Chapter 111: The Blood of the Creator God, and It's Kind of Like Ours?

"This cannot fall into the hands of the evil gods; they must not be allowed to desecrate any of it."

Meanwhile, in the grand halls of the two kingdoms, both great monarchs sat high above, overseeing their witch ministers. Aware of the urgency, they decided to personally descend and begin excavating the tomb.

The heads of all major academies and sects were present.

A full thirteen legendary wizards patrolled the area.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled. The giant Adolf, shovel in hand, walked back and forth nearby, crushing mountains and earth with each step.

"The excavation is proceeding too quickly. If only we had another hundred years, they would certainly be no match for us." The six spy players' faces became grim, and they fell completely silent, no longer daring to approach.

Time was still far too short.

The fastest among them were currently only Level 5 wizards, not even legendary, and they understood the terror of Level 7 Epic Wizards.

"But the others should have arrived by now, right?"

Hidden in the forest, a strange cold glint flickered in their eyes. Suddenly, their forms gradually vanished into concealment. "Let's seize this opportunity to kill and plunder them!"

The Tomb Ruins.

"This isn't the artistic style of our Babylonian era at all; it looks like child's scribbles, so ugly." Medusa frowned slightly. If it weren't for the soaring cold qi phenomenon, she would have long thought it was a fake tomb.

"Nor is this the artistic style of ancient Sumerian civilization. During the Sumerian city-state era, the craftsmanship was exceptionally high, and their relief sculptures and paintings were incredibly exquisite," said Ermin. "There are only two possibilities: first, the craftsmanship of the time wasn't advanced enough, meaning these are children's murals left from an even older tribal Stone Age."

"This cannot be from an even older tribal Stone Age," Medusa shook her head, "because the murals clearly depict the world-ending Great Flood."

Ermin continued, "Then, it can only be the second possibility: the craftsmanship of the time was sufficient, but there wasn't enough time to carve exquisite reliefs, so everything had to be simplified..."

"Could it be...?"

As they spoke, both couldn't help but tremble, their eyes shining brightly.

Indeed, the murals recorded the Great Flood event, meaning this tomb was clearly built after the flood. So, who would have had the qualification to build a tomb just before the Great Flood was about to erupt?

Actually, calling the murals child's scribbles was quite a blow to Xu Zhi's ego. He had tried very hard, but he had never studied art. He had then used online antique-making techniques to simply age them and even baked the murals with fire once.

However, they didn't know or care about any of this. What if the murals were new? If it truly was the tomb of Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, no matter how strange the images, they wouldn't question it.

Because the coffin would tell them everything.

"Open it."

At this command, the coffin slowly opened.

A striking white mist emerged. Inside the coffin lay folded clothes and a long-handled white, block-like object, emitting white vapor, seemingly a longsword, stained with fresh blood, slowly appearing before everyone's eyes.

"What is this?"

Whoosh!

Medusa waved her hand, and the blood-stained dry ice floated into her grasp.

The spilled blood was also encased in the air by her immense mental power, slowly levitating. "It's terrifyingly cold. What is this? Ice? It's just like the cold anomaly that the wizards who discovered the tomb saw outside."

By now, civilization had advanced to the point where water-attribute wizards had researched this area; cooling water and the concept of ice had long been established.

"It's not ice; there are clearly no magical fluctuations, so how does it possess such coldness? And this sword's indistinct shape, could it be the legendary..." Her brow suddenly furrowed, finding it truly incredible. She then looked at the blood. "Whose blood is this..."

Medusa suddenly recalled ancient legends.

"Could it be?!"

She abruptly shook her hand, and a magic box appeared, instantly manifesting a microscope and various alchemy vials.

Over the years, she had indeed tasked wizards with expending immense effort to cultivate a spatial tool.

However, despite consuming considerable national resources, after forty or fifty years, this magic box was only at the level of a Level 4 wizard's tool, possessing a small space of just five cubic meters.

Medusa immediately began her research and instantly detected an anomaly. "The microscopic structures of any living organism undergo cycles of birth and death, yet certain structures in this blood show no sign of dying."

Blood that doesn't die??

The surrounding wizards fell silent, then suddenly grew agitated, instantly gasping in astonishment:

"The Blood of Immortality!"

Inside the tomb, everyone revealed looks of disbelief.

In ancient Sumerian mythology, Gilgamesh, unsatisfied with obtaining the "Blood of Power," attempted to kill a god and steal the "Blood of Immortality" to achieve true eternal life.

"My heavens!"

"This is the Creator's blood!"

Everyone looked on.

The Sword of Mokoliss had melted years ago for unknown reasons, transforming into a frosty mist, but the blood on it still flowed.

The entire ancient Sumerian civilization had once been destroyed for "this blood," yet now it appeared before them, alive—the Blood of Immortality... Such intoxicating and captivating divine blood.

"This is equivalent to the destruction of a glorious ancient civilization just to obtain this scarce blood..." Medusa gazed at the dark red blood; every drop was so crystal clear, so mesmerizing.

In the same era, countless individuals attempted to merge with the "Blood of Immortality," but all died without exception.

At this moment, people clearly understood that while the blood itself was immortal, it was something mortals could not endure.

