Xia Xiu stared at the old man in front of him. The strength of the other party made him realize that if this confrontation continued, the situation might only become more uncontrollable.

He sighed softly and changed the [Lever of Heaven] in his hand from a battle stick to a more low-key 15-inch magic wand. The silver light quickly faded and turned into a warm brilliance.

The three incarnations gradually disappeared into his body, taking away the suffocating sense of oppression.

He showed his goodwill to the old man.

The old man still stood there, his eyes calm and restrained, quietly observing every detail of Xia Xiu's movements.

Xia Xiu noticed that the old man was very surprised by the seeming existence of the [Incarnation of the Master], and... admired it.

"You are a seeker, right?

You remind me of my father. You are just like my father. You are both children of [Va?juma] and [Mekhane]; you are both sons of flesh and machine.

It symbolizes that human civilization originated from the combination of life and reason, and is also limited by the contradiction between these two forces.

You are like my father, you are both Apollos."

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling slightly shocked inside.

[Wazijuma] and [Mehane]...

The two are just different in pronunciation. In Terran language, the two are [Adabos] and [McCaan].

Judging from the semantics, the old man should not be talking about the think tank, but the existence of the two themselves - the God of Infinity and Brokenness that he covers.

The son of flesh and machine...

The perfect prosthesis...

Once again, he thought of the scene when he was born in Terra, the scene of his awakening on the [Spiral Road], and the deal between the four monarchs and himself.

Before he went to the [Spiral Road], he had been shrouded in a unique Mi Mu, similar to the [obstacle of knowledge and vision] - he had never recalled that his appearance before and after his birth were basically the same.

details, and he forgot some of the relevant memories before he came to Terra.

Ever since he participated in the Deduction War, everything that happened here has been disconnected from past memories, and has also undergone tremendous changes from the original so-called "game".

Previously, the Four Monarchs transformed into the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and made deals with themselves because of the so-called [Perfect Prosthetic Body].

Xia Xiu pondered for a moment, quickly organizing words in his mind.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, I'll listen."

The old man said happily.

"Of course, but I hope your speech is more valuable than silence. My father always said - your speech must be more valuable than silence."

When Xia Xiu heard this, he subconsciously stretched out his left hand and rubbed his chin.

It seems that if you want to get the answer from this unfathomable being, you must be concise and concise without going into details.

So, he raised his head and asked three simple but profound questions in a clear and calm tone:

"Who are you? Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

Very classic three philosophical questions.

After the words fell, the air seemed to be quiet for a moment, and even the echoes around him paused slightly.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed softly.

His laughter was not loud, but it was as loud as a bell, with a power that penetrated the soul.

He spoke slowly, with appreciation in his voice:

"Three questions get to the point. A wise person uses the fewest words to paint a huge picture."

"Simplicity is the soul of wisdom, verbosity is the body of superficiality." Xia Xiu replied.

Hearing this, the old man became even more happy. His eyes showed some admiration and he adjusted his stance slightly.

"It seems that this old man likes this style of tone..." Xia Xiu thought in his heart, and he was ready to give in to what he liked.

"Very good, I like the way you expressed it. Now it's time for me to answer."

The old man paused, then slowly raised his hand to tidy up the brown ancient clothes, his movements gentle but with a solemn sense of ceremony.

He stared straight at Xia Xiu, his weather-beaten eyes shining with an indescribable depth of light.

"Then, let me answer your first question first - 'Who am I.'"

Before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly took steps and walked slowly towards Xia Xiu.

The footsteps were clear and powerful, and the air seemed to be weighed heavier by an invisible force.

The old man got closer and closer, until the distance between the two was only an arm's length.

Close enough to easily launch a devastating attack.

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the light in his golden pupils flickered for a moment. He restrained his instinctive fighting reaction and tightened his fingers on the magic wand slightly, but did not make any hostile move.

He just stood there quietly, staring at the old man in front of him, waiting for his next words.

The old man stopped and stood in front of the blond young man.

His gaze passed over the blond young man's pupils as dazzling as gold, and a trace of complex emotions flashed through his eyes, which were both probing, a little sarcastic, and even mixed with a touch of unnoticeable sadness.

He slowly raised his finger and pointed at the mural on the east wall. The golden man standing in front of the sun was wearing a shining crown and holding a long silver-tipped staff.

The old man's voice was low but clear, echoing throughout the temple.

"I am the third son of the Sun, the last guardian of Ode Papadopolis."

"My name is Seth."

As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly, like a noble prince.

He added meaningfully:

"I am Seth—the real Seth."

[Set] - One of the Nine Pillars in the Book of the Dead, the god of drought and storms.

Of course, besides this [Set], there is another [Set].

One of the first three sons, brother of Cain and Abel.

Seth's eyes fell back on Xia Xiu, a smile appeared on his face, with an inexplicable meaning.

His gaze swept across Xia Xiu's body and finally stopped on his golden eyes, as if he saw countless hidden secrets.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "My eyes saw..." Seth whispered, "You have traces of information from other blood descendants of Vazjuma... I feel the sun ship

fluctuations.”

Seth's eyes were fixed on Xia Xiu, as if waiting for confirmation.

"You also killed his information owner. I still feel... my brother's aura in you... [?????(Cain)]... you killed him with a destined death.

owner of the information.”

Xia Xiu's fingers gently turned the magic wand, which was a kind of calm defense that also kept him calm.

He didn't like the old man being so close to him. His mysterious, leisurely and yet vaguely oppressive aura made him feel uncomfortable.

What alarmed him even more was what the old man mentioned about him.

[Osiris] who won Fei II, [Cain] who impaled the Lord...

The triple halo behind him was trembling slightly at the moment, making a squeaking heat dissipation sound, which was the result of high-intensity etheric operations.

He could feel a strange and cold gaze peering at him.

This gaze was as precise as a razor, bypassing all barriers and reaching directly to the periphery of his own information fragments.

As the [Crown One], Xia Xiu's existence has long been like an "information integration body". Only information bodies at a deeper level than him can achieve confrontation at this level.

And Seth has obviously reached this level.

Moreover, the other party observed directly without any disguise, which was a bit provocative.

Despite this, Xia Xiu did not show any panic.

His curiosity overcame all discomfort at this moment. He tilted his head slightly and spoke in a low voice with a trace of undisguised interest:

"Cain? He's your brother?"

Seth nodded, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

He turned around and pointed to a fragmented mural on the wall. The figures on the mural seemed to have lost their clear faces for some reason, and the remaining outlines were blurry and sad.

"The name of this mural," Seth whispered, with a hint of deep fatigue and sigh in his voice, "is - 'The Betrayal of Three Sons'."

The old man's fingers slid gently on the rough surface of the mural, his movements slow and careful, as if he was afraid of disturbing the memories sealed in it.

His eyes rested on the blurry outline, and heavy emotions showed in his eyes, as if they were dragged into some distant past by unforgettable pain.

"His voice was low and slow, and every word seemed to be unearthed from the depths of memory.

"The painting symbolizes the conflict between the three sons and also foreshadows the division and decline of the kingdom."
To be continued...