章節 563: 562. Art of Resurrection_1

Seeing this, Lu Ban felt that there were even more ants crawling on his eyes.

The small, dense ants crawled all over his eyeballs, their antennae poking at the lens, occasionally using their teeth to tear at the delicate nerves and muscles around his eyes.

"Taoist Crane Cry's knowledge comes from the Mysterious Monarch, the very Mysterious Monarch who is the ancient forebear of the Nine Streams, the one they fight over every ten years?"

"The Mysterious Monarch should be a person of this world, and his knowledge belongs to this world. Does that mean, the knowledge of this world has contaminated Taoist Crane Cry, turning him into a serious source of pollution in the Abandoned Capital?"