Chapter 316: Long History, Troubles in Will City

Xu Zhi suddenly felt that this kind of life was very easy. He no longer had to pretend. Before, he would spend all day sitting on a chair in front of the courtyard, eating apples, and pondering how to concoct stories about Mercury, the God of Wisdom, and how to construct the incredibly difficult blueprints for the Map of the Gods... It was as if a heavy stone that had long weighed on his heart had finally fallen, and he felt much more relaxed. Playing himself was simply effortless.

But was it really that hard to get beaten up?

"Since they won't hit me... perhaps I need to find a way to get a much more brutal beating... Forget it, since it didn't work, I'll just go with the flow from now on."

Xu Zhi's gaze grew serious. Breaking through to become a Rank Seven Daoist Emperor was still quite difficult. It depended heavily on chance. Some people broke through during a difficult battle, like Medusa, who was brutally beaten by the Alchemy Emperor back then and broke through to Rank Seven just before death. Perhaps that's why she became obsessed with being beaten and turned into a battle maniac.

More powerful individuals, however, needed various life experiences and trials, like Wen Liujian and Hu Rennong, who rolled in the dust of the mortal world, experienced pain and despair, and then rose again.

Of course, there was also the "Lucky Emperor" type like Mengmei, who struggled for half her life without hope, started to give up on herself before death, and traveled everywhere in the mortal realm. Yet, through a chance encounter with an old acquaintance and a moment of contemplation during a heavy rain, she gained enlightenment and peacefully broke through. When you crave it, it doesn't come; when you give up, it quietly descends. The Dao Heart and truth are truly mysterious, staunch proponents of Murphy's Law.

What could Xu Zhi do? To be honest, he himself felt quite desperate! He didn't know what he needed to experience now, but just waiting patiently wouldn't lead to a breakthrough. He also understood his own weakness; he had only cultivated for just over a month to reach Rank Six, which was far less experience and fewer trials compared to the powerhouses of several sandbox transcendent worlds, lacking experience in combat against peers of the same realm.

But since he was stopped now, he could only give up. He thought for a moment and calmed down: "Since this method isn't working and isn't stirring things up, I'll just finish the last part quickly and then leave."

Xu Zhi spent the following time at leisure, continuing to recount history in the bar, correcting the truth for the wizarding world of the Potion Age, making some contributions while being idle, and helping their civilization become more complete. After all, he was pleased to see the world's progress.

In a bar in Will City, a bard continued his storytelling. "It is said that the Alchemy Emperor, Grantham, opened the door to the truth of alchemy, researched aerial alchemy airships, defeated Medusa, and imprisoned her on the Gorgon Alchemy Island, located beyond the great ocean of Okeanos, in the Land of Night."

"What?" Everyone was astonished, and all the Quasi-Emperors around them fell silent. They were shocked once again, each time with more impact than the last. And as Xu Zhi's narration became faster and more refined, the shock it delivered grew even more astonishing. "So that's it! The Origin Demon God Medusa was once imprisoned for centuries..." "This... this... this!"

Before this, they had been waiting for this moment in history for a long time. Why did the forbidden art "Gilgamesh" fail? It was deeply buried in their hearts. The moment of revelation was like a fine wine that had been brewing for a long time, slowly developing its captivating aroma amidst ever-increasing anticipation. Now, uncorking the bottle and drinking it all in was a moment of sheer exhilaration!

And now, with this terrifying piece of history revealed, it indeed astonished everyone, far exceeding all their expectations. The Alchemy Emperor's alchemy could transcend a realm in combat? A Rank Six legend possessing Rank Seven epic combat power? This was simply unheard of! Truly worthy of being called Grantham, the wisest and most powerful Alchemy Emperor in history!

However, a new question arose among the crowd: Was it really okay to speak of Medusa, the Monarch Emperor, like this in a bar? Although it was true history, it concerned the current ruler! Uncovering her past defeat, gossiping about her—this was Medusa, the Origin Demon God, the supreme primordial Demon God of all things!

