"Dean He, what do you an?"
After a brief mont of tension in his body, the elderly man turned his head, smiling at the young man behind him. "Does Dean He doubt my prophecy?"
"The mysterious technique you acquired is indeed impressive," He Ao calmly glanced at the elderly man, then spoke slowly, "It can defend against ordinary mind reading, but it cannot stop an Angel."
In that instant, the elderly man’s expression shifted unpredictably, but he still chuckled and said, "Dean He is quite good at bluffing. Even though you’re still young, to get to this point, you certainly are extraordinarily smart."
He Ao gave him a glance, but this ti, he ignored the elderly man, turned around, and headed towards a small house nearby.
"Dean He, this is a bit rude of you." The elderly man’s deanor turned gloomy as he spoke hoarsely, witnessing the scene, "I ca to you voluntarily to show my sincerity. We can collaborate; with my prophecy capabilities, we can save the world."
Raising his head, he gazed at He Ao’s back and spoke loudly, "You can’t do without ; you need . You know nothing about the current situation; you need to help you find a breakthrough. Right now, we are in the sa boat,"
It seed as if He Ao didn’t hear his words, didn’t hear his voice, and continued to walk quickly forward with his head down.
At that mont, his tone escalated again, "Dean He, are you ignoring the entire world’s well-being by humiliating like this? Aren’t you worried that if you thoroughly anger , I will refuse to collaborate with you?"
He Ao appeared as if he still didn’t hear him, kept his head down, continued moving forward, and had already reached the door of the small house.
"He Ao! I will rember your humiliation today!" The elderly man’s voice abruptly grew louder, vibrating the morning sunlight.
His body instinctively leaned forward, trying to rush to the door, to block He Ao.
Just then, a hand grabbed him from behind; it was ’Hu Wen,’ or rather, He Ao’s clone.
"You have such strong prophecy abilities," ’Hu Wen’ looked at the elderly man, smiled, and said, "Did you not foresee this happening now?"
"Prophecy abilities also have limitations; they can only see so key future points, not truly omniscient and omnipotent," the elderly man’s face turned slightly red, quickly saying, "How can you mortals understand the subtlety of prophecy?"
As he spoke, he reached out trying to break free from ’Hu Wen’s’ grip.
He Ao had already opened the small door and walked inside.
’Hu Wen’ did not stop him this ti, instead released his hold.
The elderly man saw this and didn’t have ti to pause, quickly crossing the small courtyard, stepping through the door, and entering the room.
The house had three rooms in total; the middle was a hall, the right seed to be the kitchen, and the left was a bedroom.
He Ao had already pushed open the door on the left and entered the bedroom.
The elderly man hurried over.
He crossed the door, his eyes first looking at the bedside table, finding it empty, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief. He gazed at He Ao’s back and spoke hoarsely, "Dean He, you said my prophecy ability cos from paper notes; where are the notes now?"
As he said this, he seed to turn around, "It seems you really have no intention of collaborating; we have nothing to talk about."
Saying that, he directly walked out of the room door, exited the house door, and saw a young girl with a cute appearance and a group of people wearing badges with a thrusting sword emblem standing in the courtyard, smiling and gazing at him.
"Hello, grandpa." Lin Chichi squinted her eyes, like two curved crescent moons, smiling at the elderly man, while the silhouettes behind her had already blocked the entire courtyard gate.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The sound of a helicopter’s whirring rotors echoed in the sky, sudden fierce winds blowing over the grass and flowers in the courtyard, rustling through the girl’s hair.
Witnessing this, the elderly man’s expression turned entirely somber; he lowered his head and hoarsely shouted, "Dean He, is this how you deal with ’allies’ who seek to collaborate with you?"
"If you want to collaborate, it’s possible, Leader," the ’Hu Wen’ behind leaned against the doorway, speaking slowly, "Just tell us directly where Dean Li Cheng is, that would be sufficient to demonstrate your ability."
