words of the Silent Land appeared.

[The time flow rate in foreign lands is inconsistent with that in the main world]

[This time ratio: 1:1]

【Heading to the wasteland】

The storm quickly obscured his vision, but Feng Yu's hand held Lu Tiao firmly. When he felt that the storm subsided and the surroundings became quiet, Lu Tiao found that he was standing in a piece of sand.

The sky was blue, without a single cloud. Ahead, under the sun, a majestic city rose from the ground, blocking the horizon.

Most of the city is made of dark masonry buildings. There are no tall buildings, only a pyramid-like thing standing in the center.

Around the city, there is an endless stream of caravans riding strange creatures. The closer to the city, the denser the people. It is like the last fire of human civilization in the desert, shining brightly in the hot sun.

However, compared to when he first came to the wasteland, Lu Jian felt that this world did seem a lot more prosperous.

"This is Utopia, the largest city-state in the wasteland."

Feng Yu pointed to the city.

She didn't know when she had put on a desert-style dress and covered her hair with cloth.

Lu Tiao was still wearing short-sleeved clothes.

The two of them moved towards the city, and Feng Yu said as they walked.

"The city-states in the wasteland are countries. Each city-state has its own saint. In other words, the inheritance of the saint is the basis for their establishment of the city-state."

“What exactly is a saint?”

Lu Jian asked. The gravel was quite soft when he stepped on it. The shoes he used for walking in the city quickly sank into the sand.

"Saints are also called famous ones in this foreign land. Some people say that because most people in the wilderness have no names, famous people will become extraordinary ones. But in fact, it is just the opposite. The name of a saint itself is a kind of power."

Feng Yu watched Lu Tiao take off her shoes, pour a lot of sand out of them, then put them on again, and she continued.

"Since pollution is a kind of knowledge, why can't names become pollution?"

"You mean, these names themselves have power? But they are all names in the mythical history of the earth, nothing special."

Lu Tan tried to think of Achilles' name in his mind, but nothing unusual happened.

If the taboo name of the Old Ones would lead to pollution, then Lu Jian would think it was normal, but that is not the case now.

"Some names are not taboo in our mouths, are they?"

Feng Yu glanced at Lu Tan.

"You think these names are not contaminated because you have already adapted to them. But for the wasteland, these names and the meaning behind them are quite powerful pollution."

At this point, Feng Yu stopped. At this moment, they happened to be walking on a sand dune. Further down, there was a bustling desert market outside an oasis.

There are many such oases scattered around the city, and in the city, there is a small lake and a large area of ​​greenery.

"It's like, do you think there has ever been a person with a similar name in this world?"

Feng Yu said.

Lu Tan was startled.

Indeed, he himself knew Utopia and Achilles, thinking that these were very normal names and their deeds were common sense.

But the wasteland is a foreign land.

In the history of the wasteland, the names of these saints may not exist at all.

The origin of these names, then, is questionable.

Perhaps it was the knowledge spread by a certain chosen one when the wasteland was just rebuilt, or perhaps it was the random whispers that reached people's ears at the whim of some great being.

In short, these names that did not come from the wilderness came here and gained strength. Their legends formed the foundation of the saints and became the cornerstone of the establishment of the wasteland city-state.

Rounding up is also a good thing.

It was difficult for Lu Jian to say that if the wasteland had not been led by saints and these city-states had not been established, whether they could have survived until now. At least, in a world that has become the end of the world, extraordinary power is always useful.

The two came to the city gate. The guards here were not too strict. The cities in the wasteland were extremely far apart. Most of the people who could reach here were business travelers. They shuttled through the desert filled with yellow sand. , trading specialties from different city-states and making profits.

Walking into the city, Lu Jian saw the low houses on both sides of the simple and plain main road, as well as the vendors along the street.

The items sold by these stalls are very strange. Most of them are cans, spoons and other metal products. Occasionally, you can see some stone sculptures. As for food or clothes, you can hardly see them.

This can also be understood. The nature of the wasteland is still in the desert, and resources are scarce. Except for the relics of the previous era that explorers found in the ruins, everything else should be deployed uniformly, and there will be no excess food for sale.

On the roadside, someone was eating from a broken iron can. The can was filled with a brown semi-solid that was similar to paste. He drank it in one gulp and wiped his mouth, feeling quite satisfied.

Lu Tuan remembered that one of the major food sources in the wasteland was insects, but now it seemed that there were other crops.

"Please support our Huangsha Brotherhood, Master Iron Snake will lead everyone to live a good life!"

Lu Tan heard shouts not far away. Many people gathered there. Lu Tan and Feng Yu looked at each other and followed them.

They found that in the center of the crowd, there were several young guys and a big pot with the brown paste stewed in it. They were shouting and distributing food to others. As a result, the place was completely surrounded.

Thinking of this, Lu Tiao took out a bowl from nowhere and put it over.

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