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Mysticism is an ancient discipline, involving herbs, history, religion, philosophy, and mythology.

Shadow believed that as a mysticist, Su Lixian must be a cold researcher, and her house would be orderly and frigid, filled with pale experimental instruments. But when he pushed the door open, he saw a flowering tree standing in the room.

Restricted by the height of the ceiling, the tree did not grow tall, yet it appeared lush and leafy, with plum-blossom-like flowers dotted between the leaves, a rare real plant from The World of Old Days, rather than a chemical imitation.

A wave of cold fragrance hit his face, and Shadow's steps halted at the doorway.

He saw that besides this beautiful flowering tree, the walls were crawling with pale roses, the ceiling adorned with pure white lilies, even the wooden staircase was accompanied by green vines, extremely vibrant, the whole house full of life, as if it could breathe.

On the walls hung ink-wash paintings, as if there had once been a woman standing there, adding strokes of varying intensity with meticulous care. She would show a vibrant smile and would carefully nurture beautiful flower trees, living romantically and tastefully.

—But Shadow only felt a chill in his heart.

Through the information from his body, Shadow already knew about Su Wensheng's past life—Su Lixian, as Su Wensheng's mother, almost never appeared in Su Wensheng's life. Her address, job, and phone number were all unclear. Even when grandma was ill and Su Wensheng was locked up, she didn't appear, not even a comforting phone call.

She was the most famous mysticist. Yet she didn't care at all about what Su Wensheng went through, allowing him to be tormented. She even romantically planted flowers and painted here.

Shadow clenched his fist, the more he observed the coziness of this building, the more he felt Su Wensheng's helplessness.

[—Why don't I have a mom?]

[—Why doesn't she care about me, why hasn't she ever called me, did I do something wrong?]

[—Why, why...]

The brighter the flowers and plants, the colder this family bond appeared.

Shadow searched the building for a long time but found no valuable clues, though there was a beautiful stringed instrument in Su Lixian's room.

Bivis introduced: "Madam Su Lixian loves playing the stringed instrument, this is her favorite harp. We all think that if she hadn't been immersed in mysticism, she might have become a very outstanding harpist."

Shadow touched the ornate carvings on the stringed instrument, looking at this expensive harp, his eyes were cold.

Bivis said: "Those paintings downstairs were co-created by Madam Su Lixian and Madam Lin Yuzi, they were companions."

Shadow said: "Lin Yuzi?"

Bivis said: "She's Yi Zhongyu's mother, and she's been deceased for several years."

Shadow sneered: "Su Lixian was really popular, the Yi Family is not an ordinary family, and yet she could become friends with Yi Zhongyu's mother."

Bivis smiled slightly: "Madam Su Lixian was the most illustrious mysticist, many wanted to befriend her, if she hadn't committed a serious crime, today she would still have a place in the world, she was such a dazzling person."

Shadow vaguely wondered if Su Ming'an's mother could also have been similarly brilliant as Su Lixian?

Shadow shouldered the camera, aiming it at Bivis: "You can go now, I want to check the computer in her room."

Bivis' face stiffened: "I don't have to leave, do I, I can guide you..."

The lens suddenly focused up close, almost squeezing into Bivis' entire face, Bivis retreated with a sullen face, surely he was captured terribly, the Dream Patrol Family simply did not understand how to find shooting angles, directly filming from the angle of death.

"No guidance needed, I'm going to check her computer, go on, go on!" The imagery drove out Bivis like pigs in a pigsty.

With a "bang," the door closed. Bivis clenched his fists, his nails drawing blood.

...

Shadow turned on the computer inside the room, but there were only some insignificant mysticism records. He felt irritated—indeed, any useful clues wouldn't be left here, the Union Government had already scavenged everything.

Just as he was casually looking around, a halo from the corner swept over him, as if certifying his iris, and then an electronic mechanical voice sounded:

...

[Welcome back, Madam Su Lixian.]

[Please enter the password: ?]

...

"Hmm?" Shadow squinted.

—Is this an arrangement left by Su Lixian as a backup?

