Chapter Two: My Words, You May Regard as Divine Prophecy

Those two ocean gods of the third rank, their power among the divine beings was exceedingly weak, mere lesser deities. Their arrival in this plane was nothing but a stroke of luck, yet even so, the battle raged for more than two months, resulting in catastrophic casualties.

One descended upon the Great Xia, the other upon the Free Nation in the West.

Both Great Xia and the Free Nation were titans among nations, famed for their military might, but neither had foreseen the coming of gods, nor could they have imagined the extraordinary power that such beings wielded.

Though it was nuclear arms that finally saw them through, the two ocean gods managed to escape back to the Ocean Temple.

From then on, the gods of the divine realm learned the coordinates of this once-forgotten, even feared, Blue Star plane.

A world of six billion potential believers, yet unconquered by gods, an independent plane—a prize coveted by every deity.

Six billion believers.

Such a terrifying number.

The vastness of Blue Star—what a boundless divine domain.

Enough for dozens of demigods to ascend to high divinity, and even irresistible to high gods themselves.

Those gods were all the more delighted to discover that the deity once guarding this world had perished.

From that day forth, this land once abandoned by gods became remembered once more.

One after another, gods descended from the heavens, leading their faithful races; one after another, demons crawled from the abyss.

The gods demanded human souls, turning them into emotionless followers to serve their will.

Demons tempted humans to sign contracts, making them apostles of evil.

From that day onward, humanity learned a cruel truth: the gods were far from the benevolent figures of legend.

And after witnessing the brutal deaths of his loved ones, Lin Fan, one of the survivors, resolutely joined the Great Xia coalition forces.

Through countless battles, Lin Fan stepped through death, left traces of blood with every inch, forged himself into one of the five guardian gods of Great Xia—ultimately, the last surviving guardian.

Bearing six stars, he became the only one above the five-star golden generals—the Six-Star Holy General, revered as the God of War of Great Xia!

As the supreme commander of the Asian Alliance, he held the position of Marshal.

He was also one of the few among humanity to ascend to godhood in flesh—the God Asura, possessing the power of a fifteenth-tier high deity!

Wielding the Asura Blade, stained with the blood of countless gods, he could stand against Apollo, the God of the Sun, without yielding!

He went further, pushing for the creation of countless astonishing feats in Great Xia.

There was the steel wall against Poseidon, the ocean god, the underground furnace against Ammoni, the winter god, and even, to oppose Apollo, the sun god, he hollowed out Tibet to forge subterranean cities.

Thanks to these incredible structures, the people of Great Xia endured rising tides, survived the harsh winter, and withstood solar eruptions, becoming humanity’s last hope!

“But now…”

“I am still too weak!”

“I alone cannot change everything. I must inform the higher-ups as soon as possible!”

Lin Fan inhaled a breath of the icy winter air, caring not for the teacher chasing behind him, and ran straight home.

Father and mother Lin sat on the sofa watching television, puzzling over the news reports.

“According to our correspondent, a large number of Buddha statues in Sa City Temple have shattered; experts say it’s due to years of neglect. Restoration crews are now investigating…”

“According to our correspondent, chanting has been heard at Mount Emei deep into the night for three days straight; experts believe it’s caused by the wind blowing through the forest at a certain angle, creating strange sounds. Official media have posted online to dispel rumors.”

“According to our correspondent…”

“Dad,” Lin’s mother rubbed her brow, “why are all these news reports so odd?”

“Because foreign gods are coming. The Eastern gods who once protected us are warning us.” Lin Fan’s voice came from the doorway.

Father Lin looked at Lin Fan in surprise, asking, “Why are you home? School…”

“The boiler room exploded, so school’s out today,” Lin Fan replied casually.

Lin Fan’s eyes were slightly red as he looked at his parents, recalling that moment when sea monsters descended and his parents stood before him, risking their lives.

“Oh, then get some rest today,” Father Lin said, not questioning the excuse, “You’ll be in your last year soon, so you need to study hard. With your grades, you should be fine, but don’t get complacent. I’m thinking of signing you up for an intensive class. By the way, we’re having pork ribs at noon…”

Halfway through speaking, Father Lin sensed something amiss and turned around.

Lin Fan had already hurried back to his bedroom.

“This kid…” Father Lin smiled helplessly.

“Alright, let him rest for once,” Mother Lin said, rising, “I’m heading to the market for ribs. Don’t forget to borrow five thousand from Old Zhang—those tutoring classes aren’t cheap now…”

The home was small, and poor, but warm.

Lin Fan sat by his bed, calming his emotions.

“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry.”

“School is no longer my concern. From now on, I will follow my own will.”

“Please let me be selfish this once. This time, Mom, Dad, I want you to live well.”

“I want everyone to live well!”

With that, Lin Fan took out the old Nokia under his pillow and dialed a number.

It was a private number, buried deep in his memory.

Elsewhere, in a classical office, an elderly man wearing a military uniform devoid of insignia or medals was correcting documents with bifocals.

He was over sixty, hair graying at the temples, but his spirit was vigorous, his bearing sharp, with the authority of one who commands respect.

Ring-ring.

The phone in his breast pocket rang.

“Commander Jin,” a secretary hurried in, bowing slightly, “Everyone is here, the meeting will begin soon, you…”

“No rush,” the old man smiled, waving his hand, “Let me answer this call first.”

It was his private line; only his lifelong companion and two children knew the number.

At his age and rank, calls from home mattered more than the red phone on his desk.

“How odd…” The old man glanced at the unfamiliar number, frowned, but answered, “Hello?”

“Old Jin, you’re alive after all!” came a young voice from the other end.

The tone was full of surprise and familiarity, as if they were close friends.

“You… who are you…” The old man tried to recall the voice, but shook his head, “No sales, thank you.”

He was about to hang up.

“Wait, Old Jin.” The youth’s voice suddenly grew tense.

“I know we haven’t met…but…your name is Jin Minsheng, Grand Commander of the Luzhou Military District, five-star golden general. You have a black mole on your chest, two bullet wounds on your abdomen, one on your shoulder, one on your thigh—all from border skirmishes.”

“Your left leg bears a knife wound, received while intervening during a holiday to aid someone, slashed by a criminal.”

“You know me?” Jin’s brow furrowed, then he smiled, “Though I’m not young, and don’t know much about the internet, I know all this can be found online… You salespeople really do your homework. Alright, hanging up. Don’t call this number again.”

“Your second combat brigade, commander Liu Mengfa, its firepower configuration is… The third brigade’s configuration is…”

Suddenly, the youth’s tone changed.

Jin was instantly stunned, his eyes cold.

In that moment, the old general was like a blade, exuding an aura of iron and blood!

Jin gripped the phone tightly, his voice icy, “These are military secrets. How do you know? Which country’s spy are you?”

He signaled the secretary to trace the call and locate its source.

But then—

“You don’t need to know who I am. We’ll meet someday.”

“If you must know, I can tell you—I am the god of the future, Great Xia’s first guardian deity, the God Asura, Lin Fan.”

“Now, you may treat what I’m about to say as a prophecy from a god.”

Lin Fan clutched the receiver, sweat beading on his forehead.