Chapter 156: A Stir — the Native American Gods Are Returning

Hearing her words, the students' eyes lit up.

They had come precisely to study the Native American deities, and with Annas speaking like this, curiosity was tinged with a hint of dread.

Quetzalcoatl — the sun god in Mayan mythology, a revered deity in Aztec mythology — a god who spanned two mythologies was, without a doubt, immensely powerful.

If it truly existed and discovered that the Native Americans had been massacred, it would surely provoke a towering rage.

The wrath of a god was more than any mortal could bear, let alone the fury of an especially powerful deity — the consequences…

Suddenly.

The students looked toward the stone pillar carved with Quetzalcoatl.

According to the placard placed before the stone pillar, the pillar was not a modern carving but an ancient one, unearthed from a Native American ruin in the United States, said to be connected to the Jin Zita at the northern part of Mexico's Yucatán Peninsula.

The Jin Zita — a relic of civilization left behind by the ancient Maya.

And Kukulkan was precisely the Maya name for Quetzalcoatl.

They examined the stone pillar closely.

Both the students present and the tourists were amazed.

The Quetzalcoatl carved on the stone pillar was not in a realistic style — it had a strong Mayan flavor — yet it was carved with vivid, lifelike detail, fully displaying Quetzalcoatl's ferocity, its overwhelming menace, and also its majesty and nobility.

At this moment.

A student asked Annas.

"Professor Annas, if Quetzalcoatl got angry, what would it look like? Eat everyone? Or just slaughter them outright? Or something else?"

The question touched on what everyone was most concerned about at the moment, drawing sidelong glances — even the tourists looked over.

Annas hesitated for a moment and did not answer immediately.

She had never even seen a deity, and she wasn't one herself — how would she know what a god would do? Did they really think an expert in Native American culture was omnipotent?

Still, after a moment's thought, Annas gave an answer.

"I don't know how Quetzalcoatl would take revenge, but I do know that if Quetzalcoatl got angry, its eyes should turn red, because I've looked through a lot of literature — generally when deities get angry, especially those in animal form, their eyes turn red; this is recorded in the literature."

Listening to Annas's explanation, everyone involuntarily looked up to the top of the Quetzalcoatl stone pillar, at the snake eyes carved as Quetzalcoatl's head.

The moment they looked.

"My God!!"

Everyone was scared out of their wits on the spot.

"Eyes, the eyes! The eyes!!" The student who had asked Annas pointed a trembling finger at the Quetzalcoatl stone pillar.

In their field of vision, the Quetzalcoatl stone pillar — which had been perfectly fine moments ago, carved entirely of stone — its eyes were, at some unknown point, beginning to glow.

The light was a blood-like crimson, flaring up, dazzling, striking to the heart.

Including Professor Annas herself, everyone was struck dumb with horror.

The Quetzalcoatl stone pillar sculpture was not some modern art piece — it was real stone.

How could stone glow — and glow precisely at the eyes of Quetzalcoatl…

Rumble rumble rumble.

The ground trembled; the flowers and plants in their pots swayed; the display cases and window panes shook.

Without any warning, a powerful tremor swept through, vibrating in people's hearts.

"Earthquake?!" someone cried in panic.

Every sign pointed unmistakably to an earthquake.

But just when everyone thought it was an earthquake.

Bang!

The crystal chandelier overhead swayed, its bulbs bursting — and bursting along with them were the glass faces of every display case and the glass of the doors and windows.

A terrifying force was spreading, surging out.

Taking the brunt of it, the fragile glassware could not withstand the pressure first and all shattered, bursting apart.

It wasn't an earthquake!

Annas and the others could feel an indescribable force erupting, surging through the entire museum, spreading through the place, pressing them until they couldn't breathe, as if their blood was about to stop flowing.

The next moment.

As if thinking of something, they all looked toward the Quetzalcoatl stone pillar sculpture at once.

