Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

Other things aside... the Unfathomed ability is truly convenient for archaeology.

Chaoyang thought to himself.

"So that’s how it is... This metal warehouse was built by an expedition team. They set out from the New Continent, crossed the sea, and arrived here. The first batch of supplies they brought included energy, food, and some mechanical materials."

"From the New Continent?" Xue Quan thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Ah... That’s the incident you mentioned before, right? Before the mist covered the entire New Continent, humans had established a civilization. Hence, this abandoned warehouse is ironclad evidence."

To be precise, it was Leisk who told him.

If what he said was correct, the current human Kingdoms were actually refugees from the New Continent who had simply forgotten about this due to the influence of the Mist God, Mist God. Only when civilization had developed to a certain extent did they turn back to explore the New Continent and named the endeavor the Great Homesteading Movement.

"Hmm, according to the records, when these people arrived at the City of Defense, there had been no large-scale fog surge incidents yet," Chaoyang said as he leafed through the photos, "I’ve also asked Leisk what the humans of the New Continent were like and why they prayed for the birth of the Mist God. He couldn’t say... Wait a minute!"

His voice suddenly grew spirited, "If the believers don’t know, the divinities surely must! Since the person in charge is right there in the City of Defense, why don’t we just call her over and ask?"

Without further ado, Chaoyang closed his eyes and used the Divine Country to search for Shadow. Surprisingly, he found that she was right downstairs in the Holy Hall and seemed to be heading towards him.

What a coincidence.

He then used the connecting ability to send a "private message" to the Mist God, expressing his desire to meet.

One minute later, Shadow bent down and walked into the Holy Office.

Looking at her head level with the roof beams, Chaoyang couldn’t help but laugh wryly, "Next time I’ll have to pick a more spacious place; this really is too cramped for you."

Shadow returned to her previous no-nonsense demeanor, "Do you need something from me, Your Excellency the Paradise Master?"

"Er... There’s no need for titles like that; otherwise, I’d have to address you as a senior. Just call me by my name."

She glanced at Xue Quan, then sat down on a chair beside him, "I’ve learned from Kokomoqi and my children that although you are a newly born divinity, you possess great power. The direction in which you’re creating the Paradise on Earth is also one of the broadest prospects I’ve seen. Not like me... I can only let people forget terror and pain, merely pretending that problems don’t exist. Moreover, you have fought with two Evil Gods, with one victory and one draw, a record unmatched by anyone, deserving of my respect."

"Then one respectful address is fine; repeating it feels odd, especially since you’re... over a thousand years old."

Kokomoqi might be almost nine hundred years old, but who’s to blame when she looks like a little girl?

Shadow nodded without insisting further, "If that’s what you wish."

"Right, I called you here to ask a question," Chaoyang cleared his throat, "Leisk has mentioned the past of the New Continent to me before, but he also knows only a rough outline. Today, having learned that the ruins beneath the City of Defense were left by visitors from the New Continent, I was reminded of this matter. If I’m not mistaken, you should be a divinity born of the New Continent, right? What exactly happened there?"

She didn’t reply immediately but looked at Xue Quan again.

"Ah... Don’t worry, this person is my Chosen One, and he won’t be affected by the mist. He not only knows about your deeds but understands that everything you’ve done was for humanity."

"Then I’ll speak frankly." The Mist God began calmly, "I don’t remember."

"Don’t... remember?"

"I didn’t merely seal the memories of the people; I also sealed off that part of my own memory... No, that’s not quite accurate, since I don’t possess a human brain." Shadow considered for a moment, seemingly searching for the right words, "Maybe I simply excised that part of myself, to prevent anyone or any divinity from gaining knowledge of the past from me."

"The only thing I do remember is a world on the brink of destruction. Cities burned fiercely, corpses littered the streets, mutated monsters were everywhere, and twisted corruption blossomed in every place. People cried and pleaded, only hoping that some divinity would take them away from their misery, but in reality... those people were beyond salvation. The corruption had seeped into their bones; they would become lackeys of the Evil God. The only thing I could do was to cover it all with the mist, allowing those not yet influenced by the Evil God to survive."

"So the enemy is an extremely difficult monster to deal with?" Xue Quan stroked his chin with interest.

However, Shadow’s reply was unexpected, "There isn’t really an ’enemy’ as such. The Evil God doesn’t consciously seek to destroy us; they may simply pass through this world and cause impacts that are difficult to predict. Those monsters born from the Evil God’s influence are also inseparably connected to humanity itself. Leisk has told you, hasn’t he? Evil and mad actions can attract Heretics and make it easier for the Evil God’s power to seep in... But he wasn’t quite accurate. Any idea, when taken to an extreme, can summon an Evil God, regardless of whether its intention is good or evil."

Chaoyang felt somewhat affected by this point.

Compared to the God of Causality’s ugly writhing form, the Obelisk of the Unfathomed symbolized an undoubtedly more agreeable sensory experience. Orderly, uniform; it hinted at meticulous order. To be honest, swapping the two might even seem more fitting. But regardless, he could sense that the rules governed by these two Primordial Gods were completely opposite, each in its own realm.

Of course, although Shi Yin was averse to other Evil Gods, the only one that had openly expressed hostility was the Rot Divine.

"Why are you so worried about others gaining knowledge of the past from you?" Chaoyang asked curiously, "Whether that is good or bad should depend on the person using it. Gaining more knowledge is generally not a bad thing."

"I’m aware of this reasoning, but I still chose to cut it off. The reasons are now unknowable; perhaps back then, I had no choice but to do it," the Mist God said tranquilly.

"What if I go on to disperse the mist in the New Continent someday? Just like in the City of Defense?"

Shadow shook her head, "My instincts tell me, it’s not a good choice, but my rationality won’t stop you. In these more than 1,800 years, many Latter Divine have risen and fallen, confirming one thing for me: The mission of divinities is limited. We appear with changes in the era and wither with them, such is the norm. Ancient divinities were protectors of humanity at the time, but decades or centuries later, they might not be so. Perhaps one day, the mist will disappear, but whether that day marks humanity’s end or a new beginning is not for me to decide."

No wonder Kokomoqi retired so cleanly.

She was probably influenced by this senior more deeply than she imagined.

With that, Shadow stood up and extended her hand to Chaoyang, "I was actually looking for you. The City of Defense is now on the right track, and no longer needs a fake Paradise Master."

"You’re leaving?" Chaoyang asked, slightly startled.

"Yes, the issue with the Evil God is wrapped up, and there’s no need for me to stay in the City of Defense any longer. As for Leisk, I will have him follow you. Since you’ve absorbed the power of an Evil God, in case of any emergency, he could warn you immediately," the Mist God said frankly, "As for me... I’ll probably continue to wander across cities, listening to the prayers of the faithful."