Chapter 678: Recollecting Ancient History Again

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The cute girl's eyes were also burning with anticipation.

This was the moment she had been waiting for.

In her opinion, Hermes and Caroline, now face to face, would surely discuss some terrifying historical truths.

She muttered seriously under her breath, "To see Hermes! If I'm not mistaken, Caroline, this is your true, fundamental goal in coming to this world."

In the cute girl's eyes, there had to be a significant connection between the Ancient God and the fallen Hermes, both Ninth-Tier beings. Players even speculated that the Ancient God might have been the one who killed Hermes.

Caroline must have come to see the fallen Ninth-Tier.

And Hermes, it was previously revealed, might also be a player?

An immortal who ascended from ancient Earth?

A terrifying, ancient Ninth-Tier existence!

That's why she had approached Caroline, trying to subtly extract some truths.

Now was the perfect moment.

"What should I ask?" Caroline hesitated, then said, "How can I become the next you, and shoulder that terrifying mission?"

The cute girl was full of questions.

What did that mean? What was going on?

What did "become the next you" mean? To be killed like him? Or to break through to the Ninth-Tier like him?

And what was that terrifying mission?

Her heart trembled. She felt that this was a terrifying and vast, mysterious ancient history, far more perplexing than they had imagined. Could it be that the Ancient God killing Hermes wasn't so simple after all?

But why did he possess Hermes' remains?

For a moment, the cute girl's mind went blank.

The Ancient God!

The mysterious figure buzzed in her mind, along with that overwhelmingly domineering statement from years ago: "Then I shall seal off destiny; you yourselves shall decide your future!"

"Brothers and sisters, something big has happened!"

The cute girl quickly and secretly posted, "Based on my persistent tailing of Caroline, the ancient history of this universe is far more complex than we imagined."

"As for what happened next, stay tuned!"

At this very moment.

"To become me?" The farmer slowly raised his hoe and continued tilling the land. "Do you mean to become a farmer like me? Do you see this farmland?"

Caroline looked at the farmland.

Winter was descending upon the land. Many rice paddies in the field had withered, with only half remaining alive. The farmer was hoeing away the dead and withered plants, seemingly intending to replant.

"Becoming a farmer isn't easy. You need immense patience, to endure loneliness, and to cultivate the land, ignoring passersby along the edge of the rice field paths," the farmer said.

Caroline nodded. "I understand the principles. The Ninth-Tier is a long path, and I can endure loneliness and the passage of others. But I'm afraid I won't catch up."

"You want some help to move faster?" The farmer suddenly put down his hoe.

Caroline nodded.

This was a very realistic concern.

This narrow path was too long; she hoped to walk it faster.

"What is the Ninth-Tier?" the farmer asked.

The cute girl's face darkened.

Why was this the exact same question asked of the gods back then?

Was he going to provide the same answer again, using the conversation between Messiah and King Wesley?

At that moment, Caroline paused slightly, then still replied, "The Ninth-Tier is an aggregate life form of a hundred billion cells, a world converged into one."

"That's the concept. What then?" the farmer asked.

"The specific process is the fusion of soul and body – the entire soul, completely and utterly merging into a hundred trillion cells!"

She paused, contemplating, "The entire soul and will of a person are cast into the physical body, imprinting every single one of the hundred trillion cells with their soul mark!"

"That's enough. The answer has already been given," the farmer said, putting down his hoe. He tidied up by the field and prepared to go home.

"This?"

Caroline opened her eyes, looking completely puzzled.

Just a few simple sentences?

"Too young," the cute girl said. "Coming from another world to seek advice from a Zen master, yet not understanding Hermes' habits."

The cute girl, conversely, looked normal, with an 'I-knew-it' expression, resting her chin in her hand, pondering the riddle.

"Hermes is extremely unfathomable," the cute girl explained seriously. "It seems he foresaw that people would seek his answers in the distant future, and typically revealed them in the most ancient times."

Caroline looked bewildered. "How is that possible?"

"Right! The reason you don't know is because you haven't seen this part of history yet; it happened quite recently," the cute girl said, smiling, and then recounted that piece of history to Caroline.

"This!?"

After listening, Caroline felt a jolt throughout her body.

The cute girl said, "It's like before, when the gods went to see that teacher. The answer they sought was actually already given to us through the words Emperor Messiah spoke to Wesley upon his arrival."

"Similarly, Hermes once told Armin the coordinates of another world. Armin only recalled that piece of history after going back and thinking deeply about it."

"Every question's answer was already written in thousands of years of history? Is it really that mystical?" Even Caroline found this incredible.

And now, which piece of history was relevant?

Had the mystery of the Ninth-Tier also been revealed already?

She kept pondering it carefully.

*Thud, thud, thud.*

The farmer began gathering his things and headed back along the village path.

The two silently trailed behind, deep in thought, showing no unusual behavior as they followed the farmer back to the village after he finished his work.

The farmer entered the village, shed his thick outer coat, and, wearing only a thin vest in the cold weather, went to the neighboring blacksmith shop, Jack's Farm Tools Blacksmith.

"Here to help?" The blacksmith shop owner was a burly man with a hairy chest, shirtless, swinging a large hammer and constantly striking glowing hot iron.

*Clang! Clang!*

The entire blacksmith shop was scorching hot.

The farmer, having just entered, also began to light a forge, picked up a hammer, and started tirelessly refining iron.

It seemed that after tilling his fields, the farmer would usually help out with odd jobs at the village blacksmith shop for some drinking money. This was the farmer's daily routine.

"Sword forging..."

Caroline suddenly remembered something. She seemed to recall this scene from an ancient mythological story, and she pondered, trying to remember: "A blacksmith? Ancient Jianghu? Right! One of the young maidens from the Liu family, a sword-forging clan, later became the foremost assassin of Jianghu, Liu Rentu."

She was also the leader of Mount Shu, Liu Wenjian.

Caroline suddenly stood motionless outside the blacksmith shop, murmuring a passage describing the story:

"After her family was destroyed, Liu Wenjian became consumed by madness."

"She hated her own uselessness, that she wasn't a man. She hated that she had diligently studied knowledge but couldn't wield a hammer."

"She hated her powerlessness even more—her meridians were blocked, preventing cultivation, and thus she couldn't take revenge. She wailed and cried hysterically, even pushing her own arm, alive, into the forge."

"She had gone mad. With her hatred, despair, and sorrow, mingled with blood and tears, she wielded a small hammer, enduring excruciating pain in the blazing fire, and forged her own arm."

"She poured her lifelong blood, tears, hatred, and soul's will into various divine metals and treasures, forcefully forging them into her arm, and then severed it to create a sword."

"She named the sword 'Bing Yi Sword,' signifying that her great affliction had passed."

This description was incredibly plain, yet saturated with blood.

What shocked Caroline even more was the realization: "She poured her lifelong hatred, blood, tears, and soul's will into her arm, forcefully forging them—this is the fusion of soul and flesh!"

"Mount Shu!"

She suddenly turned her head, as if seeing the Ninth-Tier truth, written thousands of years ago.