This mechanism that only appears after iris certification indicates no one has successfully opened it before. He actually found something new. But why could his iris pass the certification?

"Password?" Shadow didn't know what password Su Wensheng's mother would set, so he casually said: "6666?"

...

[Incorrect password, please try again. (Four attempts remaining, after which the information will be destroyed.)]

...

"Hey hey hey, only four attempts." Shadow raised his eyebrows: "Let me think... Su Wensheng's birthday... Forget it, such a heartless mother definitely wouldn't use that as a password..."

He thought for a while, then gave up thinking.

Directly handed the problem to the body, shamelessly slacked off.

"Body, there's a password here, see what should be entered..."

...

Su Ming'an sat on the bridge railing, the evening breeze lifted his black hair, carrying moist air.

Wang Mingming, Han Han, and Shang Qi were sitting beside him. It was vacation time, and they chose to enjoy the scenery and play cards.

"Hey, Su Xiaobai, you coming to play?" Wang Mingming called out.

Su Ming'an shook his head, his legs dangling on the bridge railing, below was the ever-flowing wide river.

Su Ming'an softly said: "Try 0528."

0528 was Su Lixian's birthday.

...

[Incorrect password, please try again. (Three attempts remaining)]

...

"792801." Su Ming'an said.

792801 was Su Lixian's laboratory code.

...

[Incorrect password, please try again. (Two attempts remaining)]

...

"Wait, let me think of a way." Su Ming'an rubbed his temples.

"Alright, then I give up for now." Shadow said.

Breathing in the moist air, Su Ming'an squinted, gazing at the gradually descending twilight in the distance.

Street lights flickered on one by one, people began to emerge from buildings, collecting their drying clothes.

Just then, a flash of inspiration struck through Su Ming'an's mind like lightning, causing his body to tremble, suddenly he said:

"Try 3030!"

Shadow frowned and input "3030".

...

[Password correct.]

...

Shadow stared in surprise at the electronic screen unfolding before him. After the correct password, there was only one file inside: [Recording.mp3].

——Did Su Lixian only leave behind one recording?

Shadow clicked play.

A clear youthful voice came through:

"Hello."

Shadow was shocked—this was Su Wensheng's voice! It was actually recorded by Su Wensheng.

Shadow said, "Main body, I'm playing the recording here, listen carefully."

Su Ming'an sat on the railing, carefully listening through the shared senses.

Su Wensheng's recording said:

"If you can hear this recording, then you must be Su Wensheng."

"You must remember what I'm about to say."

"You're probably very curious about why you often experience amnesia. It's because you carry too many people's prayers, emotions spanning a thousand years. If you constantly remember their emotions, you'd be swallowed by endless feelings. So, I often hypnotize you to forget these burdensome emotions. But I also leave clues to help you search for past memories."

Su Wensheng's voice was calm, though you could hear his trembling, seemingly fighting against intense emotions:

"You should have now investigated the Ark Project and discovered a rebirth plan hidden behind it. Let me directly tell you what the rebirth plan is, to save you the trouble of investigating—'Rebirth Plan' aims to obscure history, make humans completely forget the past, limiting their vision to just the recent few years."

"Once human history is erased, humans won't resonate with past art and emotion. When you attempt to become a god, humans would have lost the foundation of faith. Today's deities can permanently rule them, and humans would never rise again."

"I suppose, by now, you should be aware of the importance of becoming a god."

"You should also have investigated some mythologies—millennia ago, the Old Gods once protected humanity, providing warmth. However, the Supreme God usurped the Old Gods' divinity, showing no compassion towards humanity, turning this world oppressive and cold."

"Su Wensheng, listening to this, please calm your emotions, don't be overwhelmed by swirling feelings."

Su Ming'an gently pressed his chest, feeling no swirling emotions, only tranquility in his heart.

Yet he was amazed by Su Wensheng's foresight—Su Wensheng anticipated that he would investigate Su Lixian's house and meticulously calculated Su Ming'an's investigative progress, knowing precisely which step Su Ming'an had reached, almost without a hint of error. It was as if Su Wensheng was watching Su Ming'an's footsteps in real time.

