Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 540 Bai Zao: I was careless and didn't dodge.

The damp, salty sea breeze, mixed with the stench of blood, permeated the air.

The young man came from the void and stepped onto the island, which was still a dense jungle nearly a thousand years ago.

"We need to hurry and not delay."

As soon as Ron landed, he felt as if he had stepped on something. Looking in that direction, he saw a corpse that was already dead.

His gaze swept across the entire island, and the boy's eyes were filled with the sight of it all.

Men, women, children, the elderly, and all sorts of corpses lay on the overgrown island, all headless, the blood gushing from their necks long since congealed, and the bodies faintly emanating a foul stench.

"Truly worthy of being called the Second Era. I've seen more dead people on this island than I have in the Fifth Era."

Lord Ron was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see such a scene. He raised his hand and gently buried all the corpses before quickly leaving the island.

He walked and stopped frequently, but only paused to observe each place with curiosity for a short while.

As recorded in Silver City, the "Ancient Sun God" truly deserves the title of savior.

On this irrational land, rife with slaughter, civilization is inconspicuous; all that exists is the struggle between tribes.

Giants, vampires, elves, phoenixes, and dragons formed alliances, while humans were largely insignificant in this era, playing the role of slaves.

Seeing this chaotic scene, the young man, who had witnessed countless races and civilizations, couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

"You supernatural races deserve to perish. Though those lowly beings lacked power, their wisdom was passed down from generation to generation. Who could have imagined that thousands of years later, the soft sofas they created could temporarily seal away a god like me?"

Lost in thought, Ron arrived at a city made of stones. Calling it a city was a stretch; the piles of stones were piled together without any polishing, and even the types and colors of the stones were indistinguishable.

"It is full of a primitive and rugged beauty."

He shook his head and sighed, but quickly lost interest.

Arriving in the Second Era wasn't for tourism; there was serious business to attend to. If the "Ancient Sun God" hadn't yet been born, Lord Ron would have already gone to cause trouble for the Elf King, thus finding a way to infiltrate the western continent.

Looking down from the infinite heights, Chernobog thousands of years ago is no different from two thousand years later. The roads are full of dust and weeds, the abandoned vehicles and the desolate city together form a picture filled with deathly silence.

But at that very moment, right in the sight of the great being, the pollution originating from the earth seemed to be provoked, and it gushed forth from the crack almost boiling over, like a god destroying the world, determined to submerge everything in the world.

This instinctive malice was undisguised, causing the boy's lips to twitch slightly. Fortunately, the Chaos Sea had only remained underground and did not actually intend to emerge.

One hour, two hours passed, and my long-dormant consciousness awoke from its slumber.

"who I am?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

Philosophical questions that have spanned centuries flashed through the mind of the "Creator of All Things," leaving the young man with a golden beard and long golden hair stunned on the spot.

Looking around, all that was all around was a deep, thick, indescribable color, like an ocean that held all secrets. The seawater was hidden behind a curtain of shadows, making it both indistinguishable and seemingly knowing everything.

Suddenly, streams of knowledge surfaced from the depths of his mind, and the youth instinctively struggled, waving his hands and feet in a mysterious ocean without depth.

No one knows how much time passed—perhaps a moment, or perhaps hundreds of years—before He finally understood everything.

"I am God, I am the sun, I am the foundation!"

Without any hesitation, He seemed to develop a fear of the ocean where He had stayed for thousands of years. The will in His mind buzzed, and although He couldn't hear what it was, another clear voice in His mind told Him that if He stayed any longer, He would lose Him forever.

"Go to hell, how disgusting!" The Primal Creator roared after feeling Ron's lewd gaze.

The will of the pillar has transcended the constraints of time and space. Upon noticing Ron's gaze on this troublemaker, the "Primordial Will" instantly knew everything.

Although this was a history destined to fail, being stared at so persistently by his mortal enemy made his entire will feel a chill.

Failure was inevitable, but that didn't stop that bastard Ron Sothos from coming up and kicking him a couple of times.

