Chapter 245: The Descent of the Ancestral God, Xiya · Part One - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 246: The Descent of the Ancestral God, Xiya · Part One Under the Sacred Spirit Tree, Xiya stood bathed in divine light, struck by awe at the golden brilliance unfolding around him. Upon hearing that mysterious voice from the depths of his consciousness, he found himself momentarily dazed. Me, from 100,000 years in the future? The voice was so enigmatic and commanding that it left Xiya bewildered. Indeed, having read numerous novels and stories, he was relatively open to new experiences. His understanding was broadened by the existence of divine and demonic forces, alongside a myriad of sealed objects in this world. Even so, the concept of the future felt intangible and elusive. He had often fantasized about whether his future self would become a figure of monumental renown, or feared the prospect of dying unnoticed on a battlefield against the demons. Now, confronted by an entity claiming to be his future self, he felt both alarmed and somewhat reassured. Despite an abundance of questions, the presence of the Sacred Spirit Tree implied that this was unlikely to be a mere illusion. After long moments of silence, Xiya inhaled deeply. There were many things he wanted to know, but one question stood above them all. "What about Future Tiya?" Initially, he wanted to ask whether Tiya had become his wife 100,000 years later. However, the recent changes surrounding his former lover filled his heart with dread, leaving him no choice but to approach the matter indirectly with his future self. The ability to communicate across time and resonate with the Sacred Spirit Tree suggested that he had become an incredibly powerful entity in the future. The fact he survived until 100,000 years later was proof enough of his strength. Thus, Xiya held onto a sliver of hope. Hope that his future, more powerful self, had eventually won Tiya back. However, the response he received plunged him into despair. "Tiya?" The voice paused, as if taken aback, then continued in a calm tone, "That name hasn't been mentioned in a long time." "As for her, she—‘died’—not long after your current point in time." "From what I recall, this woman seemed to deal quite a blow to me during my formative years, presumably because she ran off with some stranger." The voice's indifference suggested no emotional impact on the speaker's spirit or will. Yet, Xiya stood as if struck by lightning, pale and barely balanced. "I knew it..." He clenched his teeth, fists tightly gripped, as warm blood dripped slowly from his fingers onto the ground. Perhaps the last parting with Tiya had already warned him of this, softening the shock he felt. Nevertheless, his mind was a chaotic blur of "why" and similar questions. "Fool." As Xiya's anger nearly overwhelmed him, the voice sharply reprimanded him, pulling him back to reality. Gasping for air, the golden-haired youth braced himself against his knees for support. The voice, however, continued coldly, "I am quite aware of your current thoughts." "Anger, fear, reluctance, despair... To say humans are defined by such vivid and complex emotions might be true. Perhaps, as one consumed by divinity, I can no longer grasp this myself." "However, there is one thing I must remind you." "Just as you presumed, Future Xiya Atheros is a supreme, world-dominating entity." "In the presence of such power, even 100,000 years pass by like a blink. On such a long and empty timeline, impulses and emotions stemming from fleeting human desires are trivial to us." "There is no need to be distressed over such trivial matters." The voice seemed to console Xiya, yet it was as if it had been stripped of all emotion, discussing matters entirely unrelated to itself. Given the passage of 100,000 years, the two were no longer the same being in a strict sense; empathizing with each other was nearly impossible. Still silent, the future being sighed softly. "What you worry about now is merely women," the voice, previously cold and divine, suddenly gained some emotion. "You need not concern yourself with that." "Even in the future, your luck with women isn't lacking; you will have numerous wives, all utterly devoted to you." "There's one presence in particular that may pique your interest." "" Though Xiya remained mute with his head bowed, the voice from 100,000 years later did not hold back, softly uttering a name. "Shirylina Roland Alexini." As the words fell, Xiya's eyes widened in shock as he raised his head, gazing intently at the golden tree before him. "What... did you say?" Knowing that Shirylina, the person he admired and loved most in his life, would become his future wife, Xiya was profoundly shaken. Even the sorrow and anger he felt earlier were slightly alleviated. The noble, pure princess, a figure who always rendered him speechless with awe, reputedly the most beautiful woman in the Holy Roland Empire— Xiya took a deep breath, his heartbeat quickening slightly for reasons unknown. "What about Her Highness in the future?" After a brief pause, Xiya spoke again. This time, he seemed somewhat recovered from the earlier blow, his complexion slightly improved. "Rest assured, she too ascends to godhood, living until 100,000 years later as the overseer of all things feminine. However..." At this point, the voice of future Xiya turned oddly suggestive. "What is it?" Xiya asked instinctively. "As the Mother of All Life overseeing the universe's feminine energies, she must maintain her purity, unmarred by male energies, to stabilize her divinity. Therefore, there are some things that, if you can do before she assumes her divine position, you should." Though the voice was cryptic, Xiya understood immediately, his face turning scarlet. It seemed his future self somewhat regretted not having consummated his relationship with the princess, thus speaking to forewarn him. In other words— Though technically married, Shirylina in 100,000 years pursued only spiritual and soulful bonding, without any physical relation. Matters like this felt unnecessarily absurd. At this moment, Xiya stood motionless, heart brimming with joy and fulfillment. His mind had never dwelled on desecrating the goddess in his heart. Well, perhaps he had thought of it, but certainly never intended to act on it. Regardless, discussing how to approach his wife with his future self was undeniably ludicrous. Xiya coughed softly a few times, changing the subject. "So, is this why you came to me today?" "Of course not." Seeing Xiya regain his composure, the voice returned to its original calm demeanor. "My presence across the time stream bears a much graver purpose." "However, before that, there are some things you must know." Within Eloaht Palace, under the Sacred Spirit Tree, as that voice from the depths of Xiya's mind slowly unraveled, a vast and turbulent future unveiled itself before him. It was only after some time passed that he returned to his senses, the shock still evident in his eyes. "You mean to say that Ivesth will become my mortal enemy and, after several millennia, I will defeat and imprison him in the Hall of Gods?" "Exactly." The voice confirmed without elaboration. Hearing that, Xiya paused, then raised his head again. "Then, what exactly are you planning?" "It seems some force has sent a rat into your current time node, though what he's specifically accomplishing remains unclear. Recently, my divine intuition senses foreboding, detecting a dissonance in fate." "It's as if the future I inhabit has been altered." Clearly, even the Xiya of 100,000 years, blessed by the world's will, lacked memories of the world's changed timeline. Regarding this aspect, perhaps only Lin himself, along with those intimately connected to him, are exceptions. Upon hearing this, Xiya's expression turned slightly grave. "Is there something I can do for you?" "Indeed, there is," the voice replied slowly. "The reason I reached across the river of time to contact you is to borrow your body." Upon hearing this, Xiya hesitated, "But I am currently only at the fourth tier, not even a legend, while on their side there's the presence of beings above demigods. I fear..." "Rest assured, this isn't a significant issue," the voice responded calmly. "They are merely defeated foes. If they truly possessed any ability, why wouldn't they challenge me at the table in 100,000 years instead of tampering with you now?" Startled, Xiya was taken aback by the confidence and authority in the voice. "Additionally, there is something I forgot to tell you." "Throughout these 100,000 years, I have been called by numerous titles in this world." "Some call me the Hero of Salvation, others the Golden Child, and some refer to me as the God of Magic." "Of course, besides these, there is one name that is most widespread and recognized among both gods and demons." "The name is Ancestral God." (End of Chapter)