"Hmph," the elderly man rasped, "The most precious information is never given to others lightly; the more you press , the less likely you will get the information you want. You can kill directly."
"Alas," ’Hu Wen’ behind him sighed deeply, "It seems that guy behind you has given up on you; when he requested you to et us, he had already abandoned you."
Hearing this, the elderly man’s expression completely darkened, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
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anwhile, inside the room, He Ao glanced at the empty bedside table.
This was not the elderly man’s long-term residence, but from his mory, it could be known that no matter where the elderly man stayed, he would find prophecy notes on his bedside the following morning.
Of course, these ’prophecies’ weren’t available every day but only at critical monts.
These ’prophecies’ would inform him of possible upcoming events, instruct him on how to respond, and even transmit certain mysterious techniques that could be used by ordinary people, such as techniques that conceal inner activity and block mind reading.
Of course, the elderly man himself had also undergone anti-mind-reading training following the guidance of these prophecies.
But these trainings and techniques were ineffective against He Ao’s ability to directly absorb mories.
Under the power of Super mory, all the information the elderly man received was laid bare before He Ao.
Everything the elderly man did today was told to him by the ’prophecy’ note he received yesterday morning.
This included who to contact, what to say, and how to act in front of ’He Ao.’
The elderly man himself was not a Transcendent; he had never entered any ruins, nor had he undergone an Awakening.
Eighteen years ago, he was just an obscure middle-aged actor in the Tia Empire, without a family, without children, alone, and without any achievents.
Everything changed eighteen years ago when he woke up one morning to find a paper note at his bedside.
It was a string of lottery numbers.
He didn’t believe those numbers, but the next day, those numbers won the grand prize.
Then, the morning after the draw, a new paper note appeared with new numbers.
And he smoothly won the grand prize again.
After winning, he encountered an attack from the Tia Empire’s Transcendents, and it was the paper note at his bedside that inford him of the impending attack and advised him on how to respond.
After that, the bedside notes continued to tell him how to invest and how to acquire wealth.
Under these circumstances, he amassed imnse wealth in just a month or two.
Subsequently, the notes guided him to establish the Dawn Organization and recruited powerful Transcendents like ’Feiya’ and ’The Boss’ as subordinates.
anwhile, they also taught him how to deceive these powerful Transcendents and establish his own authority.
But in essence, he was a re mortal and couldn’t truly manage those Transcendents, making the Dawn Organization a loose association.
Throughout these eighteen years of ’growth,’ his acting skills beca increasingly polished, and with the confidence brought by those ’omniscient’ notes, he could even confidently speak at length in front of an Angel like He Ao.
But that’s all there was to it.
Judging from his current behavior, it seed like he had been abandoned by the ’prophet’ behind those notes, the one who truly established Dawn.
The note he received yesterday morning only instructed him to et Hu Wen, to find He Ao, but it didn’t tell him where Li Cheng went. It rely told him to deceive He Ao and try to gain more benefits from him.
He always followed the note’s instructions, so he didn’t question it, but evidently, this ti, there was a rather large ’deviation.’
He tried bluffing soone who couldn’t be bluffed.
He Ao glanced over the bedside table and then directed his gaze downward, looking at the drawer below the bedside table.
This cabinet has two drawers, at the mont the upper drawer is tightly closed, but the lower drawer is slightly opened, revealing a barely noticeable edge.
An edge that ordinary people cannot discern.
He Ao crouched down and pulled open the lower drawer.
A thick book that seed to be an art appreciation book appeared in his field of view.
This house was bought early on by the elderly, but he never knew there was a book in this bookcase.
He Ao took out the book and opened it.
The first page was a sheet of pure white paper, with a line of bold Central Earth text written in pen.
[What you seek lies within these pages.]
[——Skovides]
Skovides, a philosopher in the history of the Tia Empire.
At the instant of seeing this line, He Ao’s eyebrows subtly twitched.
The flavor of mysticism erged.
