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Chapter 162 - 151: The Missing Pan Hao

Chapter 162: Chapter 151: The Missing Pan Hao

At Number 12 of the Game Training Camp, Comrade Lu Tianming also heaved a deep sigh upon hearing this news.

"Alas..."

His elder brother, a Heavenly God descending to earth, had sacrificed himself for all humanity in an inconceivable way.

Such a deed was indelible...

If a gentleman appears to be a gentleman, and his speech and conduct are those of a gentleman until the moment of his death,

Then with the coffin sealed, no matter how dark and crafty his heart, he is indeed a gentleman.

Moreover, "the world" knows of such deeds.

Humans are the smallest and smartest children fostered by the world.

In the thick darkness, pairs of greedy eyes are hidden.

Some braver children always try to explore the unknown areas within the fog.

Standing on tiptoes, trying to choose their own destiny; trembling at heart, seeking ways to control nature.

Having endured times of drinking blood and eating raw flesh, we stole fire.

Surviving the era of farming with fire and blade, we forged steel.

We fell in the forbidden zones, and some blocked the invasion of the fog with their bodies.

Some became light.

Some tasted hundreds of herbs.

Some stole fire sparks.

The world will not forget.

We were written into epics.

If epics are forgotten, we will be described as myths.

...

...

It took a long time for everyone to gradually recover from that bewildering shock.

The world had been at peace for so long that perhaps most people were experiencing the shock of a Saint’s death for the first time in their lives. Gaia consciousness has no emotions, but Gaia consciousness could distinguish the interest of that figure.

Comrade Number 2 came forward once again to oversee the tasks, clearing his throat lightly, "Comrades, I won’t say much else, but the international investigation team has just sent new messages."

"This time’s imagery, likely sent by Gaia consciousness, is relatively mild and shouldn’t cause headaches or other symptoms. It is signaling us to deal with that tree."

"Superpower users with a Spiritual Strength above 1000, which includes all the Class B ability users across the world, have nearly all received this imagery..."

"Even a very small number of sensitive common people have dreamed of this imagery in their sleep."

"This implies that Gaia consciousness has recorded this piece of history, and it could unintentionally affect ordinary humans..."

"What happens when ordinary people are infected by Gaia consciousness?" asked Number 24, raising a hand.

"It’s not necessarily a bad thing..." explained Number 2. "The actions of Gaia consciousness are actually meant to maintain its own prosperity. Cultural phenomena, new social trends, novels, movies, animations, etc., spontaneous inspirations could all be related."

"It’s best not to delve too deep into this. [Game] has essentially anchored this historical segment; it’s an established fact, and there’s not much more to talk about."

Number 2 sighed. "The problem now is whether the expedition team, including Number 1, just need to deal with that tree to sink the Blood Demon, is that right?"

"That is also a segment designed by [Game], the ideal conclusion we cannot refuse."

With so many oddities in the world, as for [Game]... we can’t manage everything, and we just have to accept it.

Another person answered, "That is the current hypothesis. Number 1 and the other expedition team members have received the relevant imagery; they just need to deal with the tree to sink the Blood Demon."

"Their personnel composition and the Strange Objects they carry are sufficient."

A Subordinate Demon God, the Blood Demon, just inexplicably sank.

There is no simpler method than this in the world.

Even attempting to find another method is not quite practical.

Could it be possible to let the [Blood Demon] truly surface and then deal with it?

Impossible!

Humans cannot bear the severe losses caused by the surfacing of the Blood Demon.

"Furthermore, regarding the alterations in the timeline."

The one speaking was stationed near the Heavenly Pillar, Number 3, an old woman, also the maker of the Rune Blade: "Alterations in the timeline mainly exist in the ’Paradise’ parallel world."

"According to the atomic clock in the Heavenly Pillar, our world has almost no alterations in the timeline."

"The only change might be in that refugee, a member of the expedition team named Pan Hao, who should have died in that village."

Number 2 immediately said, "We have already dispatched a large number of personnel to find this ’Pan Hao’ and further understand the cause, process, and outcome of the whole matter."

"Moreover, regarding the expedition team that ’Gregory’ was part of, we have found related information from international organizations. Forty years ago, the Rose Cross Society hired an expedition team to search for the legendary Fountain of Youth, and Gregory was a member of that team."

"That expedition team went and never returned, disappearing into the river of history."

Someone said, "This guy must be a vampire, and although the Rose Cross Society isn’t quite a powerful organization, sending a vampire out on an expedition always feels a bit strange."

