Have I not believed in the light before?

As a member of the knightly order adhering to the knightly virtues, I naturally abide by the knightly principles: be as fervent as the sun, illuminating the earth with fiery blood.

“My idol is King Arthur.”

He glanced at the knightly hero oil painting beside him.

This was the man acclaimed as the closest to the divine in all of Hawkes’ history in the Martial Dao; he led the Round Table Knight Order, a near-mythical legendary figure.

He unified the British Isles, a hero admired by all knights today.

Knights, right?

Fu Qingjun smiled.

Being a traditional feudal western dynasty governed by Martial Dao, akin to the English Kingdom in his memory, they governed lands with knight families, knightly domains, barons, viscounts, dukes… and similar hierarchical systems.

“Are you the angel of the Mayan Civilization?”

Isaac couldn’t help but ask.

At this moment, he was overwhelmed with complex emotions and didn’t know what to say anymore.

Professor Naxika’s archaeology demonstrated that the Mayan Civilization really existed hundreds of thousands of years ago.

This encounter was surreal.

An angel that could fly.

It turns out the angels and demons from Western folklore and even the Bible indeed exist.

He suddenly felt an indescribable pride and honor within; we possess deities.

“There’s no need to be nervous.”

Fu Qingjun’s expression was exceedingly gentle.

He gently flapped his wings and approached the window; outside was a large European-style cathedral and clock tower under the night sky, “To think that this distant future still remembers the history of our prehistoric Mayan Civilization.”

Isaac suddenly grew excited, involuntarily clenching his fist, “Remember? How could we not remember! No matter how distant history is, it won’t cause us to forget our ancestral heroes! If we forsake our ancestors’ history, we will lose everything!”

Professor Naxika is such a respectable person, dedicating his life to archaeology, bringing ancient relics buried in history’s sands back into the people’s view.

He sensed a strong premonition that this felt like the beginning of some mythological tale; the current scene gave him a feeling remarkably similar to those Western mythological stories, a kind of epic atmosphere.

A divine mission given to mortals, starting a legendary journey.

Like the legend of King Arthur, pulling the sword from the stone, an ancient knight bestowed with royal authority.

“This world is undergoing change; according to the Mayan prophecy, our world is set to face a catastrophic disaster.” Fu Qingjun gazed out the window, his first words shook the heart of the Western knight.

Catastrophic disaster?

“A calamity that would destroy the world?”

Isaac’s pupils widened, “Just like the fog after the prehistoric flood, monsters continuously appearing? The dark forbidden zones will return to this land….”

“These are cyclical disasters; historically, across this vast starry sky under which lies this life-filled planet, such scenes have occurred more than once, and the prehistoric fog from over a hundred thousand years ago will invade this era again.”

As the tale unfolded, Isaac vaguely saw pictures from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

It was a tragic song of the earth.

Time and space converged, nameless entities within the fog took living beings as blood meals, continuously demonicizing the species of this land.

It was extremely bleak, a dark and hopeless primitive prehistoric period, where countless lives perished amid the fog, swallowed by darkness, treated as blood prey by sinister beings.

He saw one heroic martyr after another, shedding tears, laughing bitterly, roaring towards the sky, charging at the monsters within the fog.

He saw the most revered Emperor Lianna, drenched in blood, stubbornly moving forward in the fog, seeking hope where none seemed visible.

A wordless feeling of being moved rose in Isaac’s heart.

This was the greatest resistance of prehistoric humanity amid cycles of fog and darkness!

Isaac’s heart surged; he deeply wished to join this, the knightly romance hidden in his very blood, the knightly ethos of protection, fully arose.

“The Mayan spirit is the very essence that our Sun Never Sets Dynasty, our knights have continuously sustained and passed on to this day.” Isaac’s voice was deep,

“The fog is approaching; this land might soon be covered by darkness.”

Fu Qingjun looked at Isaac, “This time, this disaster also needs someone to resist, to save all the people of this land, to protect all life beneath the sky.”

