Chapter 471: Another Player Enters the Game

In a world like this, ordinary people living in it would be like blades of grass, blown away by the wind and dying instantly.

Kamikawa Mitsu wore a strange expression.

He could be certain that in an era where nature itself wielded such immense power, modern humans would die the moment they stepped in—perhaps even gods and demons couldn't survive here; one misstep during a storm or typhoon, and they'd be obliterated entirely by the wind.

Even gods would have sore testicles.

Tai Chu was truly absurd.

Then, Kamikawa Mitsu sank his gaze into this world, as if entering Tai Chu himself to observe.

He saw a celestial pillar—a true pillar reaching to heaven—this was Tai Chu's sky, yet the mountain soared so high it pierced the heavens.

A mountain of indescribable grandeur, with countless planets floating and slowly orbiting around it; so vast—yes, a mountain described as vast.

At that moment, Kamikawa Mitsu realized that the giant Tai Chu mountain he had just seen was merely a small hillock in Tai Chu.

Suddenly, the sky plunged downward.

Kamikawa Mitsu's gaze sharpened.

He nearly thought the heavens had collapsed, that a Tai Chu cataclysm had begun—Tai Chu spanned countless eras and must have endured wave after wave of great disasters.

It was a false alarm.

It was a Tai Chu monstrous bird, its wings spread wide enough to blot out the sky, descending from the heavens to snatch up a colossal wild ox and fly away—this was truly a wing that hung from heaven, one that covered the entire sky when lowered.

"Kunpeng?"

Seeing this Tai Chu monstrous bird, Kamikawa Mitsu thought of the Kunpeng recorded in the Shanhaijing.

"In the Northern Ocean there is a fish, named Kun; its size is unknown, stretching thousands of li. It transforms into a bird, named Peng; its back is unknown, stretching thousands of li. When it flies in fury, its wings resemble clouds hanging from the heavens."

Even if this wasn't the Kunpeng, it was surely its primordial ancestor.

The Tai Chu era was the dawn of life; the beings born in this era were, in simple terms, known as primordial gods and demons.

Born from the gestation of Tai Chu, inherently powerful, far beyond anything later life could match.

Today, bloodline is spoken of—longer, purer bloodlines mean greater strength, a truth most evident among ferocious beasts; those carrying Ancient or Primordial bloodlines are destined to be strong.

Yet the bloodlines of Ancient and Primordial beasts trace back to these primordial gods and demons of Tai Chu.

They were the true ancestors, the Laozu.

"The First Sacred Spirit was born in this era."

In this terrifyingly powerful Tai Chu era, Kamikawa Mitsu finally understood why the First Sacred Spirit was born in such a time.

Honestly, only a time this terrifying could give birth to a being as inconceivable as the First Sacred Spirit—after all, even this terrifying era seemed inconceivable.

The puddle changed, slowly transforming.

Evolving into a brook, then into a river.

Kamikawa Mitsu watched all the way through, witnessing one era after another of Tai Chu, seeing primordial gods and demons battle for dominion, witnessing the cruelty and survival of the fittest in this brutal age.

Then he saw… humans!

Yes.

Humans were born in the Tai Chu era—how weak they were needed no explanation; unlike other lifeforms, they had no special traits, no innate strength like ferocious beasts or birds.

They possessed only frail bodies and an innate spiritual wisdom.

Yet this frail race survived in this era, enduring through relentless perseverance and generations of effort, passing down their lineage one after another.

Kamikawa Mitsu saw a man who brought fire to humanity, passed on the torch, and endured unimaginable horrors to protect his weak kin in this harsh, brutal age.

He fought bloody battles against ferocious beasts, bathed in the blood of primordial gods and demons, slew demonic birds, and battled primordial lifeforms to bring back the blood of beasts and gods, warming his people's bodies and improving their bloodlines…

He ignited the torch with the bones of beasts and the blood of gods, driving back the cold of Tai Chu's winter, sheltering humanity generation after generation…

These were all he had witnessed, but they were not the most brutal—there was worse.

"Sui Ren Shi," Kamikawa Mitsu murmured, now knowing this Tai Chu human ancestor—only Sui Ren Shi could be him.

He finally understood why Sui Ren Shi was so powerful; just for what he endured for humanity, to put it crudely—he deserved to become the Supreme, absolutely deserved to become the Supreme.

If he didn't become the Supreme, no one else could.

As Kamikawa Mitsu focused intently, watching Tai Chu's evolution, era after era passing…

Footsteps—tap, tap.

The sudden footsteps made Kamikawa Mitsu freeze.

The sound didn't come from the stream of time… but from the void ahead.

Kamikawa Mitsu's expression turned grim.

Someone?

Footsteps coming from the void—not from Tai Chu's world—could there be life in the void?

Like a horror film, footsteps echoed from the dark void, moving toward him.

Instantly, Kamikawa Mitsu went on high alert, ready to fight at any moment.

Though this place was likely a hallucination brought by the Wheel of Rebirth, not real—otherwise he couldn't have witnessed Tai Chu's changes—or perhaps it was within Its memories.

This void reminded him of the space of meteor light, where memories could be captured.

But even if it was memory, he couldn't be certain—after all, it was only memory.

Kamikawa Mitsu would never forget what happened in the meteor light: the irises youth's father, that 'Cang Jie,' had looked at him from within the captured memory.

This was simply unimaginable—a case of pure dread.

Now, a figure emerged from the void—who knew what it might be? Only an immortal being could walk in this void.

And it appeared at the very dawn of this world, walking in the void.

Kamikawa Mitsu had watched the birth of the world from start to finish—he had never seen any life emerge from it.

In other words, this approaching 'thing' was not born of the world—it likely predates the world's birth, born from the void itself.

A being born from the void—just imagining it was unimaginably terrifying.

The footsteps were light and slow, as if the approacher was relaxed, utterly reckless, completely disregarding the Void, treating it like their own backyard.

Soon the footsteps drew near, and Kamikawa Mitsu saw the one approaching.

It was a being impossible to peer into, impossible to look upon directly.

Not like Cthulhu's unspeakable horror—this being was simply too powerful, so powerful that one could not bear to gaze upon it.

It felt as though even a single glance would be the greatest blasphemy against the being.

Kamikawa Mitsu was immortal, his bloodline undeniable—and yet he could not look upon this being, not even within another's memory.

Unique!

Absolutely unique!

And very likely… one of those two—either Him, or the other Player of the Game.

Kamikawa Mitsu leaned toward the latter.

For no other reason than this place was very likely His memory.

From all clues and evidence, the other Player of the Game who had once battled Him was the oldest existence.

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