Against The True Gods-Chapter 170: Old Sky

The gate was made of old stone painted gold, the insignia of seven stars orbiting a singular bleeding eye etched at its center, as complex runes and formations glowed across its structure.

Jamie looked at Caine, his gaze steadying.

"Are you ready?"

Caine smiled and nodded. Jamie nodded back.

Forming a blade of qi, Jamie cut his hand open, allowing the blood to flow from his palm and down onto the gate. Slowly, his blood filled each and every single rune and symbol etched into it.

With a pale face, Jamie withdrew his hand and began to bandage it.

RUMBLE!

The gate slowly began to open.

"I'll see you soon if the gods will it."

Jamie faded into a cloud of smoke that drifted and dispersed along the harsh winds that swept through the city.

Caine didn't mind this. The gate opened, revealing a swirling portal of gold and red.

Without hesitation, he jumped in.

Immediately, the gate closed and entirely vanished, leaving no trace of its existence behind.

***

[Five planes of infinite wealth and joy, bridged by a singular star that once transcended space and time. That, once, was my view of my beautiful five skies—my beloved home.]

[But all things follow a cycle, dictated by the rising and falling tides of yin and yang. My world, once a haven of peace and potential, was soon sundered by…monsters.]

[The five planes were broken, the true star sealed, and my people… slaughtered. Like cattle.]

[Only I remained.]

Caine drifted through darkness as these words echoed all around him. He couldn't move, but he could feel his body traveling through space, being teleported somewhere.

[So I mirrored the skies. Unable to pierce what lay above, I took refuge in what lay below, in what guards the hells—the seas.]

[To counter the monsters of the skies, I tamed the abominations of the seas.]

[My White Sea Cult is a spark of hope.]

BOOOM!

Caine's vision cleared as he reached his destination, and immediately, he found himself overwhelmed by the purity of the qi around him.

He stood on the edge of a cliff that plunged toward a grand and expansive forest, filled with trees of white bark and bloody leaves.

But this wasn't the only oddity. Instead of being rooted in soil, the entire world seemed to sit on a vast expanse of golden waters that glowed, reflecting the eerie dark rays of light emanating from the black star that loomed in the emerald skies above.

In the middle of this forest, a floating citadel of pure white stood, its spires piercing into the dark purple clouds that drifted unfettered across the heavens.

'What a strange place.'

The qi in the air was shockingly pure—almost a percent of the purity of Caine's own qi. While this might have sounded underwhelming, it had to be remembered that Caine had aged his qi by countless trillions of eras during his many trials.

To even be remotely comparable was shocking beyond words. Caine's qi nowadays was so pure that he mostly couldn't use it, forced to revert to his old ways of manipulating atmospheric qi.

Though this would change very soon, it remained impressive nonetheless.

Just as Caine was about to move and head toward the citadel in the distance, a small tablet appeared in front of him.

[Analysing—Processing: Cleared.]

The tablet glowed gold.

[Humanoid species detected—access cleared. Ally bloodline detected—clearance level elevated.]

<Would you like to teleport to the White Sea Citadel?>

Caine was taken aback for a moment before he accepted, and in an instant, he was directly transported into the distance, arriving at the entrance of the citadel.

He stood before a grand metallic set of doors so massive they stretched across the entire length of the citadel's spires.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

The doors opened, a wild rush of wind blowing Caine's hair back as his robes violently fluttered under the intensity. Yet, uncaring for this, he directly walked in.

The inside of the citadel, contrary to what he expected, was rather simple.

A single throne stood in the middle of the room, and all around, countless piles of spatial rings could be seen, filled to the brim with rare resources of all types.

There was so much of it that, for a moment, even Caine was stunned.

Focusing his attention back on the throne, he took a step toward it, but as soon as he did so, a change occurred.

The doors behind him slammed shut, and suddenly, from above, motes of silver light began to fall, illuminating the room.

Upon the throne, the figure of a man began to take shape.

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Short white hair, a thick white beard, and ancient, wizened brown eyes—the man looked unassuming, yet the potency of his aura was staggering.

He stood as one man yet carried the weight of an endless ocean, the radiance of infinite stars, and the stability of the greatest mountains of existence.

His back was strong, his shoulders unmoving, and his heart powerful as he gazed ahead, his eyes locking onto Caine, his chin resting on his closed fist.

He radiated the aura of a leader—one who bore the weight of the world itself, with his back straight and his lips sealed shut.

A king. A true king.

He began to speak.

"This is a recording for the future. I had hoped to never have to throw this burden onto the shoulders of another, but I suppose I am just as much of a failure as they once said I was."

The man's voice was deep yet soothing to the ear, brimming with warmth.

"This is a message for the future, for any whose heart may remain unwavering in the face of the truth. Whoever you may be, before I begin, I'd like to tell you—I'm sorry."

"Your ancestors and I have failed you. We've failed all of you, and now, we require… your help. I am sorry. Truly."

The man smiled, a sad and melancholic smile, as he lazily reclined in his throne, his strong bearings slowly faltering to reflect the image of a… defeated man.

"I am known as God Old Sky."