Chapter 315: Fame

When the true history of the wizarding world was laid bare before Medusa, her mind went blank. It was utterly unbelievable! Yet, Ermin's description was meticulously detailed, with scattered clues seamlessly connecting, all pointing to the same incredible and terrifying truth.

Within this thick sequence of mysteries... The mystery of Cthulhu's arrival! The mystery of the disappearance of the Land of Gods! The mystery of the disappearance of Hermes, God of Wisdom! All were perfectly explained.

Medusa was profoundly shaken, her mind in turmoil. Following Ermin's words, she meticulously sorted her thoughts. "So... after the God of Wisdom died, Messiah and Bai Xiaosheng were born from his corpse? One embodying emotions and desires, the other memory and wisdom? They were separated before, and Bai Xiaosheng traveled the world, which is how we encountered him? And now, they've re-merged, becoming a complete being?"

Bai Xiaosheng's existence had previously been speculated to be a residual image or reflection left by a being beyond deities, symbolizing wisdom and omniscience. Attributing it to the legacy of the deceased God of Wisdom, Mercury, perfectly explained everything.

As a level nine entity, the chief of the gods, Hermes, God of Wisdom, traveled across countless realms and was a terrifying being linked to the 'wisdom' law. It was no surprise that Bai Xiaosheng knew so much.

"This requires careful long-term planning." Medusa now understood Ermin's implication: Hermes, God of Wisdom, was an ancient being who had saved the wizarding world, the chief of the gods, and even a legendary nine-tier entity!

The wizarding world was merely a small realm under his dominion, which was once the "Land of Gods." What about the Ancient World? Bai Xiaosheng moved there. Could it be that the Ancient World also fell within this scope of dominion? Beyond deities, were these level nine beings, forming an organization to rule over individual worlds? She couldn't help but ponder, finding the prospect unknown and terrifying.

Regardless, with the two worlds now at war, the struggle for this ancient entity — who once ruled countless worlds and transcended all of them — was profoundly crucial!

"Bai Xiaosheng, what should I do next..." Medusa's expression tightened as the image of the black-haired, black-eyed Messiah Emperor appeared in her mind. Her face grew grave, contemplating something unknown.

On the edge of the dark-red bar, the black clock tower stood tall, as a cold night wind swept through.

"It's getting colder and colder." Xu Zhi sat atop the tower, draped in a black cloak, gazing across the city below, with its old Western European-style architecture. On a cold night, after fifty years, many people walked the streets in thick scarves and gloves.

"Hila, why don't you go back and take over the caravan?" Xu Zhi asked. "Your revenge has been exacted. The caravans and powers in nearby cities are now leaderless. If you wish, they can all be yours."

"Uncle Messiah, do you want to send me away? I don't want to go back to managing the caravan. I want to stay by your side," Hila said softly, pouring wine nearby. After embarking on the potion cultivation system, her skin had grown fairer, her freckles had vanished, and she had transformed into a graceful, full-figured young woman.

The advancement of one's realm is essentially an evolution of life's fundamental level. No true powerhouse is ugly. Even a pig, if it cultivated to a high level, would become exceptionally beautiful. Of course, Liu Wenjian was an exception; despite the tempering and cleansing of his body by his sword, his appearance remained relatively ordinary. Due to the unique nature of her power system, she remained a mortal.

"I'm not driving you away. You can stay as long as you like. It's just that everyone has their own life, their own pursuits," Xu Zhi smiled. He was quite considerate of this girl who stammered when nervous. After all, he had watched her grow up, and her stubborn yet brave and responsible personality suited Xu Zhi's temperament. However, it was difficult for her to become a powerhouse; her cultivation aptitude was very ordinary, even making it hard for her to cultivate before. It was better for her to enjoy life now. After all, most people in this world are ordinary.

"My life, my pursuit in life, is to stay by your side, Uncle... to witness all your glory," Hila replied earnestly, smiling. "After all, inheriting Father Mohank's caravan feels so boring. And with two worlds at war, we might lose and have no tomorrow. I find the current power struggles incredibly dull."

Xu Zhi was speechless.

"Uncle Messiah, can I ask you a question?" She poured him a glass of wine, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist speaking.

"Ask away," Xu Zhi said, sipping his wine.

"Everyone in the bar is full of doubts, wanting to ask but not daring to. Have you... truly lived for a thousand years?" Hila's voice was soft and frail, evoking a sense of pity. She couldn't help but add, "You... aren't a god yet, are you?"