This level of thinking and judgment ability left him astonished.

"Alright, I'll continue speaking." Su Wensheng's recording proceeded:

"I can frankly tell you. The Old God that disappeared a thousand years ago... can be said to be you."

Hearing this, Su Ming'an's heart trembled.

He watched as a white tendril slowly emerged from his back, pressing it back down.

"The current deity definitely wants to completely destroy you. Yet it truly cares about you, its feelings..." Su Wensheng's tone carried some hesitation: "Hmm... very contradictory."

"It must have interacted with you; I speculate, it may have even expressed statements like 'I really like you'. Regardless of how you feel about it, you can somewhat rely on it but must never completely trust it. It occasionally won't let you die, but when necessary it won't show mercy."

"And..."

At this point, Su Wensheng's tone began to grow pained. He breathed heavily, for a moment, only the sound of his low panting was in the recording.

Su Ming'an quietly listened, only the damp wind on the bridge brushed past his ear.

"I... I..."

The pain in the voice linked together, Su Wensheng coughed, seemingly coughing up blood.

"Damn, countless emotions... have come again..."

"This time the recording... ends here... I must... first erase my memory. Su Wensheng, if you hear this, your memory should have mostly awakened, remember... to timely record a new period's awakening recording... with that, I'll end it here."

With a "click" sound, the recording cut off, the bridge was silent.

Su Ming'an stared at the rushing Jiang Shui, his heart full of shock.

This was a recording Su Wensheng left for himself. Every once in a while, Su Wensheng had to erase his memory to prevent being overwhelmed by countless emotions, and then record a file that could awaken his memory, passing his memory piece by piece down the line.

Erase, awaken, erase, awaken, and then erase, then awaken again.

Remember, forget, then remember, then forget.

Constantly sinking and rising in emotions, continuously stitching himself together in memories, relentlessly piecing fragments into a complete self, over and over again.

Su Ming'an was not Su Wensheng himself, he was not awakened by such a recording. Yet he had gained quite a bit of information—such as he himself being the Old God. The current deity had usurped his divinity.

"Su Xiaobai, don't be upset." Han Han saw Su Ming'an lower his head, thinking he was saddened by not saving grandma Lin, hastily comforting him.

Su Ming'an tilted his head, returning a comforting gaze.

——And just at that moment.

"——Bold of you. Just the four of you?"

At the end of the bridge, a person entirely in pure white walked over. The glow hung from their shoulders, as if gathering radiance.

Instantly, Han Han's face turned ashen, her voice stuck in her throat. Wang Mingming and Shang Qi beside her were so terrified they collapsed to the ground.

They had seen similar sculptures of that person countless times in sacred settings like chapels and halls, every inch perfect to the extreme, evoking a profound sense of faith. People loudly praised, prostrated, accompanied by holy music, silk, and flowers.

——But they never imagined they'd see it in reality.

That person, gathering radiance, walked slowly over the bridge, vehicles stopped at that second, faces froze in that moment, their hair, fabric, breath all came to stillness.

Only Su Ming'an sat on the railing, his black hair fluttering with Chang Feng, as though the only flowing river in time.

"Deity." Su Ming'an said.

Their wager was not yet over, what was the deity doing here to meet him?

Taunting, collaborating, suppressing, or... reneging?

The deity was entirely white, eyes very faint in color.

They stood before him, staring intently into Su Ming'an's eyes, as if there were something vivid inside them.

"Something to discuss, follow me." The deity spoke, their voice like a drifting wind.

"I also have something for now." Su Ming'an said.

Wang Mingming and the others watching Su Ming'an's defiance were pale with fear, even if unable to move, they really wanted to urge Su Ming'an.

...What could be more important than a deity's command? He must be crazy.

The deity's eyebrows furrowed, the heavy pressure made others unable to straighten their backs, clearly showing some displeasure, their voice turned deeper: "What's that?"

Su Ming'an said:

"Go to the grave, offer three bunches of roses."