Chapter 382

Wait! Actually, don't rule it out—there might be two of them!

People suddenly remembered something.

Using the future as a chessboard, He is the one holding the pieces—so who is He playing against? The chessboard is a game between two, not a solo endeavor.

After the matter of the River of Time, countless individuals had speculated.

If He uses the future as a chessboard and all living beings as pawns, then who is He playing against?

Why does He play against this person?

Looking at it now, could it be that one of the Female Immortal and the Supreme of Ancient Egyptian Mythology is "He," and the other is the one playing chess with Him?

As people debated and pondered which of the two meant the true "He."

In the primordial age, the heavens and earth of Ancient Babylonian Mythology.

The Female Immortal and the Supreme of Ancient Egyptian Mythology stared at each other in shock; the other Supremes were no better.

They too had information regarding the origin of "He."

"The 'He' I heard of is a drifting duckweed, defying heaven's will," spoke a Supreme from a powerful mythology.

His meaning aligned with the Female Immortal's.

Two other Supremes also spoke—the one from China's ghost deity, and another from a major mythology.

Their descriptions of "He" matched the Female Immortal's.

There were also Supremes who echoed the view of the Supreme of Ancient Egyptian Mythology.

In an instant.

The Supremes froze, then all turned their gazes toward Cangjie, Indra, and the others.

Of the more than ten Supremes present, not all had spoken—Cangjie and Indra were among those who had not.

Could they hold a different view?

For a moment, all Supremes, gods, demons, immortals, and countless people across the globe fixed their eyes on Cangjie, Indra, and the others.

Regarding status and power among those present, even without revealing their strength, people intuitively understood: Cangjie and Indra were undoubtedly among the strongest Supremes here.

Cangjie needs no introduction—he was the creator of Chinese characters, a trusted subordinate of the Yellow Emperor, one of the two ancestral founders of China.

Just these two facts alone made no one doubt his immense power.

Indra needs no explanation either—he is the chief deity of Ancient Indian Mythology, soon to challenge the Supreme Realm; even using your scalp flakes to think, you'd know how terrifying his power is.

As the strongest among those present and holding the highest status, their certainty regarding "He" was greater.

"The 'He' I know differs from yours."

Cangjie's voice echoed distantly and calmly, as if spanning the vast expanse from the Primordial Age to today; his double pupils also showed subtle changes.

Unless observed closely, one could hardly detect any emotional fluctuation as he spoke of "He."

Clearly, even Cangjie could not remain utterly unmoved by "He"—his mind was stirred.

"Amitabha Buddha, this monk's understanding of 'He' is also the same as Cangjie's, differing from yours."

Indra clasped his hands together, his gaze meeting Cangjie's.

Both were curious: what was the "He" the other knew? Was it the same—or…?

Before the Female Immortal and others could ask, Cangjie spoke directly:

"The 'He' I know was not born powerful, but his talent is unparalleled in history—a prodigy among prodigies. You all know the Yellow Emperor's talent, correct? His aptitude was comparable to the Yellow Emperor's, perhaps even surpassing it slightly."

Upon hearing this, the Supremes present immediately changed expression.

The Yellow Emperor—one of the pillars of Chinese mythology, a true titan; the title "Ancestor of Yan and Huang" was no empty honor.

Cangjie exhaled a slow, heavy breath, then spoke calmly:

"His talent was extraordinary; with such aptitude, he should have advanced effortlessly, reaching the realm of god or demon in mere moments, and achieving immortality should have been no challenge for one of his caliber.

But it was not so. His talent was extraordinary, yet he was envied by heaven, provoking the wrath of heaven and earth, which bestowed upon him a curse even the Supreme could not erase—every time he cultivated, he suffered unbearable agony.

The difficulty of breaking through bottlenecks increased exponentially, beyond ordinary comprehension—even prodigies would sigh in despair.

If I must draw an analogy: for ordinary people, a bottleneck is a wall; for him, it is a mountain—and as he ascends in realm, the bottleneck grows ever harder, the mountain rising higher than heaven itself.

Regarding this curse, I have also heard another explanation.

Rumors say his extraordinary talent was not due to heavenly envy, but because he was fundamentally rejected by heaven and earth—thus, the myriad Dao paths of heaven and earth cast this curse upon him.

I once discussed this matter with Zhurong.

His thoughts aligned with mine: perhaps heaven and earth's myriad Dao paths sensed, deep in the cosmic fabric, that he would bring immense upheaval, triggering chaos across past, present, and future.

Therefore, heaven and earth could not allow his existence, and unleashed an unimaginable curse.

Whether it was heavenly envy or heavenly rejection, neither could halt his growth.

He was like a new star untouched by any influence, growing at an astonishing speed, as if untouched by the curse, and by eighteen he had shattered the Three Steps of Divinity, nearly reaching immortality."

"Eighteen?"

The Supremes present were stunned.

Even they, as Supremes, could no longer sit still—let alone the gods, demons, immortals, and demons.

"Eighteen and already past the Three Steps of Divinity? Nearly immortality? Is this the Initial Realm?" exclaimed a god-demon from the Eternal Star Realm.

A celestial-demon from the Star Demon Realm glanced at the god-demon: "You're imagining too much. The Initial Realm is the oldest world in existence, the first to be born—but it's not that absurdly powerful."

With these words spoken,

The celestial-demon's eyes gleamed with awe: "He has raised the standard for prodigies in the Initial Realm."

Not just raised it—he shattered the very definition of prodigy. Compared to him, all other prodigies were nothing but dung.

Nearly immortality at eighteen—what level of power is that?

It feels even more absurd than being born as an immortal Supreme.

While gods, demons, and immortals marveled endlessly, the Earth side showed no excessive surprise—only a strange expression on their faces.

At this moment.

In the minds of the world, as if by unspoken agreement, a figure appeared.

He was a young man from the Ashiya family, suspected to be connected to Chinese mythology.

Kamikawa Mitsu!!

Cangjie stated that he had nearly achieved immortality at eighteen; people were not overly astonished—not because they were unimpressed, but because they had seen prodigies no less extraordinary than him—Kamikawa Mitsu.

"If I remember correctly, Kamikawa Mitsu is only seventeen, isn't he?"

Director Takahashi asked.

Minister Saito nodded: "Yes, seventeen. He won't turn eighteen until six months after his birthday."

"His current strength seems to be at the third step of the Divine Realm..." Director Takahashi recalled how Kamikawa Mitsu had slain the Immortal Demons of the Eternal Star Realm with a single finger.

Immortal Demons—this was the term used by the Eternal Star Realm and other worlds for the fourth step of the Divine Realm.

Kamikawa Mitsu had slain the Immortal Demons with a single finger; his strength was certainly not merely at the fourth step of the Divine Realm—it might even reach the fifth step.

A fifth-step Divine at seventeen, with six months left before turning eighteen—could he reach the sixth step of the Divine Realm in half a year?

It was possible.

For others, perhaps not. But for a prodigy like Kamikawa Mitsu, it was very possible.

Does this mean Kamikawa Mitsu's talent rivals his, perhaps slightly weaker?

At that moment, as Cangjie finished speaking, Indra clasped his hands together and softly uttered a Buddhist chant.

"Om Amitabha."