Chapter 4: Demon God Embryo

Seeing the giant rat guard approaching, Jiang Yan turned and ran, swiftly bursting through the back door and sprinting desperately through the narrow corridor; before fleeing, he couldn't forget to hurl a taunt:

"General Lu, you waste, I'm off first! If you want to kill me, go chop down this mischievous guard!"

"Squeak!"

The giant rat guard wanted to pursue, but a slash swept from the ruins, instantly tearing off its left arm, which fell to the ground with a "plop" alongside the Jade Jade Ruyi, turning into a pile of scorched black rice.

In the biting wind lurked boiling murderous intent.

"To be targeted by you lot proves this kid isn't simple; at least he's a Natural Spirit Body..."

Within the ruins, stones shattered, and severed limbs and hooves protruded, bending slightly like spider legs to stand on the ground, pulling General Lu out from inside with a twisted posture.

It waved its hand, the great flag flew into its grasp, and it stared coldly at the giant rat guard before it.

As for Jiang Yan's goading tactic, he didn't care...

Just kidding!

A mere southerner, truly arrogant!

"Squeak squeak!"

The giant rat guard lowered its head, emitting a sharp cry, opened its massive mouth to eat the fatty meat held in its right arm, gnawing fiercely with its rodent teeth as grease splattered everywhere.

Splash!

The next second, rice grains gushed from the severed arm's gap on the giant rat guard, rapidly gathering together to form a new arm that picked up the Jade Jade Ruyi again.

Limb regeneration!

Seeing this, General Lu's gaze turned mocking:

"Using living beings as rice meat... what difference is there between the so-called Rice God and us?"

"You, go capture that kid for me; we must use the flesh and blood of present-day people to anchor the coordinates, or once time runs out, we'll all be swept back by the river."

"Roar roar roar!"

As the words fell, wild boar riders surged out, crawling along the bluestone streets and walls, chasing deep into the street.

On the other side,

Jiang Yan, running for his life, finally reached a Chinese herbal medicine shop, found the underground secret chamber he had visited before, rushed straight in, and locked it from the inside.

But Jiang Yan knew these monsters could smell him, so being found was inevitable.

He just needed time...

Time to think calmly.

If someone witnessing the sickness of the River of History must face these monsters washed ashore, then...

What is the Method of the Scheme?

Could being chosen by the River of History mean a certain death ending?

No, that's wrong.

If so, the River of History would have no need to give him hints.

Just as humans don't pay attention to an ant's death, because the ant holds no value to them.

But to gain attention, one must demonstrate their value.

So, where is the Method of the Scheme?

As Jiang Yan's thoughts raced, he could already hear the approaching hoofbeats and the sound of houses being shattered.

Those were the monsters closing in.

"What exactly is it?"

Jiang Yan looked around the empty room with no thoughts, after all, this was his first contact with the supernatural system.

The only supernatural power he had felt up close, besides these monsters, was the omnipresent, drifting dust of history...

Wait!

Jiang Yan froze, suddenly realizing: how could this dust of history appear in an underground secret chamber?

It's everywhere; could its function be merely to give him mission hints?

The River of History is sick, not dead.

From its crying, one can judge it is unwilling to be infected, so it must seek self-preservation.

Recalling how he entered this eerie world... the dust of history would not approach due to his rejection.

That means...

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Feeling the vibrations grow closer, Jiang Yan decisively made a decision, suppressed the rejection in his heart, and reached out to actively touch the dust of history.

Hiss hiss hiss!

The moment he touched it, the endless dust instantly erupted, swarming forward to form a tide that swallowed him.

Deep in Jiang Yan's consciousness, the noisy, sorrowful crying became clear again; the sorrowful emotion spread, annoying Jiang Yan, and he spoke word by word:

"What's there to cry about? If you're sick, just cure it, no?"

"If others can't, then I'll cure it!"

As the words fell, the River of History's crying abruptly stopped; the endless dust of history churned, gathering deep in his consciousness into a rust-colored light orb.

At the same time, more information floated into Jiang Yan's mind.

"So that's it, this is..."

"The Gift of the River of History!"

Everyone who can actively enter the River of History must possess a spirituality surpassing ordinary humans.

And the Gift of the River of History is the weaving of the River of History's power with their own spirituality, birthing all sorts of miracles.

Some become special innate abilities, some solidify historical skills, possessing bizarre capabilities, while others transform into special historical relics, like the companion spiritual treasures or spiritual pets in mythological legends...

But the specific strength depends entirely on one's own potential, or perhaps on luck.

As for the price...

Once one accepts the dust of history, one will be marked by the River of History and pursued by diseased nodes.

Only by constantly growing stronger and healing the River of History can one avoid...

... what awaits you: deeper levels of disease, and being targeted by numerous twisted ancient existences.

During the disease of long ages, no one knows whether They have already become comparable to Immortals and Gods.

Or rather...

The Immortals and Gods are They!

Correspondingly, resolving each diseased node will also earn rewards from the River of History.

Excavate truth from the disease.

The higher the completion rate, the greater the reward!

Of course, everything is entirely voluntary.

"This is like being told after the plane has taken off that if I don't buy a ticket, the airline can still follow humanitarian principles and let me off."

Jiang Yan rolled his eyes, too lazy to criticize the River of History's way of forcing love.

If he refused now, upon going out he would either be eaten by wild boar cavalry or beaten into "Jiang Yan-brand rice" by giant rat guards.

Might as well take a gamble.

After all, he also loves this bizarre and colorful world!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have praised the beauty of Commander Lu's form!

Exploring diseased space-time, twisted history, and witnessing numerous ancient existences—for a heavy folk-custom enthusiast, how could this not be a reward in itself?

"Let me see what my historical gift is."

Jiang Yan smiled, his consciousness touching this rust-colored light orb, curious about what kind of gift he would awaken.

Hopefully, it can resolve the current crisis.

However, just as he was anticipating, endless dark currents filled the depths of his consciousness, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a giant mouth that swallowed this historical gift.

Jiang Yan:???

Yet before he could react, the world before his eyes was suddenly engulfed by endless chaotic currents, and his consciousness arrived at the Chaotic Sea of endless darkness and chaos.

Here, there are no concepts of space or time.

And Jiang Yan had become a vast, endless cloud of darkness; thousands of mist-like tentacles spread out from his body, like the branches of a tree, causing the entire chaotic world to tremble, as thousands of worlds and lives were born and destroyed from the tips of his branches.

He nurtured all things, yet also destroyed all things.

In this moment, Jiang Yan understood that this was the talent he had awakened, named...

Demon God Embryo!

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