But Shiayar could clearly feel it.
Before his eyes, this tiny mercury snake seemed, somehow, different from the incarnations of the Evil God he had dealt with before. It did not possess the wildly violent fluctuations of Divine Power but was relatively calm instead. More importantly, the creature before him did not look like a Godly Descent formed by the cohesion of the Power of Faith and Divine Power; it rather seemed to be a tangible entity that genuinely existed.
This was a Fabled Creature that truly walked the world. It was the first Fabled Creature since the Fourth Epoch to descend onto the Main Material Plane in its true form. Even during the tumultuous times of the Calamity Land, Fabled Creatures had only sent half-bodies and Faith Incarnations, never having entered the fray themselves.
As if sensing Shiayar's astonishment, the ethereal tiny mercury snake slowly opened its eyes under Shiayar's gaze. They were pale brown serpent eyes, their gaze exuding a cold and supreme Divinity.
"Is this the place of my rebirth, led by destiny?" He mused, His voice seeming to echo from ancient times.
The lofty divine fluctuations rippled through The Void, carrying with them the language of ancient primitive times. It was a sort of ancient variation, a mix of the ancient Abyss Language and the advanced Elf language, incomprehensible to the remnants of the Angel Family clustering around.
However, Shiayar had already developed Jayee's "Fire Spark Source" skill during ten idle years in the Garden of Eden. It had been upgraded beyond "Extraordinary Sainthood" to a super-level skill and could now be considered akin to a super artificial intelligence. Assisted by the massive amount of research materials and records on ancient languages stored in the database, the ancient language was rapidly translated by Jayee as soon as it was spoken, and then conveyed to Shiayar through the Soul Pact.
"I did not expect the Angel Family I founded to have fallen into such a state," He continued. "But then again, I have not responded to prayers in the Astral Realm for over a thousand years; it is fortunate that the Angel Family has not yet been extinguished."
With His serpent eyes, the little snake of flowing mercury blood slowly scanned the remnants of the Angel Family, who gazed at Him with fervent expressions. In His eyes, the color of mercury flowed slowly, forming the shape of an ouroboros. Then, specks of light drifted out from the bodies of those Angel Family remnants, converging into a silver-white ring; scene after scene of ethereal imagery circulated above the ring. Those were their Wheels of Destiny, engraved with the paths of fate these Humans had experienced in their lives. The Wheels of Fate, reflected in the eyes of the tiny ethereal snake, were then comprehensively read.
"So it seems, Ashes, Dusk, Oathbreaker, Faceless Figure, and others, have all chosen to make their Godly Descent here, aiming to overturn the Empire known as Fresta. The sheer density of Godly Descents on this scale... also means that the Fourth Epoch is drawing to a close, approaching its end. It is indeed aligned with destiny that I am reborn in this tumultuous age to seek an opportunity for recovery."
He murmured these lofty words, having rapidly discerned the foundational backdrop of the era of His resurrection by reading the Wheels of Destiny of these Humans.
But with so many Godly Descents by deities from the Abyssal side, why is there not the slightest sign of them in the current world?
His yellow serpent eyes gazed into the distance towards the peaceful, serene buildings of the Empire Capital under the night sky, His ancient self-talk tinged with a hint of confusion.
My aim is not to display My might or spread My faith, so naturally, I wouldn't cause much disturbance.
But as an ancient existence even among True Gods, He was well aware of the conduct of those Evil Gods from the Abyssal side. Their minds had been altered by long exposure to the Abyssal will, often becoming a bit irrational. During the chaotic period of the Third Era, Godly Descent ceremonies would often destroy entire Human cities. With multiple Gods descending at once now, how could the commotion be so minimal?
But then, His gaze paused briefly. It fell upon a completely unremarkable black-haired youth at the very edge of the crowd of Angel Family remnants. He distinctly sensed resistance against His Authority to observe the Wheel of Destiny in that person.
He has a Sacred Relic on him?
Although I have just been resurrected, my Rank for observing fate still exists. The mystique of ordinary Sacred Relics cannot conceal destiny. Only those ancient Sacred Relics from the First Era could achieve such an effect.
This immediately piqued His interest.
If I could acquire a Sacred Relic from the First Era from my own followers and then devour the mysteries within, my progress in resurrection would undoubtedly be greatly accelerated.
His yellow serpent eyes narrowed slightly, the flow of mercury within Him suddenly accelerating as He fully unleashed His Authority to observe fate. A few specks of light began to emanate from the black-haired youth but failed to form any images.
HISS—
It seems the mystique of the Sacred Relic he carries is far more formidable than I had imagined. Perhaps it came not just from the First Era, but from an even earlier time... the very inception of the Plane, before sentient life even existed. And if I could completely absorb such mystique, I might even have the chance to completely skip the slow process of accumulating power to recover and directly ascend to the throne of Godhood at its zenith.
Thinking thus, the tiny mercury snake's serpent eyes glinted with a touch of fervor. A roar emanated from the depths of the ethereal Spirit Realm, and the speed of light dispersing from the black-haired youth increased slightly.