Number Two shook his head, "Ah, you should understand, power, money, corruption, and degeneration are eternal themes. The serpent devours the elephant, showing its bones at the age of three. Supernatural power brings great benefits. Vampires and such are actually fairly normal."

"Within our Black-clothed Guard, it is impossible to remain forever pure and untainted. The Blood Demon incident is not yet over; the serpent hidden within has not yet been removed."

The turmoil caused by the Blood Demon was too great. Domestic issues were still manageable, but abroad it really claimed many lives, creating immense panic.

After this, the great purge concerning the anchoring and clearing of the Blood Demon will continue for a very long time...

Of course, let us not dwell too much on these topics right now; what’s more important is to find this ’Pan Hao’ who miraculously survived."

As long as he hasn’t hidden his identity and is still in Great Xia Country, it wouldn’t be too difficult to find him.

...

About two hours later, "Pan Hao"... was found!

One piece of bad news was that Pan Hao had mysteriously disappeared for many years.

"This Mr. Pan Hao, ever since escaping Paradise Village 40 years ago, has led a reclusive life."

The comrade in charge of the investigation said, "With the treasures he brought from Taoyuan Village, he directly bought several courtyard houses in the Imperial City. His net worth might now be one billion, so finding him wasn’t too difficult."

"In recent years, he sold one of the courtyard houses and built a temple named ’Ganlu Temple’ in his hometown."

"We investigated Ganlu Temple and found it worships a statue of a child..."

"That’s the one, umm... the unnamed Saint." The comrade spoke somewhat awkwardly, "This temple was even sealed by the local government for lacking the credentials to do such. Our control over religion is quite strict, isn’t it?"

"Pan Hao is known for his philanthropy in the area... he even funded a kindergarten and absolutely adores children."

"Doesn’t he have a wife and children?" someone asked.

"He does... but his wife and children have never been involved in the supernatural circle and know nothing of his whereabouts. His son is even a... semiconductor PhD, doing quite well."

Everyone fell silent; in fact, staying away from the supernatural circle isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The more you know, the more you realize you don’t know.

"In recent years, his life became increasingly mysterious; often retreating to the mountains, disappearing for months, even years at a time. No one knows where he goes."

"Wait, how many children does he have?" someone inquired.

"He has two sons and one daughter. According to his son, every time his father returns, he would go to worship the statue of that child."

"One time, upon waking up, he was overly joyous, muttering ’A Saint does not die; he merely sheds his mortal coil.’"

This news once again shocked everyone.

A Saint does not die, but merely sheds his mortal coil?!

"Find a way to locate this Pan Hao! Permit the use of esoteric methods!" Number Two immediately said.

...

...

Shortly after, news came.

Pan Hao could not be traced through conventional divinatory means; he truly had mysteriously disappeared!

Whether he was alive or dead remained unclear.

If we wish to learn more, we would have to inquire of other ’Evil Gods’ or ’Demon Gods,’ which then becomes a question of whether to bear the cost.

"Is there no more information?" Number 24 from the Academy of Science adjusted his glasses and gently tapped on the table, "Actually, one could guess why Pan Hao said that sentence."

"Because this Saint is truly immortal... If the guess is not wrong, it really is interesting."

"What’s strange, though, is why Pan Hao would be privy to this."

"Did he perhaps have some meaningful interaction with this Saint?"

The investigator added, "We looked through the local government archives and found a letter submitted by Pan Hao. The letter was titled ’To My Black-clothed Guard Comrades,’ detailing some deeds of Class B Provost Marshal Li Xianfeng."

"It also involved the anchoring conflict of two Subordinate Demon Gods, and Li Xianfeng, as a Chess Player, was able to delay the disaster for a time."

"The letter implored us not to forget the accomplishments made by Li Xianfeng."

[To My Black-clothed Guard Comrades]

[Here I recount the past events that occurred in Paradise Village.]

[Li Xianfeng, a native of Nan’an, wandered into this village over a hundred years ago...]

Half classical Chinese, half vernacular.

The script was fine and beautiful, not printed by a machine.

The material of the letter was an unknown type of silk.

The publication of this letter once again caused a great shock.

It turned out, the materials brought back by Number 12, Lu Tianming, were just a small part of the whole story.

Afterward, many astounding events unfolded.

Transient lives, though ephemeral as clouds, are recorded in history, balancing yin and yang, gathering soul into form, the eternal life gradually revives in another world.

Li Xianfeng, of the Li Family, was clearly recorded in the legacy of the Black-clothed Guard.

If the letter speaks the truth, Li Xianfeng’s accomplishments could at least be regarded as those of a Saint.

Saints and Sages, collectively known as Saintly Sages!