Isaac seemed to realize something, his heartbeat pounded fiercely.

He was almost overtaken by the wild rhythm of his heart, seemingly losing the consciousness of thought.

“Their Eastern Yin Ruins has already resurrected their ancient civilization, with Nuwa creating humans, they’re setting out again, preparing to resist the fog… while our West, at this moment, the glorious Sun Never Sets Kingdom, how can we stand idly behind those Easterners?”

“We must also rise again.”

Fu Qingjun’s eyes sparkled as if flames flickered within, “Isaac, are you willing to become my third disciple? To revive this era’s Western Mayan Civilization and to fight for the protection of humanity beneath the starry sky?”

“I am willing!”

Isaac kneeled down suddenly with knightly etiquette, full of devotion and fortitude.

“Thus, I will crown you.”

“To wear the crown, one must bear its weight.”

Fu Qingjun spoke calmly, pulling out a strand of hair, with his expression exceedingly solemn, gently placing it on Isaac’s head,

Rustle!

The lush golden hair of this tall and handsome knight began to slowly fall at the center, leaving a smooth patch in the middle, with only a single tuft gently swaying in the breeze.

“I bestow upon the living the spark of life; as a deity, you shall rule over the living of this earth.” Fu Qingjun extended his hand, sending a group of mortals, witches, angels, and demons from the Mayan Civilization into this room.

“This technique is our Mayan Civilization’s crystal wall system’s divine scripture, cultivating the faith of all beings.”

After bestowing the people, Fu Qingjun also granted a cultivation method.

Though it speaks of the Mayan Civilization, it was actually surreptitiously adapted from the neighboring Emperor of Yin Ruins’ “Nine-Turns God Refining Technique.”

After all, this technique absorbs the incense fire of billions of beings, refining their impurities, and cultivates into the True God of Incense fire, a great shaman.

Fu Qingjun pondered.

This should be the path opened by Jiaxia, if it works in the East, why shouldn’t it work here?

After all, Western deities also absorb incense.

Let him cultivate this, as a deity, it works perfectly.

After explaining it to him once, Fu Qingjun planned to leave.

“Master…” At this moment, Isaac suddenly moved his brows, looking at this mysterious presence about to depart, “Could you tell me, what really happened after Emperor Lianna of the prehistoric Mayan Civilization entered the fog?”

Fu Qingjun was taken aback.

Goodness, trying to catch up on stories with me.

Fu Qingjun simply smiled, saying indifferently, “That history from over 100,000 years ago? Why not go see for yourself? If you become strong enough in the future, I can let you personally travel through time, return to the past, and witness this distant history 100,000 years ago, fighting to change the past!”

Travel through time, back to hundreds of thousands of years ago!

Isaac’s skin prickled all over, his face filled with shock.

Master, just what kind of great deity are you?

God?

Jesus?

Actually capable of time travel.

“Master, who exactly are you?” Isaac couldn’t help but ask.

“Who am I?”

Fu Qingjun smiled and slowly departed, his figure vanishing into the night,

“For over 100,000 years, I’ve forgotten much, I once witnessed the great flood covering all things, and helped guide the rise of the Mayan Civilization, ‘Jiaxia’ was my old friend, ‘Nuwa’ was my friend, ‘Witch Ancestor’ was my first disciple, ‘Celestial Emperor’ was my junior… above, I communicate ‘Heaven and Earth’, below, I suppress ‘Nine Netherworld’. “

Isaac listened, dumbfounded.

He knew little about these mythical figures, but he did catch the phrase, Witch Ancestor was my first disciple.

Witch Ancestor… Yudula?

He recalled the history from hundreds of thousands of years ago within the annals, where one page seemed to document such origins.

“Master, could it be…!???” Suddenly, he hurriedly flipped through “Chronicles of the Mayan Civilization,” frantically trying to seek traces of a certain existence.

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