You son of a bitch!

Amidst the curses of the "Primordial Will," the former researcher instinctively picked up his monocle and, clutching a stone slab covered in mysterious patterns, struggled to climb upwards.

"If he's clearly a god, why does he need to climb?"

Suddenly, the sun god realized the problem. He opened his arms to exert his authority, but the thick and mysterious sea around him seemed reluctant to let him go. If he paused for even a moment, it would turn into a giant wave and sweep him back into the sea.

His repeated attempts made him dare not stop.

"Let's just climb, no one will see us anyway."

He muttered something under his breath and began to climb, following the route that suddenly appeared in his mind. The path the young man took was very strange, sometimes going up and sometimes down, presenting a bizarre and beautiful path on the cliff face of the underground crack.

The seawater surged even more violently, and the majestic voice buzzing in his mind grew louder and louder. The sun god's face twisted as if he wanted to return to the calm seabed so that the voice in his mind could also calm down.

However, He did not give up at this moment, because He could smell the fresh air and see the dazzling night sky!

The waves surged once more, but could barely reach the sun god's calves. In an instant, the voice in his mind inevitably weakened, and this improvement filled the young man with joy.

From the crack in Chernobog, a hand covered in mud and gravel emerged, followed quickly by a head, chest, and legs.

His movements were so difficult, yet every step was incredibly resolute. Finally, the sun god stretched out his arms, gazed at the starry sky, as if he had been redeemed, and uttered the most powerful words since his birth:

"I am Taiyan."

boom--

Before he could finish speaking, he felt an extremely strong force strike the back of his head, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

A light, crisp sound without being loud is a good start.

"Don't you have any sense of public decency? Howling like a ghost in the middle of the night? Put your clothes on first, okay? Aren't you ashamed?!"

The blond boy emerged from the void, rubbing his fists. He looked at the naked "Sun God" with disdain as he created a high-definition camera.

This is a historic moment from the ancient sun god's time; it would be a real shame not to record it.

Click, click, click—the flash went off repeatedly. After taking hundreds of photos from various angles, the boy finally nodded in satisfaction.

Adhering to the principle of doing less and making fewer mistakes, and avoiding trouble, Ron did not wake the other party. Instead, he took out the monocle from the ancient sun god and put it on his right eye.

"Uniqueness" is a rather peculiar thing; it can maintain its "uniqueness" under any conditions, whether in the past, present, or future.

If it weren't for this, gods from countless timelines would have already proliferated, and in this past era, only the "uniqueness" of the past can truly be effective.

To put it in monkey language, the glasses in the sun god's hand are male, while the glasses in Ron's hand are female. Once they encounter a male, the female glasses don't work.

Multicolored light appeared in Ron's eyes. After pondering for a while, the boy found some of the characteristics of the sun god.

He clenched his right fist, twisted his wrist, and the golden light from his essence was stolen. Then, the boy extended his finger and lightly touched it, and the golden light, without any resistance, instantly turned from one into two.

After putting the radiance back in one by one, Ron carefully examined the Sun God again before turning his gaze away and disappearing into Cherokee.

A cold wind was blowing, making the sun god's bottom ache. He suddenly got up and looked around, only to find that it was already morning.

He stood up, looked around in confusion, and stood alone, bewildered in the wind.

"What happened?"

"You said your name is Amanisis. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at first glance."

Ron looked at the country girl in front of him, pursed his lips, but didn't say anything.

It feels like marrying a noble and elegant goddess, but when you go back to her childhood, you find her playing in the mud and peeing.

A sense of disillusionment washed over him, leaving the little fish with mixed feelings.

"Yes!"

Amanisis, dressed in a black linen dress, looked at the boy with surprise in her eyes.

In this era, let alone clothing, even handicrafts were still in the stage of processing animal hides and tree bark.

She had been in this world for many years, and only after her own great efforts did she finally get to wear a linen dress. Yet, the guy in front of her was wearing something even better than what she had worn in her previous life.

