The more new truths Hao Ren uncovered, the more he felt that the god-slaying incident ten thousand years ago had been anything but simple. Especially after learning some things about true gods, he became even more convinced that the Creation Goddess of the Dream Plane's fall was riddled with unanswered questions.
Even if the rebellious sons had obtained a weapon capable of killing gods in an instant, they themselves were not gods.
And the God-slaying Sword needed someone to wield it before it could display its power.
No matter how powerful the sword was, if its wielder could not even reach the Creation Goddess, it would be meaningless. Yet in the vision brought by the golden disc, Hao Ren had clearly seen what happened back then: the Creation Goddess had offered no resistance at all. She had simply allowed the assassin to plunge the longsword into her body.
"We could rack our brains until they split and still never figure this out," Hao Ren said with a bitter smile, covering his head. "I even feel that the Creation Goddess was seeking death at the time. Her expression before she fell was utterly calm, as if she had known all along that this would happen, and even knew how history would unfold afterward. She also said a few inexplicable words to me. I could only understand one of them—'forgive.' Tsk, tsk, this all means..."
"It means she had made arrangements," Raven 12345 finished. "Although she wasn't a qualified god in terms of power, she should at least have possessed some wisdom. But we have too little information at hand, so there's no way to deduce why she sought death of her own accord. For now, our biggest clue is still this sword."
Hao Ren's attention returned to the God-slaying Sword. Now