Susan woke with a start at midnight. She had suddenly dreamed of that experience in the desert years ago—the yellow sands, the oasis, the stone circle...
All manner of scenes intertwined and shifted, steeped in a dreamlike haze, leaving her with the disorienting feeling of not knowing what year it was after she woke.
Of course, the most important part was Zhao Cheng's cameo. Back then, in the eyes of their group, Zhao Cheng had merely been an exceptionally capable survival expert.
But who could have imagined that a supreme powerhouse would put on a disguise and play at such a little exploration game?
Still, his status as a supreme powerhouse was already a long time ago. Everything that happened afterward had shown everyone that he had become the most powerful, greatest life-form ever born in this world, throughout all of history.
And because of the previous Ascend to God incident, many devout believers had decided that the body of their Lord had been Zhao Cheng's vessel when he descended into the mortal world in a past age. Now, time had simply flowed on. The Lord was still the Lord—he had merely changed identities, nothing more.
As far as she knew, many sects had directly altered their scriptures soon after the Ascend to God incident. She had discussed this phenomenon with her teacher as well. Professor Jetev's conclusion was that whether Zhao Cheng truly was their Lord did not matter. Even if he was not, he had to be; otherwise, they could easily be branded false religions by the believers.
Myths were all fabricated, but the earlier descent of a god had been undeniably real. Compared to invented stories, what one saw with one's own eyes and heard with one's own ears was undoubtedly more convincing.
That was precisely why