"Could he also be from another time?"

With this question in mind, He took the initiative to stop Ron, who was flying towards the Elf Island.

"Further ahead lies Elf Island. Sonia Solem just launched a divine war against the King of the Dire Wolves a few days ago. If you go there now, you will be regarded as an enemy."

Why?

"Because you came from the territory of the dire wolves, the elves won't listen to your explanation."

The Goddess of Calamity pointed to the territory beneath her feet, looking at Ron as if he were an idiot, seemingly surprised that this seemingly shrewd guy was so muddle-headed.

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? Amanisis, I never thought you were such a coward before. Why didn't you say you were scared when you were talking back to me?"

The blond boy rolled his eyes, feeling that Miss Wolf was becoming increasingly in need of discipline.

Ignoring the acquaintance who suddenly blocked his way, Ron turned around and was about to leave, but after taking only two steps, he noticed that Miss Wolf had several winding wounds on her arm.

Although there was no bleeding from the wound, there was a constant erosion of destructive energy, and through the wound, one could almost see the white bones inside.

Ron paused, pointed to Amanisis's nearly torn arm wound, and asked curiously:

"What happened? Who hit me?"

His tone was full of curiosity, but a closer listen revealed an inexplicable anger beneath.

Compared to the old silver coins of thousands of years later, Amanisis was not as cunning now. She glanced at the boy's clothes and finally said honestly:

"The whole world knows that the Destroyer Wolf has a bad temper. He waged a divine war against the Elf King, but failed to achieve his desired goal, and devoured several of his offspring, going mad."

"Wait, why should I be so obedient? I am the Goddess of Misfortune, I am the servant of the Destruction Wolf, why should I be so humble?"

For some reason, Amanisis always felt that she couldn't hold her head up in front of the boy, and even in simple conversations, he always took the initiative.

Upon hearing this, Ron's face immediately darkened. He looked at the young wolf girl, whose eyes held a hint of naivety, and asked in a flat tone:

"Where is Fregra?"

"No, you really want to go!?"

Outside the dark, ancient temple, Amanisis held the boy's arm, urging him not to go to his death.

However, Lord Ron was not one to listen to advice.

If your wife gets beaten and you don't stand up for her, are you even human?

"Hey, don't stop me, or I'll spank you when we get back!!!"

What do you mean by "go back and spank me"?

Are we that close?!

Upon hearing this, Amanisis was stunned. She loosened her grip on Ron's arm, her dark eyes filled with confusion.

He pursed his lips, and finally earnestly advised:

"A wolf that has lost its mind is extremely crazed and will not show you any mercy. You'd better not go and throw your life away."

"Please, don't drag me into this. I'm so grateful you'll stand up for me!"

Upon hearing this, Ron turned to look at Miss Demon Wolf, and curled his lip in disdain, saying:

"You're probably thinking that I'm a burden to you, and that once I go to find the King of the Dire Wolves, you'll be unable to escape your responsibilities, right?"

How did He know that?!

Amanisis was taken aback, then saw the boy wave his hand and step into the temple shrouded in eternal darkness.

However, before stepping inside, Ron turned his head and said with a playful smile:

"Don't worry, I know your body and mind best."

rogue!!!

Miss Dire Wolf opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment. After hesitating outside for a while, she shook her dire wolf ears and followed Ron's footsteps.

Whether or not this guy who always talks strangely and knows himself so well is from the same hometown, He still has to go and see him.

If the opponent is no match for the King of Demon Wolves, it's better to plead for Him than to be eaten whole.

Of course, if Ron were to be eaten in one bite during the battle, Amanisis wouldn't mind blaming Him entirely.

Living in this world full of monsters is hard enough; we can't be too idealistic.

Passing through the pitch-black darkness, they arrived at the spacious temple. Amanisis saw the boy, with one hand in his pocket, stand in front of the sleeping Destruction Wolf, extend four fingers and bend them repeatedly, while making a strange sound.

"Suckling"

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(End of this chapter)