Chapter 318: Medusa's Messenger

A piece of news quickly spread through many cities of the Potion Era:

Emperor Messiah, who had been recounting the history of the past thousand years, was nearing the end of his narration and was about to speak of his own era!

"His own era?"

"Will he mark the end of history with his own reign as Emperor Messiah from a thousand years ago?"

Many people's expressions subtly changed. They sensed a profound weight, and also the mystery and power of Emperor Messiah, who had awakened from ancient times. It was astonishing that he was recounting his own ancient era from a thousand years ago as the culmination of history.

If he was indeed speaking of his own era, would he reveal his life story? Would he disclose the secret of his millennium-long existence? Would he unveil his true identity? Would he explain how he came to know both ancient and modern times?

"If we don't go and listen to this ancient, thousand-year history, we will regret it for the rest of our lives," a powerful individual remarked calmly.

"Go, even if there's a chance of death, even if encountering the Demon God's dispatched Emperors sent to capture and kill Emperor Messiah would implicate me, I must still go."

"This risk is worth taking."

Countless people were stirred, flocking to the event.

Originally, some had decided to flee and avoid getting entangled in the precarious situation. However, their curiosity got the better of them, and they quickly rushed back, returning to Will City. Curiosity, which can kill a cat, could also prove fatal to humans.

At this moment, the name of Emperor Messiah resounded throughout the entire continent of the Potion Era. In the eyes of the present generation, the history of the past was unfolding anew as a vast panorama.

Xu Zhi, however, was calm that night. The era of Messiah marked the beginning of the Potion Era, and for him, it was also the grand finale of his historical recounting, bringing it to a complete close. The subsequent periods of the Potion Era were not far off in time, and people had naturally recorded them clearly, having not lost their own potion civilization, so there was no need for him to narrate those.

"The era of Messiah was brief. Once I finish speaking tomorrow, I will leave the bar," Xu Zhi said at the dinner table.

"Where will you go once you've finished speaking?" At the dinner table, Sheila became incredibly nervous, even starting to stammer, her words jumbled. "Aren't you waiting for the ancient Emperors of history to arrive and make a move against Uncle?"

Xu Zhi calmly replied, "They most likely won't come, no matter how many more secrets I reveal or how much more envious they become."

Sheila's mind went blank. "They won't come? What does that mean?"

Did the Emperors fear him...? Her eyes suddenly flashed with incredulity as she looked at the young man's back, with his black hair and black eyes, constantly trying to process her thoughts. Did this mean that the Emperors who had dominated their respective ancient Potion Eras were all afraid of him, Emperor Messiah?

What about the Origin Demon God? Surely, they wouldn't be afraid?

Sheila's mind kept pondering the meaning, and like other quasi-emperors, she was filled with intense anticipation. Anticipation! Anticipation for tomorrow's truth! Her gaze was fervent, and her delicate body, as she arranged the liquor shelf behind the bar, began to tremble. Like all the other listeners and powerful individuals, she eagerly awaited the final day's historical recounting—the era of Uncle Messiah, the Emperor who single-handedly suppressed the entire world!

The next day, it was still a pitch-black night. The nights on this land had lasted for fifty years, perpetually shrouded in profound darkness.

The entirety of Will City was densely packed with people, more than ever before. It had reached an unprecedented peak, gathering powerful individuals from nearly half of the Potion Continent, which was truly astounding. Such a grand occasion had not been seen in a century. Only during the coronations of previous Emperors in the royal capital had such a spectacle occurred.

At this point, Xu Zhi had been speaking for some time. "At that time, Brohm, the King of the Beastmen, had ventured deep into human territory, using gene potions to continuously transform humans into beastmen. Gradually, he amassed an army of tens of thousands of beastmen, infecting and assimilating along the way, advancing rapidly in a surprise attack. The royal capital was soon breached, and Emperor Wesley fled. At that time, Albert arrived from the border; his impetuous actions dashed the last hopes of humanity, and the human kingdom faced imminent extinction."

The people around listened quietly, with utmost seriousness.

"But then, in the mountains where they were cornered, a being suddenly descended from the sky... He called himself Messiah. No one knew where he came from or where he was going; he was the most mysterious Emperor in all of potion history. At that time, he was not there to save humanity, but to unite the entire land..." Xu Zhi's voice was calm, as if narrating someone else's story.

Good heavens! Was he really just going to continue like this? After listening for some time, some people felt that something was amiss. He was merely narrating from a bystander's perspective, with no intention of revealing his own identity. They had come with great expectations, but he didn't reveal any crucial secrets, leaving many unsatisfied. It was too tantalizing!

"Damn it! Just as I suspected!"

"We had already guessed it would be in the same style as before—he would speak, but not in detail. From the perspective of a bard, just like before, he wouldn't reveal the true origins of the Alchemist Emperor, where he truly came from, nor would he discuss the specific method Emperor Almin used to achieve godhood..."

"Then... why wouldn't he speak of it?"

"Could there be another hidden reason?"

"Perhaps it's the most terrifying secret in world history, one we are not meant to hear!"

Despite having anticipated this, they still felt a pang of disappointment. They had risked their lives to come, hoping to hear a grand finale, to uncover the true history of the world and Emperor Messiah's own secrets. But he revealed nothing?

Sheila, however, listened with utmost seriousness, her ears perked up, afraid of missing a single word. For her, her uncle's true identity wasn't important, nor did she, as an ordinary person, care about any earth-shattering secrets he might be hiding. Instead, she longed to hear about the glorious era when her Uncle Messiah single-handedly ruled the world.

The black-haired, black-eyed young man continued speaking in the bar. "He pacified the entire era, yet he did not rule over the world. He had no ambition for power, but instead traveled throughout the world, enjoying fine wine and leisurely strolls..." As the bard spoke, he suddenly saw something interesting, and a faint smile played in his eyes.

A translucent specter flickered into existence in the bar. It was an elderly human with white hair and a withered face, yet his eyes were not cloudy like an old man's, but shone like the brightest stars. Sheila had never seen eyes that shone with such brilliance.

"Albert, it's been a thousand years since we met, and you've certainly aged beyond recognition," Xu Zhi said.

Those around them trembled. Was this the legendary figure, the strongest knight of that era, just mentioned in the historical narrative?

Albert. Messiah.

Two figures recorded a thousand years ago, from the most ancient mythical era, had appeared. Those present were stunned, overwhelmed by a sense of unreality.

"This is bad!"

"Just as expected, someone came!"

Some people reacted, their expressions gradually stiffening as they looked at Albert. This was Albert, the second Potion Emperor in history after the Messiah Era. He had long served the deities of the underworld and was undoubtedly here to exact retribution. Given Medusa's character, Emperor Messiah could not escape death.

"If only I had known, I wouldn't have come to listen!"

"We're dead!"

"We are truly doomed!"

Commotion erupted in the bar. Many people's faces turned ashen with shock and terror, and they began to tremble, terrified by the terrifying aura of the demon god. They had originally harbored a sliver of hope, but they had still walked right into it.