Xu Zhi chuckled, taking a bite of fruit. "Yes, I am not a god. I will age and die. I merely used a special method to enter a deep sleep... For the entire world, nothing is truly eternal. Even gods do not have true immortality; their lifespans also have an end, though very long, they simply haven't reached the end of their life cycle."

Hila thought seriously. "Like the history you told us? The great Hero King, the Three Witches, the Alchemist Emperor? Yes, they all vanished into history. So... what about the Origin Demon God who gained the Blood of Immortality?"

"That's another form; there's no end to their lifespan, but they can still be killed," Xu Zhi said, his gaze softening as he gently stroked Hila's smooth hair. "Don't think too much. You're different from your philandering father. You are too young and have your own path. There's no need to always stay by my side. After you've had your revenge, you can do whatever you want. Don't listen to all the nonsense those quasi-emperors in the bar spout all day."

"I..." Hila leaned in, enjoying the closeness, her face flushing even more. As her hair was stroked, she secretly squinted at the mysterious ancient emperor, with his black hair and dark eyes.

He was handsome, his eyes like the most brilliant stars in the night sky, radiating faint silver light, as he calmly overlooked the entire city of Will.

From her childhood to adulthood, Uncle Messiah's appearance had never changed. Hila had seen many powerful figures in the bar, but only Uncle Messiah was different, uniquely different!

He possessed none of the world-shaking dominance or decisive, blood-soaked ruthlessness of a true powerhouse. Even the righteous hero Yuke, who protected all beings and his people, had eyes that held a hint of bloodlust and fierceness. But this emperor, he had none of that!

He was as approachable as nature itself, drawing people in, exuding a warm and relaxing aura.

"You're telling history, deliberately attracting many, many powerhouses. Many quasi-emperors have already come to the bar, and soon, I fear, emperors will arrive..."

She whispered, pursing her lips, "You said before that you might lose your life next. Are you waiting for them to come for you...?"

Hila was not foolish.

As the most ancient, first-generation Messiah Emperor, he must possess astonishing secrets; otherwise, he wouldn't know so many terrifying historical truths.

And by deliberately spreading his secrets, speaking them openly, he was waiting for other emperors to seek him out... From beginning to end, he had been deliberately orchestrating everything.

"Yes, I'm waiting for an..." Xu Zhi paused. "...waiting for an experience, a fated encounter. I look forward to it. People always need to go through certain things to understand their true selves."

"Uncle, you want to understand your true self?" Hila brushed her hair, looking shocked. As an ordinary person, she couldn't understand why someone would willingly face death just to comprehend their true self. Is this what it means to be a powerhouse? To pursue strength, to understand one's inner being, one can abandon their life? She didn't understand, but it didn't hinder her admiration. "How amazing."

Xu Zhi's heart was calm, but he wondered why no one had shown up after so many days of waiting. A certain Creator God, ready for a challenge! But where was the promised challenge?

Xu Zhi waited and waited. Finally, unable to resist, he asked the Wisdom Sub-brain what they were doing. Only then did he learn about their private communication and the matter of that letter.

He was stunned on the spot. Xu Zhi: ???

"You two are unbelievable!" he thought. "I'd already laid myself out for a beating, specifically spreading history to cause a city-wide stir, exposing Bai Xiaosheng as a hostage in my hands, ready to be challenged... and you two were so cautious and hyper-analytical, wildly overthinking things?? This is truly difficult for me!"

Xu Zhi took a sip of wine, grabbed a fruit from the chair, and bit into it. "Why do you all love to concoct such complete theories... This theory actually sounds quite compelling. But as compensation for not giving me that fight, this background setting is now mine."

Previously, he hadn't thought so much about it. He was full of inconsistencies and spent all day secretly pondering how to fill the gaps in the Land of Gods. The God of Wisdom, Mercury, had been missing for some time, and he dared not appear before Ermin, as any appearance would betray him... Who knew that now, the final loophole in the wizarding world had been perfectly patched up?

"Simply perfect." Xu Zhi's expression was strange. "This way, I'm spared the trouble of building the Land of Gods, and I can finally stop relying on the sub-brain. After all, your imagined settings are far more complete... Yes! You weren't wrong! My deepest secret as Emperor Messiah has actually been discovered by you. From today onwards, I am the will born from the corpse of Hermes, God of Wisdom—Emperor Messiah, master of revelry and wine."

I successfully impersonated myself.