648. Good Number

"Glorious Realm? This is the Glorious Realm?"

Lu Ban carefully recalled the familiar term. It did not take him long to remember that Feng Yu had mentioned it to him.

There had once been a powerful foreign realm that had been at the forefront of the fight against pollution. It possessed a glorious, resplendent civilization, and many extraordinary items had even been crafted by the Glorious Realm.

But like the other foreign realms that had suffered contamination, the Glorious Realm had merely used one kind of pollution to fight another. In the end, its only possible fate had been corruption.

Moreover, the fact that they had been able to resist the pollution of the Old Ones meant that they might themselves have possessed extraordinary pollution.

But now, everything had returned to dust and earth.

The final glimmer of the civilization's setting sun faded away. The wreckage of that enormous satellite stretched across the night sky, creating an intense sense of oppression. Imagine the moon enlarged several times over—that would have been an utterly bizarre sight, enough to keep anyone awake.

Lu Ban felt a trace of cool wind.

He was somewhat curious as to why there was still air on this planet, and could not help reaching out and waving his hand.

"Yes."

The woman nodded. With a casual wave of her hand, the roasted lamb Lu Ban had left uneaten vanished, leaving only the flickering campfire to illuminate her face.

"You can call me Charlotte. It's only an alias."

The woman who called herself Charlotte spoke.

Lu Ban found the name somewhat familiar, but for the moment, he could not remember where he had heard it.

"I always thought the Old Ones were supposed to be monsters who had fallen into eternal madness and possessed no reason whatsoever."

Lu