Every cell in Zuan's body emitted a sharp, explosive sound in his mind, reminding him of the danger he was in. It was as if he could be instantly annihilated with just a thought from his opponent.

Zuan had never felt so shocked before. Even when facing the Heavenly Emperor, the other party was not so strong that he could not even muster the thought of resisting.

The power of the opponent before them even surpassed that of the being summoned by Qiu Honglei during her Heaven and Earth Sacrifice Dance.

Judging from the other party's power and words, this person is clearly the god of chaos and mystery, the enigmatic one.

He finally understood why so many people warned against mentioning God or his name, as it could easily bring destruction.

To my utter surprise, what was just a casual joke actually attracted the gaze of God.

He reacted quickly and replied immediately: "After listening to the Mingjing Historian's remarks, I don't quite agree with his view on chaos and mystery. The universe was born in chaos and mystery, and it will inevitably end in chaos and mystery. Many things don't need to be recorded so clearly. Too much detail will make the course of history predictable and boring. Only by keeping the information vague and mysterious can countless wonderful possibilities be generated."

At this moment, he racked his brains, using every flattering word he could think of from all his past lives.

He knew he only had one chance, and if he failed to gain enough favor, destruction would likely be his only fate.

"You seem to think I am the god of chaos and mystery, the enigmatic one?" The ethereal voice seemed to have a hint of playfulness, sounding more like a woman, but Zu'an wasn't sure, after all, gods should be genderless.

He did not use the language of the cultivation world, but Zu'an could still understand it; it was a voice that directly affected the soul.

Upon hearing this, Zu'an almost stood on end. It turned out he had flattered someone who had backfired.

Realizing that the other party was likely the God of Memory, Meng, Zu'an felt numb as he realized that his words had been disrespectful to Him.

Destroy them all!

"Your heart rate, the amount of sweat, and the state of your body hair prove that you are very nervous right now, but why don't you continue to explain? Do you fawn over Mili but look down on me like this?" The voice suddenly turned cold.

“The wisdom and thoughts of us mortals are meaningless before God. Surely, with God’s power, He should be able to sense my respect for You,” Zu’an replied respectfully.

"I didn't feel any respect, but I did feel your cunning." He had no physical form; Zuan only saw some stars constantly changing position and brightness, which seemed to be His expression.

Zuan broke out in a cold sweat instantly. He didn't even dare to have too many thoughts, for fear that if he thought of anything bad, the other party could read his mind directly.

"Never mind, you're lucky. I am indeed lost in thought." The voice rang out again.

Zu An thought to himself that being gazed upon by a god was hardly good luck. The moment this thought crossed his mind, he was startled and hurriedly asked, "I wonder what orders Your Excellency has for me?"

The lights in the starry sky flickered, as if they were about to get angry at his disrespectful thoughts: "Can't I talk to you for no reason?"

Zuan pondered that this god didn't seem as rigid as he had imagined; on the contrary, he was somewhat...

He dared not think too much about it and hurriedly said, "Gods are busy with countless affairs of state, how could they casually come to find a mortal like me?"

"Don't use your shallow thinking to judge beings like us," the voice snorted. "You are, in a sense, a god of this world, and you often idly frolic and play with those females, don't you?"

Zuan felt a chill run down his spine. It was as if He had been observing him for a long time: "Our small achievements in this narrow field dare not presume to call ourselves gods before You."

He even felt a little ashamed of himself, wondering if he had been a bit too obsequious.

However, upon sensing the unprecedentedly terrifying aura around them, these chaotic thoughts vanished instantly.

"You do have some self-awareness," the voice seemed to chuckle. "I've come to settle accounts with you. That historian of time is my follower. Tell me, how should this score be settled?"

Upon hearing the words "settling accounts," Zu'an felt a chill run down his spine: "The death of that historian of time seems to have nothing to do with me..."

He stopped before he could finish speaking. What if he made an excuse and the other party went to Xihe or Shang Hongyu?

So he hurriedly said, "This is just a misunderstanding. We didn't know he was your follower at the time."

"You're quite sentimental, aren't you? Since you're willing to take on this karma, that's fine," the stars in the sky emitted a mesmerizing light. "I don't want to hear those reasons. You killed my believer. If I don't avenge him, won't anyone dare to attack my believer in the future?"

The starlight across the way was so beautiful, yet it now exuded a palpable killing intent. Zuan's mind raced: "That historian of time is just one of your countless followers. You are the master, and he is merely the servant. What master seeks revenge when his servant dies? He is clearly the master..."

"Um?"

Zu An almost choked, then quickly changed his tune, saying, "I meant that this is a bit contrary to the Heavenly Gang, and people won't be able to tell who is the master and who is the servant."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" The voice was devoid of emotion.

"I wouldn't dare, but I've thought of a way, do you think it's feasible?" Never before had every cell in Zu'an's brain been so rapidly active in its thinking.

"explain!"

"In the end, it's just that one historian of time died. Can't we just replace him with another one?"

"From what you're saying, it seems you'd like to become a historian of time? But being a historian of time isn't so easy."

"I think it's alright. The things I did recently, in a sense, were in line with the nature of the historian of time." Zuan hesitated for a moment, not telling about what happened in the time fragments and the Heavenly Court world, just to see if the other party was really omniscient and omnipotent.

The starlight flickered for a while, whether it was pondering or reviewing data from the two worlds, before the voice rang out again: "Not bad, you are a genius in this field. You have clearly altered history beyond recognition, yet you haven't changed the major historical events. You are indeed better than that fool before."

By this time, Zuan had gradually calmed down from the initial tension. Having experienced countless worlds, his will was extremely firm. He finally realized that if the other party had really come to question him, why would they waste so much time talking to him?

It seems that He might have had this idea from the beginning, making Him willingly jump into the pit.

"You think I'm trying to scam you?" The voice turned cold at this point.

Zaun broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.