They suddenly grew nervous. Given Medusa's severity and personality, they could already foresee the fate of this Monarch Emperor Messiah... He would definitely... die a horrific death! Perhaps even be unable to die! As a Demon God, there were simply too many ways to torture a soul. They were still Quasi-Emperors, powerless.

"What a pity! Monarch Emperor Messiah is about to be..." "Speaking historical truths is good, but..." "Perhaps it would be better to wait another thousand years, to reveal this history after the departure of this supreme contemporary being..." "How long must we wait? We won't even be around then! And will Medusa, the immortal Demon God, truly die? In reality, it makes no difference when it's told." "Let's go, or we'll be caught in the crossfire..." "I'm leaving too! The terrifying temperament of that ancient being... just thinking about it sends chills down my spine!!"

"Yes, it's said that the Origin Demon God Medusa once invited Monarch Emperor Peterhan to admire flowers with her. She smiled and said the purplish-blue flower was red, as vibrantly red as a rose. But Monarch Emperor Peterhan insisted the flower was purplish-blue... What happened then? Could the Origin Demon God be wrong?... The next second, she turned hostile instantly, and he was beaten to death on the spot..." Someone's voice trembled with fear, their body shaking just thinking about it.

"I've heard about that too, and it's even more terrifying. It was supposedly just an excuse; it's said that the supreme Demon God had long been eyeing Emperor Peterhan's peerless combat strength and sought a way to challenge him. As it turned out, Monarch Emperor Peterhan's combat strength was very weak, and he was brutally beaten to death, which greatly disappointed her!" "That's truly terrifying!"

Many Quasi-Emperors felt their hearts pound in fear. "No wonder, throughout history for the past thousand years, successive Monarch Emperors have hidden their strength and fallen into slumber... There's only one reason: they feared that supreme being would come knocking..." "This is the thousand-year fear that has dominated the entire Potion Age, the Origin Demon God Medusa, a crushing weight on countless powerhouses... Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle! Monarch Emperor Messiah, by exposing this, his fate will be far more terrifying than anything before..."

"I, I won't leave! I don't think it will be so brutal as to affect innocent bystanders. Anyway, this is definitely the most significant event in my life; I am witnessing history unfold!!" "Ridiculous! Just wait for death then. If Monarch Emperor Messiah doesn't die after such provocation, I'll strip naked and run ten laps around Will City!" A Half-Orc Quasi-Emperor laughed and walked out of the bar.

Many rumors and whispers circulated through Will City, filled with regret. This was a seeker of historical truth, a Monarch Emperor willing to sacrifice his life to restore history! Messiah's mysterious origins were gradually being sung about, perhaps destined to become a new historical epic in the distant future, having, in that very bar on that very day, spoken himself into divinity! Becoming a myth! Yet everyone knew that the fate awaiting him was that ancient Monarch Emperors would personally intervene, besieging him to see how long he could last... It might even be Monarch Emperor Medusa herself, taking action to brutally beat him into a bloody mist!

Some Quasi-Emperors, out of fear, gradually began to leave. The entire bar began to thin out, but some still insisted on listening.

"Uncle Messiah..." That night, as the bar closed, Hila tidied the tables, her expression gentle but tinged with bitterness. "Perhaps... you shouldn't speak anymore? Is this why you appeared? To bring truth to this world? No wonder you said earlier that someone would come for you sooner or later... But is it really that important to correct the historical record, even at the cost of your life?" "It's fine. I'm waiting for him to come," Xu Zhi replied calmly. "It's better to tell this thousand-year history from beginning to end." Hila smiled bitterly. Was this a martyr? A wizard pursuing truth, heedless of death? She suddenly said no more, but quietly stayed in the bar, awaiting the arrival of the unknown danger. As an ordinary person, being able to witness the truth of history was already the happiest thing in her life.