Chapter 471: Another Player of the Game Appears

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 was certain that modern humans entering such a world, where nature alone wielded such immense power, would die one by one—even gods and demons might not survive. A single storm or typhoon could obliterate them completely.

Even gods would have a headache.

Tai Chu was truly absurd.

Then, Kamikawa Mitsu sank his gaze into this world, as if he himself had entered Tai Chu to observe it.

He saw a celestial pillar—a true column reaching to heaven. This was Tai Chu’s sky, yet the mountain soared all the way to it.

A mountain of indescribable grandeur, surrounded by countless planets drifting and orbiting it slowly. It was immense—yes, immense was the word to describe a single mountain.

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

Suddenly, the sky plunged downward.

Kamikawa Mitsu’s eyes sharpened.

He nearly thought the heavens had collapsed, that a great calamity of Tai Chu had struck. Tai Chu spanned countless ages, surely enduring wave after wave of great disasters.

It was a false alarm.

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

“Kunpeng?”

Seeing this monstrous bird of Tai Chu, Kamikawa Mitsu thought of the Kunpeng recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

“In the Northern Ocean there is a fish, named Kun. Its size is unknown—perhaps thousands of li. It transforms into a bird, named Peng. The back of Peng is unknown—perhaps thousands of li. When it flies in fury, its wings are like clouds hanging from the heavens.”

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

The Tai Chu era was the age of the first life’s birth. The beings born in this age were, in simple terms, primordial gods and demons.

Born of Tai Chu’s nurturing, inherently powerful, far beyond anything later life could match.

Today, bloodline is spoken of—longer, purer bloodlines mean greater strength. This is most evident among ferocious beasts, whose ancient or primordial bloodlines guarantee power.

Yet the ancient and primordial bloodlines of these ferocious beasts and birds trace back to these primordial gods and demons of Tai Chu.

They were the true ancestors, the primordial progenitors.

“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 world 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 along, witnessing age after age of Tai Chu, seeing primordial gods and demons battle for dominion, seeing the cruelty and survival of the fittest in this brutal age.

Then he saw… humans!

Yes.

Humans were born in the Tai Chu era. Their weakness needed no explanation—they had none of the special traits of other lifeforms, none of the innate strength of ferocious beasts and birds.

They possessed only frail bodies and an innate spiritual wisdom.

Yet this frail race survived in this age, enduring through relentless perseverance and the tireless efforts of generations, passing down their lineage from one to the next.

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, cruel age.

He fought ferocious beasts, bathed in the blood of primordial gods and demons, battled demonic birds, and killed primordial lifeforms to bring back their flesh and blood, nourishing his people’s bodies and improving their bloodlines…

He used the bones of beasts and the blood of gods to ignite the torch, dispelling the bitter cold of Tai Chu’s winter and sheltering humanity generation after generation…

These were the trials he had witnessed—but they were not the most brutal. Worse existed.

“Sui Ren Shi.” Kamikawa Mitsu murmured, knowing now who this Tai Chu human sage was—only Sui Ren Shi.

He finally understood why Sui Ren Shi was so powerful. Based on what he had endured for humanity, to put it crudely: he deserved to become the Supreme. He truly 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, age after age 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 came 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 steadily toward him.

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

Though this place was likely a hallucination brought by the Gate of Reincarnation, not real—otherwise he couldn’t witness Tai Chu’s changes—or perhaps it was within the memory of the One.

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

But even if it was memory, nothing was certain. He couldn’t afford to be careless—after all, it was only memory.

Kamikawa Mitsu would never forget what happened in the meteor light: the young man with the double pupils’ father, the one called ‘Cang Jie,’ watching him from within the captured memory.

It was simply unimaginable—a case of pure dread.

Now, a figure emerged from the void. Who knew what it was? Only an immortal being could walk in the void.

And it appeared at the very dawn of this world, walking through 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 entity was not born of the world. It likely predated the world’s birth, born instead from the void.

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

The footsteps were light and unhurried, as if the walker was relaxed, even careless, treating the void as if it were his own backyard.

Soon, the footsteps drew near, and Kamikawa Mitsu saw the figure.

It was a being impossible to observe, impossible to look upon directly.

Not like Cthulhu’s unspeakable horror—this being was simply too powerful. Too powerful for Kamikawa Mitsu to gaze upon.

As if even a single glance were the greatest blasphemy against it.

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

Unique.

Absolutely unique.

And very likely… one of the two. Either Him, or the other player of the game.

Kamikawa Mitsu leaned toward the latter.

No reason other than this place was very likely His memory.

From all clues and evidence, the other player of the game, who had once battled the One, was the oldest existence.

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