MMB Chapter 422 - 206: Divine Spirits? Robbers
Chapter 422 - 206: Divine Spirits? Robbers
As he spoke, he threw a light punch, blasting a splash up from the magma lake.
Li Chang’an watched the being’s Cthulhu-esque, aberrant form float in mid-air. A faint Martial Artist’s aura was truly emanating from its body, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
He had specifically created this Martial Dao Cultivation Method based on the structure of the human body.
’Since they can cultivate it, that means they weren’t lying. This group of deformed monsters might actually be human...’
Taking a deep breath, Li Chang’an accepted the fact that they might be human. He looked at the old man before him once more and said, "Since you can cultivate the Martial Dao, I can accept that you are indeed human. So, can you now believe me when I say the Immortal Realm and I are irreconcilable enemies?"
Just as he spoke, more and more aberrant monsters poked their heads out of the magma lake, excitedly showing off the results of their brief Martial Dao cultivation.
Seeing this, the old man finally let his suspicions go. He nodded and said, "Honored guest, please forgive our earlier offense. This is no place to talk. Please, follow me to the Holy Mountain so we can speak properly!"
Li Chang’an nodded.
The two sides had finally established a foundation of trust. Though it was still fragile, they could at last communicate normally.
Li Chang’an followed the old man to a cave carved into the side of the most prominent mountain near the lake.
The cave was enormous, hollowing out nearly half the mountain. Its walls were inlaid with countless gemstones for illumination, giving the place a surprisingly sacred feel.
Of course, that wasn’t what shocked Li Chang’an the most.
What shocked him the most was that he saw row upon row of tidy bookshelves inside the cave!
On either side of the bookshelves, dozens of smaller monsters were passing the time by flipping through books. Their eyes filled with curiosity when they saw Li Chang’an enter.
The three of them walked to a set of stone table and chairs in the deepest part of the cave.
The old man motioned for Li Chang’an to sit, then signaled to an octopus-like creature to brew a pot of strangely colored liquid for him. "You must have many questions, honored guest," he said. "You may ask them now. As long as I can explain it, I will do my utmost to make things clear for you."
Li Chang’an did indeed have many questions. After a moment’s thought, he decided to start with the most important ones. "What is this ’truth’ you mentioned earlier? What kind of place is Hell? And why are the Divine Spirits targeting you?"
Hearing Li Chang’an’s string of questions, the old man took an unhurried sip of the bizarre liquid. He then sighed, a complex expression on his face, and said, "The truth is that the so-called Divine Spirits of the Celestial Realm are no gods at all. They’re just a band of robbers from the depths of the universe who repay kindness with cruelty!"
Hearing this, Li Chang’an felt his mind struggle to keep up.
Although he had been in this world for many years, he actually knew very little about it.
The main reason was that due to constant warfare and low productivity, all humans in this world lived as tribes, with no systematic recorded history.
The most extensive texts Li Chang’an had read were nothing more than the tribal histories of the Fusang Tribe and a few others.
These records were highly fragmented, offering very little useful information.
Combined with the fact that his original form in this life was a stone, all these factors meant that despite having been in this world for nearly a thousand years, Li Chang’an knew very little about it.
That was why, upon hearing the withered old man say that the Divine Spirits of the Celestial Realm came from the cosmos, Li Chang’an’s mind went completely blank.
However, the withered old man had no intention of pausing to let him catch his breath. He continued, "For some unknown reason, they were gravely injured and nearly crashed in a dilapidated spaceship. Our ancestor, the Seventh Generation Human Emperor, kindly rescued them, providing them with ample food and medical care. But after they recovered, not only were they ungrateful, they secretly poisoned our ancestor and began to wantonly slaughter the living beings of this world..."
"The Seventh Generation Human Emperor was gravely poisoned and ambushed by those robbers, who used all sorts of despicable tactics. On the verge of death, to ensure the continuation of our people and to preserve the flame of the fight against those beasts, the Human Emperor fused his own body with this small world, transforming it into the Hell you see today!"
"Our people were afflicted by their treacherous methods; we are detected the moment we leave Hell. Furthermore, our population was already small, so we had no choice but to intermarry. Compounded by Hell’s harsh, infertile environment... over a long, long time, we became what you see before you today..."
"As for why the Divine Spirits are targeting us, besides wanting to exterminate the last descendants of the Human Emperor who know the truth and have a recorded history, the main reason is that they want to obtain the power he left behind. They have spared no effort over the years in their attempts to get their hands on Hell!"
"But we will never let them have their way! Those ungrateful beasts... given the chance, we would flay the flesh from their bones and drink their blood! How could we ever let the Human Emperor’s legacy fall into their hands?"
As he spoke of this, the withered old man’s calm demeanor vanished, replaced by extreme agitation. Even the pitch of his voice rose unconsciously.
Clearly, despite the untold years that had passed, the memory of this history still caused this tribe, the self-proclaimed descendants of the Human Emperor, to tremble with uncontrollable rage.