Chapter 381: His Origins

Di Shitian fell silent.

The present supreme immortals sighed, their expressions complex.

As supreme beings, how could they not know how hard it is to transcend time?

"Alas, I truly envy the First Sacred Spirit—he was supreme from birth, unlike us, who must fear failure in our quest for supremacy, struggling along the path to transcend time."

A supreme deity from ancient Egyptian mythology openly revealed his envy.

Aside from him, the others were much the same, filled with deep envy.

"Stop thinking about it. He is the greatest variable in this world, an anomaly. Throughout past, present, and future, many were born powerful; some were born immortal—but only one was born supreme, and even He could not achieve it."

Another supreme deity from ancient Egyptian mythology spoke.

All the supreme beings paused. Even the one on the verge of attaining supremacy, and Cangjie with his double pupils, showed signs of change.

Cangjie's double pupils swirled with an indescribable aura.

Di Shitian clasped his hands together, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, unreadable—but his eyes burned slightly brighter.

Countless people across the globe, including immortal and demonic deities, did not know whether these ancient elders had changed because of the First Sacred Spirit—or because of Him.

Meanwhile.

Many hearts trembled with shock.

The First Sacred Spirit was truly not Him!

Him—this was the first time anyone learned of "Him," when the seven future supremes crossed the Hangu Pass, seeking to strike at the past.

It was also the first time they learned the truth: the future intended to destroy the past.

The root of it all? Everything began because of "Him." Him caused the future to seek the annihilation of the past.

Recall this:

When the seven supreme beings struck at the past, the First Sacred Spirit blocked them. They had even speculated whether the First Sacred Spirit was Him.

Why? Because the First Sacred Spirit was terrifying—he possessed the potential of "Him."

Even afterward, many on Earth—including experts from the Superhuman Strategy Departments of various nations—analyzed and concluded the First Sacred Spirit was very likely Him.

Now the truth was revealed.

The First Sacred Spirit was not Him.

If another deity had said this, it might not be trusted—perhaps slander, perhaps deliberate concealment.

But the speaker was a heavyweight deity from one of the Four Mythologies—his credibility was extremely high.

Upon mentioning "Him," Cangjie, strolling casually toward the realm of ancient Babylonian mythology, grew interested and began conversing with the other supremes.

"The First Sacred Spirit is the only being born already supreme. But He is no slouch either—they say He was born a supreme immortal, his power reaching heaven and earth, drawing all ten thousand paths to bow and chant in unison."

Said a supreme deity from ancient Egyptian mythology, equally envious.

Come now—this was a supreme immortal! Even gods and demons might spend their entire lives without reaching such a state.

At this moment, the female immortal from Chinese mythology who had arrived with Cangjie turned her gaze. With light, lotus steps, golden lotuses bloomed beneath her feet, immortal springs welled from the earth, and sun and moon seemed to dim before her every frown and smile, ashamed of their own radiance.

Her voice was melodious, like a snow lotus in winter—pure and fresh; like a spring bamboo shoot at Start of Spring—crisp and otherworldly, carrying an untainted, boundless purity.

"He was born a supreme immortal? But according to what I've heard, he was born a mortal—like a common weed among mortals, possessing the lowest possible talent, even below ordinary human potential."

Ancient sages judged him unfit for cultivation.

He was destined to live an ordinary life, a drifting weed in the mortal world—small, fragile, carried by the current, vanishing into the dust of the mundane, becoming the most insignificant speck in the annals of time.

He refused to accept this. He sought to be the light above the bright moon, not the glow beneath the fireflies.

Enduring unimaginable trials, he, with the talent of a drifting weed, entered cultivation, transforming step by step, growing step by step, transcending life and death, transcending time, becoming the one future beings hated with madness, desperate to kill him.

It is said his life was filled with legend—utterly ordinary, yet displaying a defiance of fate worthy of a chosen one.

His life defied heaven, brimming with miracles.

If the First Sacred Spirit is the world's only favorite child, then He is the world's only miracle."

Her autumn-eyed gaze shimmered.

As this female immortal spoke of Him, her eternally unchanging, exquisite face softened into a smile like melting snow.

As her words ended, a soft exclamation followed.

The speaker was the ancient Egyptian supreme deity from earlier.

He looked astonished—the account of Him's origins she gave differed wildly from his own knowledge, as distant as heaven and earth.

"The life story of Him I know is vastly different from yours.

He was born supreme from the start, with all ten thousand paths bowing and chanting in unison. On that day, all heavens in the world changed color.

It is said the First Sacred Spirit rejected the ten thousand paths not merely because all beings cultivated them, and he deemed them filthy and polluting—he rejected them for another reason.

Precisely because of Him.

The First Sacred Spirit was proud. He realized through self-insight that in past, present, and future, someone else would also receive the homage of the ten thousand paths.

He disliked this. He felt it was a desecration by the ten thousand paths: they bowed to him, yet also bowed to Him. He demanded sole reverence.

So he abandoned the ten thousand paths, forging his own Dao—the only Dao worthy of his sole reverence.

It is widely known: the more powerful one is at birth, the heavier the chains. Climbing higher becomes far harder than for ordinary beings—perhaps this is the world's only fairness.

The stronger one's birth, the more difficult it is to break through one's own barriers.

But He was an anomaly. Born supreme from the start, others born at that level would remain stuck there for their entire lives, struggling even for an inch of progress, as hard as climbing to heaven.

Yet He was different. Born supreme, he transcended time in the shortest span ever recorded, ascending to the supreme realm.

Looking across past, present, and future, He has always held the record for the fastest ascent from supreme to supreme.

No one has ever surpassed His record—not even the one in the future."

Strange.

Astonishing.

All gods, demons, immortals, and people across the globe were stunned.

At this moment, the global scenery was magnificent; as far as the eye could see, all humanity wore expressions of utter bewilderment—seven billion people were all stunned.

This is just too strange.

Is the Chinese mythological goddess the same person as the supreme deity of ancient Egyptian mythology?

Fuck, they're clearly two different people.

Logically, rumors spread through distortion, but at least different versions of rumors shared some common points.

But…

One worked tirelessly from utter ordinariness to miraculous heights; the other was born with talent so extraordinary it horrified gods and demons—there wasn't a single shred of similarity between them.

"Could He have two forms?"

Someone blurted out a guess and was met with blank stares from everyone around.

Are you stupid?

He has two? Is that possible?

The one who plays chess with the future as the board—just imagining such a being reveals it to be an unspeakably terrifying entity; such a being, even over ten thousand eons, might appear only once—if at all—how could there be two?

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