*The Spear of Flourishing Witchcraft* records:

In 891 BW (Babylonian Kingdom), the Tomb of Gilgamesh reappeared, the Sword of Mokoliss was destroyed, and the Blood of Immortality emerged.

896 BW.

Five years later, with the full might of the nation and countless academic studies, centered around Emperor Medusa, some clues had subtly been uncovered.

Medusa worked day and night, consumed by extreme research fervor. "My truth, perhaps, lies within! The birth and death of cells could allow me to break through the gates of death! I will ignite divine fire and, with my own strength, break through to the Demigod realm!"

"Perhaps weakening it with a potion could neutralize it..."

"No, this power is still too violent! It's not something mortals can grasp. But if it's weakened countless times, perhaps one could possess a trace of divinity..."

On the other side.

Over the years, another nation's spy had been eliminated.

Now, they remained hidden in the shadows. The Evil God Church grew stronger, and each had witches who pledged allegiance to them, infiltrating major kingdoms as spies. They obtained some peripheral data and submitted it to real-world research institutes as a subject of study.

"What? They got the Creator's blood?"

"Oh, my God!"

"Look what they've done in that other world!?"

Immediately, in secret underground research facilities around the world, researchers in white lab coats sprang into action, incomparably excited. What was the concept of a Creator God?

All the researchers understood this clearly!

U.S. Underground Research Institute.

At the top research institute, in a large multimedia room with a giant computer screen, an elderly professor presided, pointing at the large screen with a long black pointer.

"We didn't get core data, but the blood's microscopic structure, from what we've roughly seen, is clearly not that of an Earth organism."

"If it's true, then these infinitely living cells would indeed be worthy of the name 'Blood of Immortality.' But don't you think there's a resemblance to our Earth's unique disease—cancer, specifically cancer cells?"

Island Nation Research Institute.

The same fervent scene unfolded.

"This blood seems a bit weak! Is this all there is to the Creator God's blood? Personally, I believe the Creator God's blood shouldn't be something ordinary people can interact with. Even mere evil gods are said to be unseeable and their voices unhearable."

Countless researchers debated.

Ultimately, they arrived at a more reasonable explanation.

"There might be more than one Creator God. A Creator God is an entity that transcends countless dimensions, an abstract conceptual entity of chaos within the entire multiverse. What appeared in the wizarding world might not be their true form, but merely one of their countless materialized bodies, constantly creating and destroying worlds, participating in their cycles of birth and death. Their true self should always reside in the Dimensional Courtyard."

China Underground Research Institute.

The tone was serious and extremely solemn.

"Although we could only obtain a rudimentary screenshot of the microscopic cells and thus cannot study them thoroughly, the characteristics revealed by the wizarding institute—that the cells do not die—bear too strong a resemblance to our Earth's unique terminal illness, cancer. Could it be that our Earth is also connected to the Creator God? Is it one of the worlds he created? Are we descendants of the Creator God?"

In their seats, some personnel in white lab coats discussed animatedly, unable to help but entertain such incredible ideas.

Cancer cells have always been a problem that modern science struggles to solve.

Every year, nations spend hundreds of billions in research funds, and countless medical professors strive to conquer this terminal illness.

But there was simply no way.

To this day, people only know that carcinogens can induce pathological changes in potential cancer cells within the body, but no one knows how they truly originate. It's as if they are deeply rooted in human genes, capable of mutating at any time and bringing death.

Perhaps humans possess latent divine genes, a type of immortal cell, but their bodies simply cannot withstand it?

What's even more terrifying to ponder is this:

Ancient records of Creator Gods exist everywhere. In Chinese mythology, Pangu, the "Creator God," transformed his body into all the mountains, rivers, living beings, and plants of the earth after creation, and his blood became living creatures. Could it be that we humans are truly descendants of the Creator God?

Do we have the Creator God's blood?

Soviet-Russian Research Institute.

"If that's truly the case, it's terrifying."

"The more we let spies explore in there, the more terrifying it becomes. What kind of game are we even interacting with?"

"The Dimensional Courtyard in that game, *Spore Evolution*, where the Creator God evolves cells and spore life—could he truly be the Creator God? And did he also create our Earth era?"

The more they thought about it, the more unsettling it became.

After all, an extremely terrifying coincidence had emerged:

—The Creator God's blood was somewhat similar to human blood!

To say that the Creator God had never been to Earth seemed rather hard to believe. Not only that incredibly realistic wizarding world, but even our own world might have been created by him.

They speculated boldly, yet also felt a faint sense of pride. Do we carry the Creator God's blood? Have Earthlings been guarding a treasure mountain all along, with the true treasure lying within our planet's unique disease, cancer?

It seems we need to invest more funds into cancer research!

Xu Zhi: "."

You're all right!

You're all so smart! You're powerful! So you must be right!

You're all my descendants, and I can't outtalk you! I surrender, okay?

Xu Zhi sat on his chair, taking a bite of an apple. "My dear brothers and sisters, please stop overthinking. I'm truly scared of you and have had enough. This is my orchard, and all I want is for Medusa and Ermin inside to help research alchemy potions to cure my illness. These matters have nothing to do with you!"