The Mystery of the Gods

The vast training ground was solemn and still, with hundreds of priest apprentices listening respectfully. Xolotl's voice was loud and firm, guiding the young apprentices as he opened the gate to another world.

Hearing the mysteries of the gods, Irene's spirits lifted, and she listened even more intently, unwilling to miss a single word. Two priests literate in writing prepared paper and brush, kneeling before the altar. They would record the king's account word for word, as the teachings of the God-Inspired, and carve them onto the stone walls of the university for the apprentices to ponder day and night.

Xolotl pondered for a while, considering where to begin. After a long series of preparations, it was time to systematically introduce the natural sciences he had mastered into the university. Even if all this knowledge was written in the name of the gods.

In truth, the basic scientific knowledge of later generations was every transmigrator's most precious treasure, and also the most valuable contribution to the entire world. One could even say, to a certain extent, that a transmigrator's most important mission was not to contend for supremacy over the world, nor to become wealthy enough to rival nations, but to do everything within their power, by every means possible, to pass down the knowledge that later generations took for granted in an age of ignorance, leaving behind the flame of science for human civilization!

Thinking to this point, the God-Inspired king stood solemnly for a moment, then finally spoke in a clear voice, beginning with the composition of matter.

"The Main God created all things, following the principles of nature. Everything in the world, whether flowers, grass, trees, insects, fish, birds, beasts, or wind, clouds, thunder, lightning, heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers, is composed of Divine Particles. Divine Particles