Quetzalcoatl's eyes were even redder now, their radiance outshining the sun, dyeing the entire museum a blood-red; the pristine white walls were reflected in a vivid red, as if splashed with fresh blood, and so were everyone inside the museum — bathed in a crimson glow, looking as though drenched in blood from head to toe, dripping and horrifying, raising every hair on their bodies.

One could see and feel that Quetzalcoatl's eyes blazed ever brighter, ever more dazzling, the tremors grew ever stronger, and the force that had crushed the glassware and pressed the breath from their lungs grew ever more overwhelming.

A tearing, cracking sound suddenly rose, and the people saw the wooden counters covered in cracks like the gnarled roots of an old tree, on the verge of splitting apart; even the marble floor developed savage fissures, spreading rapidly outward.

"Ah!!!"

A tourist screamed in terror, eyes filled with trembling.

"The exhibits!"

At this cry, everyone looked and was seized with dread, their legs trembling, their flesh and bones chilled to the marrow.

All the exhibits symbolizing Native American deity culture — sculptures, stone paintings, artifacts, totems — were shaking; even the Quetzalcoatl stone pillar was shaking, swaying violently left and right, erupting with blazing, dazzling radiance.

To be precise, what was glowing was not the exhibits themselves, but the deity totems painted and carved upon them.

The light was too intense.

A terrifying, majestic might radiated outward in ripples.

Faintly, they heard from the Quetzalcoatl stone pillar — amid the blazing red light of its eyes — a heaven-rending roar, deafening to the soul.

The sound was like the bellow of an unmatched great evil, splitting mountains and shaking the heavens, its howl felling stars and the silver river of the galaxy.

For a moment.

Emotions named horror, trembling, shock, disbelief and the like spread into every heart, filling the museum.

It wasn't that they were cowardly, but rather the various signs—the earthquake triggered, the bizarre invisible power that chilled the soul, the glowing eyes of the Jin Zita, the radiant divine totems—led Anasi and the others to a possibility, the only possibility.

"Th-the Quetzalcoatl god is—is enraged!!" Professor Anasi, who was familiar with Indigenous culture, turned deathly pale, white as withered wood, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Her scream drew no rebuttal from the crowd.

Because the terrifying scene before them proved beyond doubt that the Indigenous gods truly existed, that Quetzalcoatl truly existed.

At this moment.

One divine totem after another burst forth with peerless divine radiance, dazzling and resplendent, illuminating the world like billions of divine threads released, lighting this place until it blazed, until it became sacred, until it seemed no longer of the mortal realm.

Anasi and the others trembled, watching in utter terror, feeling that the light released by the divine totems could at any moment transform into channels for the gods.

When that time came, the ancient gods would tread the divine channels built by the totems to return.

Returning to the mortal world, to rebuild the gods' glory.

The moment such a thought arose, every person present felt as if their entire body had plunged into water several degrees below zero, the cold seeping to the bone, piercing every cell.

They thought of one thing.

A rumor that had been circulating in the United States recently…

The legend said that the gods had left this world long ago, and now, the gods would return.

Feeling the light blooming from the divine totems, sensing that the gods were about to return, Anasi and the others stood dumbfounded at this moment, gripped by dread and terror.

The return of the gods was no rumor—it was real!

The Indigenous gods were clearly among those returning!!

"The Indigenous gods are coming back." The college students who had chosen this elective because of the online discussions about Indigenous gods' revenge stared in terror.

They knew that the online rumor of the gods' return did not only contain the line "The gods return," but also a second half: "The reckoning is at hand."

Although they did not know what the reckoning referred to, whether it was infighting among the gods, traitors, or hatred between deities, they could be certain of one thing—the Indigenous gods would surely carry out a reckoning, a reckoning against the Americans who had slaughtered their Indigenous people.

Just as the people in the museum were panicking over the return of the Indigenous gods.

They did not know that in the northern part of Mexico's Yucatan Peninsula, at the ancient Mayan civilization site of the Kukulkan Jin Zita, an intensely blazing light had also erupted, sending out wave after wave of earth-shattering divine roars.

That sound was identical to the sound emitted by the Quetzalcoatl Shi Zhu in the museum.

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