He opened the book, and a bookmark seed to be tucked in the middle, a slight turn opened the page where the bookmark was placed.
He Ao first looked at the bookmark nestled inside the book, picked it up.
The bookmark also had a line of bold Central Earth text drawn with a pen.
[I look forward to our joint salvation of this world, I like being called the savior.]
Judging by the handwriting and ink, the words on the bookmark and in the book seem not to have been written recently.
A savior manipulating a hidden agenda to frighten and deceive.
Upon seeing these words, He Ao shook his head.
Apparently, the outside elderly was indeed sold out.
He beca the ’prophet’s’ tool used to display their own abilities and gain He Ao’s trust.
After nurturing for so long, transford into value in one go.
It seed like sothing real was happening this ti, everyone ca out of hiding.
Imdiately, He Ao turned his gaze to the page number marked by the bookmark.
It was a painting.
The painting depicted a towering snowy mountain, with a background of other snow-capped mountains, none as imposing as the main subject.
Snow covered almost the entire mountain, only a few sharp black spots, seemingly rocky, were exposed, enhancing the mountain’s purity and sanctity.
The snowy mountain stood under a sky filled with white clouds, with radiant thunder descending from the heavens, striking the summit.
Originally connecting the sky and earth, the thunder appeared so short in this painting, as if the distance between heaven and earth had shrunk to insignificance.
Below this painting was its title.
"Under the Sky"
Beneath the title was an annotation, the painter was a great Western Lands artist from the last century, and the scene depicted was Central Earth’s Main World’s highest peak, Costala Peak.
Before the industrial era, those living around this mountain believed it was the embodint of the Creation Goddess, hence the na, Costala, aning ’Eternal Goddess’, considered an ancient nature worship.
The introduction stated this snow mountain painting by the painter was renowned, although he never visited or climbed the peak, only viewed photographs of it.
Though He Ao did not recognize this painting.
His knowledge of Main World cultural arts remained at high school exam level, anything not included in textbooks or related materials was unfamiliar to him.
He did recognize this mountain though, being Main World’s highest peak, located within Central Earth, he had seen plenty of information about it.
Moreover, this mountain appeared in the geography textbooks.
Even though in the end, he opted for science subjects over geography in exams.
Lost in thought, he lifted his gaze, looking out the window at the vast ocean and the rising morning sun.
Atop the mountains, under the sky····
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Central Earth·Costala Peak
The howling wind spun clouds, stirring the thin oxygen and swirling snow.
A fully equipped climber passed by a corpse turned ice sculpture, arduously moving forward, looking towards the summit.
He was already very close.
His body was exceedingly fatigued.
With difficulty, he raised his hand and foot, continuing to climb.
At that instant, his foot slipped, and his body suddenly lost control, tumbling down the snowy mountain.
The impact shattered his oxygen tube, thin air flooded into his lungs.
He struggled desperately, trying to stop, but slid into steeper cliffs.
Darkness seed to envelop him in that mont.
Despair settled in his heart, unless this mountain truly housed a Divine Being, he would beco an ice sculpture here.
Just then, he felt a hand grasp his collar, lifting him like a chick.
Vaguely, he saw a thin figure.
The figure was clothed in light garnts, standing in the world’s highest ice and snow, snow mountain reflecting light shining behind him, akin to a Divine Being standing in the firmant’s realm.
He struggled to open his mouth, wanting to ask sothing, but before he could make a sound, he felt the ice and snow beneath him form into a slide, he was placed on the slide, seated on a piece of solid ice.
Imdiately, his body quickly slid down the ice block, the towering snowy mountain retreating rapidly as if rewinding.
He Ao glanced at the climber rapidly sliding down the ice slide he created, clapped his hands.
Looks like the power of the Martial Arts Angel can not only control major natural disasters, but also shape simple terrains, though it’s a bit labor-intensive.
Retrieving his thoughts, He Ao turned his gaze towards the mountain peak ahead.
In the fierce wind and snow, it was desolate, as if no one had been there.
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