Chapter 320: Soaring Upward to Ninety Thousand Miles

Under the desolate, pitch-black night, a biting wind blew. A black, intricately carved carriage sped forward. Inside, the carriage was lavishly furnished with thick, luxurious animal furs, and small, exquisite pieces of furniture lined the sides, making it feel like a miniature room.

Xu Zhi was leisurely eating food inside the carriage. Beside him, Sheila sat quietly, helping peel fruit, constantly pulling out fine wine and glasses from her spatial ring and meticulously arranging them.

"Uncle Messiah truly knows how to enjoy himself..." Sheila continued to arrange things diligently, thinking, "He truly lives up to his title as the Great Monarch Emperor who presides over gardens and fine wines."

While preparing, Sheila couldn't help but ask, "What exactly is happening?"

Xu Zhi took a bite of fruit and replied calmly, "In another world, the Primordial World, earth-shattering changes are taking place... They are making big moves, planning something monumental... Our history has already been recounted in the tavern; now we can go to the Blood Realm to witness current history."

"Recounted past history, witness current history?" Sheila's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "We're going to a battlefield? To witness history? Ah! Does that mean they can actually threaten us? Didn't you say that world is very weak now, and their Epic Emperor powerhouses are extremely rare?"

Xu Zhi said, "Even in the most dire straits, incredible miracles can occur... History is full of miracles and reversals. Didn't the Alchemist Emperor's later years show the same?"

Sheila didn't quite understand. However, the mysterious later years of the Alchemist Emperor, with all his defying-the-heavens rises, were indeed astonishing.

Xu Zhi continued, eating his fruit as the sweet juice overflowed from his taste buds, "This is hard to explain clearly. You'll understand once you're there. Their world may seem weak, but it shouldn't be underestimated. They are still in their prime, advancing rapidly, unlike the Potion Era, which, despite a thousand years of glorious development, has fallen into a bottleneck... This is one of the reasons why the Demon God Medusa wants to start a war; she wants to break this stagnant water."

Sheila was stunned. She truly couldn't comprehend the world of powerful figures. "Must there be killing? Wouldn't it be better for both sides to live in peace?"

Xu Zhi glanced at her. "So-called slaughter, war, bloodshed, death... these are not merely the will of the demon gods; they are the will of all powerful beings—the Great Potion Monarch Emperors, and even the Heavenly Emperors of the Primordial World... they all condone this, yearning for a form of death to understand the meaning of their own existence."

"Why? Why would this be!?" Sheila trembled, disbelief in her voice. "Is this disaster, then, something they tacitly approve of?"

Xu Zhi looked out the carriage window at the pitch-black sky. "It is cruel, but it is reality. In the transcendent world, only those at the bottom and middle tiers experience suffering. Those in power at the top—the Great Monarch Emperors and deities—naturally benefit to varying degrees.

"Every powerful being yearns for a grand, satisfying battle, to advance bravely through the currents of adversity and conflict. They all possess an invincible spirit, firmly believing they are unbeatable... They have reached the pinnacle of their cultivation. All that awaits them is decline, old age, and being swallowed by the long river of history, to become a splashing white wave, rising only to merge back into the river.

"They have been slumbering until now, waiting for this very period, waiting for the day they can rise with the wind, soaring ninety thousand li high... They wish to leap out of the currents of history, transform into birds, eternally fixed in the sky, becoming deities overlooking the river of history, observing the rise and fall of dynasties through generations... Supreme, with boundless power, and a long and vast lifespan—that is what they truly desire!"

Xu Zhi spoke softly: "This is the truth of the world."

In Sheila's mind, something seemed to explode, shaking her to her core. Before, she might not have understood, but now, having heard of the long history, she seemed to grasp this pursuit somewhat.

"Don't think of powerful beings as too profound; they are also mortals, just like your father, Mohank, who sought to strengthen his caravan, rule several nearby cities, and possess many beautiful women... Their pursuit is simply for something better." Xu Zhi's voice was incredibly calm, yet held a certain charm, "Longevity, power, eternity, an Eighth-level Mythical life..."

Sheila seemed to grasp his meaning somewhat and quickly asked, "This is an opportunity? They are all Great Monarch Emperors from history, who once dominated an era, were invincible in their time, and possessed countless trump cards. They don't believe they will die now; instead, they expect to transcend!"

"But... but..." Sheila suddenly fell silent, then whimpered, trembling uncontrollably. "They don't believe they will die? No matter how powerful they are... someone always has to die. They may have been unique in a certain period of history, but in current history, they will not be the only ones."

"You've seen through a lot." Xu Zhi explained earnestly, "This battle will determine who among the two sides can transcend and become one of their supreme existences."

Xu Zhi looked out the carriage window. Or perhaps... this battle is too intense; the war between the two worlds won't give birth to just one deity...

Xu Zhi shook his head. He couldn't know how many there would be. But it would certainly be the greatest energy feedback in history. They want someone to transcend, and Xu Zhi will also receive feedback... In a sense, their goals are the same; he simply needed to ignore it and observe from the sidelines.

As for the Dao Heart... that remained a problem, something he needed to ponder and worry about.

Meanwhile, in the Primordial World, with several red-named players and a host of online users, how could they possibly wait idly for death? They were already causing chaos behind the scenes!

At this moment, Sheila couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what exactly is the matter with you, the Demon God, and your secret? Who... who exactly are you?"

She yearned to know, her heart was truly brimming with curiosity, an unbearable itch gnawing at her.

Xu Zhi sighed helplessly. It was a misunderstanding. However, with Medusa's personality, she naturally didn't care about others' misunderstandings or opinions. And as for who he truly was? Explaining it according to Medusa's and Armin's interpretations wouldn't be easy either.

Xu Zhi replied, "That is not something you should know at this moment."

"Oh, I see." Sheila nodded, not asking further. She continued to fulfill her duties as a servant, busy serving tea and water.

"These guys are causing trouble again. Your ideas are quite bold."

After reassuring Sheila, he sat in the carriage, eating, while projecting a semi-transparent screen from his wisdom sub-brain directly before him. It was the "Spore Evolution" game forum, where posts were being sent frantically.

They were turning everything upside down! Given their personalities, how could they possibly sit back and wait for death?

At this moment, a post had been pinned to the top; it was a declaration of war: "Epic War! Brothers, beat the war drums! Online Crusade Against Our Old Foe, Medusa! Reverse the Desperate Situation!"

Xu Zhi smiled; it had indeed begun. "Just as well, I'll take a look."

Just as he was about to browse the posts, quietly observe the enemy camp, and scout the players' every move, an astonishing piece of information was sent by his wisdom sub-brain:

"Someone is exploring the location of the Zerg Mother Queen's orchard."