Zuan: "..."
So, after all that, they're not even related?
"Can you tell me the specifics of your encounter with that guy?" the masked man in black robes asked anxiously.
Zuan said irritably, "You came here shouting that you wanted to avenge your comrades, saying that you were the one who was attacked, and now you're the one who's not being attacked. Why should I answer your question?"
The masked man in black bowed to him and said, "I apologize for my previous rudeness and hope you will forgive me. In return, I will send you a satisfactory gift afterward."
"What gift is it?" Shang Hongyu asked, blinking her eyes. She didn't want her lover to be fooled by such a vague answer.
"I will certainly satisfy you, Your Excellency. I swear in the name of the Mirror Envoy," the masked man in black robes said solemnly.
Since the other party had already gone this far, the two of them couldn't press the matter any further.
Zuan thought for a moment and then gave a general account of his encounter with the historian of time in the demon world. The historian asked several questions along the way.
After listening to his account, the masked man in black robes couldn't help but sigh, "Based on the details you just described, that guy is probably really a historian of time. He wields the Spring and Autumn Annals, and his historical records are undoubtedly accurate. However, I'm curious, how do you know his identity? Logically speaking, he would never publicly reveal his identity as a historian of time?"
“I have my own methods,” Zuan naturally couldn’t explain Mi Li’s existence to him. “Can you tell me in detail what kind of grudges exist between you Mirror Historians and the Historians of Time?”
The masked man in black robes knew that he must have had many extraordinary encounters to become the master of a world. Perhaps one of those encounters led him to the knowledge of the Historians of Time. Seeing that the man didn't elaborate, the man stopped asking: "Although we are all called Historians, our beliefs are completely different from those of the gods. We, the Historians of the Mirror, use history as a mirror, follow objective facts, and will faithfully record the original history."
"But historians have lost their integrity as historians. They do not respect objective history, but instead try to manipulate it. Often, the same event, recorded by their embellished writing style, will be perceived by others in a way that is completely opposite to the truth."
"So we are absolute enemies. That guy has been lurking among us for so long, he obviously has ulterior motives. Fortunately, you guys got rid of him by accident this time, otherwise a great disaster might have occurred in the future."
As he spoke, he was filled with lingering fear. His old friend was actually a hidden historian of history. What was the other party up to? Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.
Taking the opportunity, Zu'an asked, "You just mentioned that you worship different gods. May I ask which gods you each worship?"
He had a vague feeling that the god the other party was talking about was not the god in the myths and legends of various worlds, but a god in a broad sense from all the heavens and myriad worlds.
The masked man in black robes looked strange: "Knowing the names of the gods makes it difficult to remain unscathed. You will inevitably be drawn into the conflicts between the various gods. Are you sure you are prepared?"
Shang Hongyu held Zu An's hand tightly, her eyes filled with worry. Although she knew she had a past life, she was actually quite happy as things were now. Zu An was carefree and happy in this world, which was not bad. On the contrary, if he got involved in other things, he would most likely leave this world, which was the last thing she wanted to see.
Zaun was also somewhat hesitant. After all, being the ruler of this world was really carefree. Did he really want to face the unknown risks?
But he knew this was probably his only chance to learn the names of the gods, since Mi Li had always kept them a mystery and never mentioned those beings.
But the tone of the masked man in black robes suggested that he could tell him something.
Thinking of Jiang Luofu being summoned by a mysterious being, and also Gong Suyin, the Goddess of Wushan...
There are too many mysteries for him to solve, and perhaps he can only find a higher level of power to do so.
“Of course I’m ready, but I have a concern. I’ve heard people say that the names of gods should not be mentioned, or that if you attract their attention, you will easily be reduced to ashes. So why are you telling me this?” Zuan did not completely trust the other party.
"Your friend was probably protecting you. He's right. Knowing the names of gods when you're too weak will only bring destruction. As for why I can say this, it's obviously related to my identity. As the Mirror Historian, I'm here to objectively record the history of all the worlds." The masked man in black robes spoke with some pride. "In addition, as the ruler of a world, you are indeed qualified to know some of the secrets of this world."
"Of course, with your current strength, I can only tell you the names of two gods, because you happen to be involved in this cause and effect. With the protection of this cause and effect power, plus my special identity telling you, you will not be destroyed by the power of the gods."
Upon hearing this, Zu An's expression turned serious. It seemed that Mi Li had indeed not lied to him; these prerequisites alone were already quite demanding.
The masked, black-robed figure spoke in a voice that sounded like the narration of a science documentary on television, carrying an inexplicable sense of epic grandeur: "The god we, the Mirror Historians, worship is the God of Memory—Meng. We will record everything that has happened, is about to happen, or will be obliterated in the world, whether it is human memory or the world's memory. We will record everything that has ever existed in all the heavens and myriad realms. Even if living beings die or the world is destroyed, as long as our records remain, they will not truly die."
Zuan was taken aback. He had originally thought that the names of these gods were something grand and lofty, but he hadn't expected them to be so simple and unadorned.
He was quickly startled. Would my thoughts be considered blasphemous?
He was a little nervous, but thankfully no divine punishment descended from the sky.
“Your ideals are very noble.” This was not a compliment from Zuan; the fervent sense of conversion the other party had shown while speaking was genuine.
Moreover, their act of recording everything has indeed helped many people. In a sense, as long as the memories remain, those beings or the world have achieved immortality.
The masked man in black robes was delighted to have his approval: "Since you agree with us, why don't you join us, worship the great God of Mon, and become a member of the Mirror Historians?"
"I really know very little about these gods, and joining them casually would seem less sincere." Zuan politely declined. What a joke! He didn't know anything about the other gods, and in a sense, he himself was a god who controlled the cycle of death and reincarnation in this world. How could he rashly join a faction?
“You’re right, I was too hasty,” the masked man in black robes said without pressing the matter. “I just explained to you the god of our path of memory. Next, I will tell you about another god worshipped by the historians of time. They worship chaos and mystery, and their god is called ‘Mystery’.”
"What did you say that god's name was?" Upon hearing this name, Zu An was deeply shaken.
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