Chapter 1351: Garden Legacy, Creator God

The Akina Speed review has concluded.

Even though it just ended, players in the forum were still unable to suppress their excitement. Following Akina Speed’s line of reasoning, they enthusiastically played detective.

After all, every Akina Speed review was incredibly exciting, revealing unbelievable information.

A player who had been observing the Evil God Heavens stated:

“I am a member of the Frontline Edge Outpost. I’ve been observing the Evil Gods. They are few in number, constantly researching, and keeping a low profile. I’m afraid they really are studying the aggregated creatures of the Heavens.”

“I didn’t think so before, but the more I think about it now, the more I believe it to be true.”

Xu Zhi scrolled through the comments page by page, watching their discussion, his expression peculiar.

What exactly is true?

It’s all in your heads.

After all, that’s how the human mind works. Initially, you might not think so, but once someone hints at something, and you start thinking along those lines, you’ll find all sorts of clues.

“This is just psychological suggestion,” Xu Zhi shook his head.

In the forum, Yuan Qinghua, a player from the Mother River Civilization, soon publicly stated:

“I didn’t understand before, but now that I think about it carefully, it’s true... The Mother River Civilization has been dedicatedly cultivating the Sky System, aiming to fly higher and higher!”

“Flying high simply means they want to follow the ‘Wandering Earth’ route. I can’t believe I didn’t notice!”

“Honestly, the Mother River system is incredibly difficult to complete. The difficulty of achieving flight is the greatest in all universes. However, with the help of Rong Cheng, an expert in talent management, they managed it. The Mother River Civilization absorbed seven layers of new-era talent, can you imagine? ...Do you think it’s possible that Moon God Season calculated this all along, pulling Rong Cheng into their ranks to achieve this?”

Many people were discussing it passionately.

Some said it was just a coincidence.

Others said it was Moon God Season’s calculation.

After all, what kind of person was Moon God Season? Always mysteriously hidden, she had long set her sights on Rong Cheng, the only expert capable of finding a large number of talents.

Xu Zhi scrolled through page after page, and after reading many comments with countless likes, he slowly closed the forum.

“Perhaps the Mother River Civilization’s approach really could work this way, who knows...” Xu Zhi propped his chin, deep in thought. “‘Wandering Earth’ plan? That’s quite interesting too.”

He smiled, no longer bothered by it.

He came back to his senses and looked around.

At this moment, the few of them, having fled, stood on the vast land of Chaos Heaven. Surrounding them were desolate gravel, devoid of life, imbued with a sense of twilight, and scattered with ancient dark red ruins and crumbling walls.

Although there was talk of greening the entire universe, it was clearly unrealistic.

Although the cosmic membrane was not as vast as the universe itself, it was still unimaginably immense.

Even planets within the universe could not be fully colonized or governed, and the vast land of Chaos Heaven outside was equally difficult to traverse entirely.

In fact, if a saint were to fly steadily step by step without using spatial jumps, they wouldn’t be able to traverse even one ten-thousandth of a single multiverse in their entire lifespan of millions of years.

“Currently, across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, there are only a few coastal settlements and some developed spiritual vein lands; other areas are desolate...” Mu Yuling said earnestly, “However, many saints are still roaming the coastal port areas, making them very unsafe. My personal suggestion is that we head inland!”

“Exactly, the universe is too vast. If we find a random spot to live inland, it would be like finding a random planet within the universe; it would be very difficult for anyone to discover us.” Sheila also said earnestly.

Both of their suggestions were to escape densely populated areas, as they were now wanted throughout the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.

Even some minor factions among the heavens wanted to capture them, either to claim a reward or to interrogate them for information, all with malicious intent.

Hermes’s residual methods might be powerful.

However, they were at most those of a saint, and moreover, the saints of old were already being phased out in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds. Many of their old foundations could no longer be used.

Haven’t you seen how many ordinary saints, originally powerful, directly abandoned their dojos and gave their nodes to the other heavens’ plants in exchange for entry slots?

Messiah smiled, “What you say makes sense. No matter what, it seems we need to enter sparsely populated areas for safety... However, we cannot, because we need to develop.”

The two were stunned. After thinking carefully, they earnestly asked, “Fortune favors the bold... If we stay here, what are your ideas for development?”

“Yes, and how much of your old methods and reserves did you leave behind?”

The two hesitated slightly.

Messiah’s previous incarnation was Hermes.

Perhaps he hadn't truly lost too much of his old knowledge, or perhaps when he fell, he anticipated his demise and prepared a contingency.

If this contingency was hidden somewhere in the vast land of Chaos Heaven, leaving behind some precious resources, it could resolve their immediate crisis.

After all, they were truly impoverished now.

Completely destitute!

The three lone figures walked through the desolate desert of the vast world.

“A contingency?”

Messiah thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “Of course, there is a contingency... But as you’ve guessed, many of the old saints’ contingencies are now useless. After all, some of the saints’ dojo resources are no longer valued, having been replaced by the new system.”

The two sighed.

Yet, Messiah, the Monarch Emperor, continued, “However, even though some old resources cannot be used, and I did not preserve them, I still have one small contingency.”

“What contingency?” A flicker of anticipation crossed their faces.

Although the decaying old resources were of little use, they could still provide urgent aid now.

“Do you know what I was called in the old days?” Messiah, the Monarch Emperor, suddenly asked.

Sheila, who also existed in the Potion Era, had once traveled the world with Uncle Messiah, so naturally, she wouldn’t forget. She answered earnestly, “The first Potion Monarch Emperor of the Potion Era, the Monarch Emperor of Gardens and Wine, Messiah!”

“Yes, gardens and wine.”

Messiah led the two, walking further and further into the desolate desert, facing the swirling yellow sand and dust, and looked up at the sky. “I still have one garden from the old days.”

A garden?

He left a garden as a contingency?

The two suddenly found it difficult to understand.

“Yes, the... control over a certain ancient garden.” Messiah’s expression was utterly calm as he looked at the sky. “That sliver of life, since you now have a new lease on life... now, I will reclaim control of it.”

Messiah’s palm pressed firmly onto the ground.

His jade-like arm pressed against the cosmic membrane, as if communicating with ancient beings and wills.

The sky violently stirred.

A mysterious and ethereal aura slowly approached.

Space began to warp.

Time seemed to fall into a standstill.

Everything entered a profound and mysterious realm.

It was as if millions of years were passing by.

Suddenly, a tall, vast, ethereal figure slowly walked from the distance, carrying an unspeakable majesty.

“The Creator God...” Sheila gasped, covering her mouth.