"To try killing a god with tools, isn't that what we always hoped for?"
He stood up, looking at the evening sky, "The stage has been set, we have to give it a try... However, those we want to kill are the blasphemers."
"Blasphemers? Does that mean the gods and demons preparing to reincarnate, or are you referring to Prince Jiaxia?"
The young man asked softly, "Based on the description of that foreign god, and the various suspicious behaviors Jiaxia has shown, we know more than anyone else... They think Jiaxia is the reincarnation of a true god, but we suspect, Jiaxia was originally a mortal who once inscribed the third blasphemous stone tablet, impersonating a true god, ruling the earth."
Odyssey laughed, "Does that really matter?"
"Doesn't it matter?" asked the young man.
"To assess a being's character, we should not consider their origin, words, skin color, or race, but rather what they have actually done."
Odyssey, with a sage-like demeanor, tapped the hammer in his hand and said loudly, "The God of Wisdom Jia Xia, is the most ancient life form recorded in history, no one knows his past, no one knows his truth, we can only judge by his actions if he is a true saint in the human world."
"Oh?"
"Jiaxia's first appearance, awakening from an ancient black and white coffin! He led the people of the earth to create the Sunflower Dynasty, guiding the mortals to establish civilization and faith, practice martial arts!"
"For centuries beyond, it was still Jiaxia! Continually developing and teaching new realms of Martial Dao! He passed down the Sun Holy Scripture, created various martial techniques, guiding future generations of mortals on their path!"
"It was still Jiaxia, bringing mortals to enter the Rebirth Pool! Improving the techniques of a new race, creating a future of civilization, composing hymns!"
"Jiaxia's achievements in life are too numerous to count, tirelessly working for all mortals, unprecedented!"
"—Jiaxia bestowed wisdom."
"He did not fail the prophecies on the stone tablets! He opened up a great era! He wrote hymns in the most barbaric times! He is destined to be eternally recorded in the history of our descendants, immortal through the ages!" His voice grew louder, filled with excitement.
The young man remained silent.
"Child, tell me, what exactly is a god?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, unable to say what a god really was, whether it was a being of immense power or some kind of natural phenomenon accumulated in ancient stone tablets.
"Jiaxia, already is the god in my heart."
Odyssey squatted down, gently telling the young man, in a soft voice, "Meanwhile, the gods on the mountain, demons underground, none have the generosity to allow my race to rise, if humanity is to rise, we must rely on the great God of Wisdom!"
"Only He possesses the capacity to encompass the entire world!"
"If I were Him, I would not impart everything, developing three realms and only teaching two, developing four and only teaching three, never letting other beings become equals with us!" Odyssey said earnestly.
"So you're not a god!"
"Heh heh heh, how could a mortal possibly possess the magnanimity of a god!?"
"Odyssey, you are quite selfish, haha!"
The surrounding warriors, the muscular men who once sat listening humbly, laughed heartily.
Odyssey stood up, gazing into the distance, behind him, the tribal warriors followed with the simplest knives, axes, hammers, and spears.
"Leader!!"
"Leader!"
"You said, wisdom means deceit, for us to last longer, we must be cunning, so why don't we..."
The countless voices behind hesitated, for they were gods and demons...
Their power was so much greater, while their side had just been reincarnated, this journey was almost a suicide mission.
"If everyone hides away with cunning and cowardice, then who will stand up?"
Odyssey grinned and said, "Even if we perish on this trip, we can use our lives, assisting the God of Wisdom, to weaken the powers of gods and demons, giving us time to develop... You just remain cunning and patient."
"We have mastered the power of tools, the beings on the earth, will slaughter the gods above."
Odyssey carried a longbow on his back, left boldly, a group gradually walked, their blood and energy swelling like a monstrous scarlet dragon, their low chuckles growing louder, they roared and shouted:
"History will remember this greatest moment in human history, the end of the 26th century, humanity chose wisdom, refusing to be companions of gods, demons, and beasts!!!"
....
The sky quaked.
The whole world had turned into a battlefield of bloody slaughter.
"Volley!"
Countless sharpened arrows shot into the sky, turning into a downpour of swords.
The ground was torn asunder.
The earth gaped open with a chasm leading to the abyss.
The wails of civilians, roars, terror, and countless sorrowful atmospheres spread in the air.
Blades flashed, silhouettes flickered.
....
"It's been hard on you."
Fu Qingjun sat at the table, a bit silent.
He knew Jiaxia had always been bound, seeking a moment of true freedom all his life, yet continuously contributing to the entire race, as a sage of civilization, paving the way forward, guiding the great heroes of civilization.
Now, as he remained in seclusion vanishing, it's feared he's contemplating in his final days, using the last of his life to deduce a fourth Martial Arts Realm for the mortals on earth again.
Fu Qingjun's expression suddenly softened.
That year, kneeling and weeping, that extremely fragile timid creature in front of the stone tablet, boldly inscribing on the stone tablet in the third century "The Third Century, Jiaxia Bestowed Wisdom", how audacious and fearless was that young ant wanting to assume godly duties..?
As if it happened yesterday.
"You are not a true god, you have no obligation to protect the mortals on earth."
Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, holding a pot lid in front of the table, as if the front was a scalding pot of oil, preventing arrows from flying at him, he calmly and quietly overlooked everything on the table,