Chapter 213: God of War and Marvel (Request Monthly Tickets! Request Follows!)

Mysterious space.

On an indescribable chaotic path, Wu Xian strolled with his hands behind his back, a barely concealed smile of triumph on his face.

What could he do? He was the only Wu Xian so far to have cleared the true ending!

Ten days ago, he fought a peak battle against the Five Emperors in the heavens, and with a single technique—Cosmic Entropy Annihilation—created jointly by all Wu Xians, he obliterated the Five Emperors, erasing their divine souls and true spirits completely.

In the final moments of his remaining breath, he fully activated the Object Manipulation ability from Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements, condensing the nearly shattered Immortal Realm into a single pearl, bringing it back to the mortal world, and casually slaughtering all the immortals who had descended.

From then on, the Snow Country world no longer held the concept of an Immortal Realm; the future of the mortal world would be shaped by ordinary people themselves.

Zhang Fuyao, the founding Sage of Confucianism, rejoiced beyond measure; after laughing aloud three times, he ceased breathing.

Before death, he returned the Confucian destiny he had stored within his body for over eight hundred years entirely to the mortal world.

Thus, any future Confucian Sages would no longer perish prematurely due to a lack of destiny, as happened to Xuan Yuan Jingcheng in the original story.

Everything seemed to be progressing toward a beautiful direction, and Wu Xian was deeply satisfied, so he decided to retire in triumph, planning to become a lazy fish that merely ate and waited to die.

Unless some grave crisis emerged in the Snow Country world—such as a new Immortal Realm forming or an invasion by extraterrestrial demons—he would never intervene again personally.

As for petty conflicts among martial sects or dynastic changes, he would leave those to his young disciples.

After all, the world ultimately belongs to the young; one cannot handle every task themselves—they must be given room and opportunity to grow, right?

"Strange, why do I feel this way? I could remain seventeen forever…"

As he thought this, a pure white hue illuminated Wu Xian's vision from the Snow Country.

Instantly, a familiar and comforting sensation surged through him, as if he had returned home.

Realizing he had entered the interior of the mysterious space, Wu Xian's spirit sharpened, and he scanned the surroundings with eager eyes, soon spotting three figures standing not far away.

One of them was Wu Xian from the Ancient Martial World; he stood with hands on hips, lips moving nonstop, his face beaming with smug satisfaction—clearly begging to be punched.

The other two were unfamiliar faces, clearly new arrivals.

At this moment, they gazed at the Ancient Martial Wu Xian with rapt admiration, their emotions complex, easily summed up in one phrase.

Classical Chinese: A true man must ride in such a carriage!

Vernacular: I should be the one driving that car!

Pfft! Another two shameless perverts!

This was Wu Xian's first impression of the two newcomers.

Not unfair—indeed, it was perfectly accurate, for when he exchanged memories with the Ancient Martial Wu Xian the second time, he had behaved almost exactly the same.

Perverts understand perverts—no mistake!

Shaking his head, Wu Xian sighed, then stepped forward to closely examine these two absurd newcomers.

One was a young man with clear mixed-heritage features, around twenty-five, just out of university and about to face the harsh realities of society.

But what intrigued Wu Xian more than his appearance was his attire.

It resembled the wizard robes from the movie Harry Potter, primarily dark red, yet fitted snugly to allow free movement of limbs—more like a warrior's garb than a traditional robe.

What's this? A mage who can't dominate in close combat isn't a good assassin?

He mentally scoffed, then turned to the other newcomer.

If the mixed-heritage youth might have been a mage or warrior monk from some fantasy world, then this man on the right—could he even be called human?

After all, normal humans don't grow two wings on their backs.

But calling him an angel? The armor he wore, resembling Roman imperial armor from the Middle Ages, looked utterly incongruous, wildly different from Wu Xian's image of angels.

"Wait, this outfit… it feels familiar. Didn't I see it in some anime? What was it called?"

After less than two seconds of thought, Wu Xian gave up—he had reached the two newcomers and placed a hand on each of their shoulders, beginning to read their memories.

"So this is the God of War universe!"

Moments later, Wu Xian's face lit up with sudden understanding; he then turned to the white-winged Roman soldier, his expression turning peculiar.

This newcomer was from the God of War universe—or rather, the Xiong Bing Lian series—though he had traveled back to thirty thousand years ago, becoming a male angel in the Angel civilization.

Unlike many fanfic settings, Angel Wu Xian was not a subordinate of Wang Huaye… pfft! He was a member of the Hofmann family loyal to Holy Kasha.

Like Angel Ruoning, he had been trained from childhood by the Hofmann family, excelled through brutal selection, and ultimately became Holy Kasha's personal bodyguard during her youth, serving alongside Ruoning—one inside, one outside—to ensure her daily safety.

Angel Wu Xian was very pleased with this post-transmigration identity.

He knew that in the God of War universe's lore, Holy Kasha would become the most powerful being in the known universe—she could rightly be called the King of the Universe.

Even Kar, who wielded Void knowledge and the Great Clock, had to tread carefully, devise elaborate plans, and use the Great Clock to seal her body across the universe rather than kill her outright.

In other words, before Holy Kasha was reduced to dust, she was the thickest, strongest leg to cling to in the entire God of War world—sticking with her meant endless benefits!

Besides, Angel Wu Xian had no better options; if he didn't cling to Holy Kasha's long leg, was he supposed to grovel at Huaye's feet? Wouldn't he get kicked?

Meanwhile, after viewing the newcomer's memories, Wu Xian from the Snow Country was speechless.

He claimed to be clinging to a leg, but he wasn't exactly a good person.

Ever since becoming a personal bodyguard, Angel Wu Xian had used his position to be constantly near the young Kasha, occasionally dropping crude romantic lines to flirt with her.

Clearly, he intended to exploit his proximity to win the heart of the future Angel King, so that when Holy Kasha dominated the known universe, he could directly enjoy the soft life, lounging on the throne of Angel Prince—just thinking about it made him slightly excited.

Pfft! Shameless!

Wu Xian from the Snow Country inwardly sneered… then turned to the "close-range mage" beside him, his lips twitching again.

This mixed-heritage youth, whose appearance resembled a "close-range mage," had transmigrated into the famous Marvel Cinematic Universe, and was currently studying magic at Kamar-Taj.

His master was the legendary Supreme Sorcerer—Wang!

(End of chapter)