Chapter 470: Not the Old Days, but Better Than the Old Days

Hearing this, Jiang Lu immediately thought of something.

“Are you that deity?!”

“What immortal?” The homeless man’s eyes, which were clear not long ago, suddenly became extremely deep, showing the vicissitudes of life: “It’s just a poor creature who is blinded by greed and dies for food…”

“That is to say… the legend is true. There really was a woodcutter who dug through the Yellow Spring and released the Yellow Spring water to irrigate the underworld. This is how the underworld became civilized.”

Jiang Lu asked in disbelief and cautiously:

“So, the woodcutter…”

The tramp said nothing, but walked to an inconspicuous stalactite display stand and picked up a rusty hoe placed on it.

The hoe was very ordinary, and even Jiang Lu could not see anything special about it. Compared with the surrounding exhibits, which were not moved away due to the trouble but still had certain value, it could be said to be out of place, as if it had been thrown there casually.

However, the tramp seemed very serious, holding it up with both hands as if he was holding some priceless treasure.

“In fact, this is the most precious treasure here besides the antique, but they just don’t know its value.”

The tramp handed the hoe to Jiang Lu, who didn’t understand what he meant, but took it in a daze.

As soon as Jiang Lu picked up the hoe, his hands sank and he almost lost his balance and was knocked to the ground.

It was too heavy! It didn’t feel like a hoe with a wooden handle and an iron head at all. It was even heavier than the huge planet thrown by Yuanshi Tianzun.

“It’s heavy, isn’t it?” The homeless man laughed at the dumbfounded Jiang Lu, “If it wasn’t heavy, how could it have dug through the underworld, and how could it have become your father’s life weapon?”

Jiang Lu took a breath.

He originally thought that his old father was just an ordinary person with just a few bad habits, but it turned out that he was the ruthless man who dug through the underworld as mentioned in the legend?

“Haha, the Yellow Spring water and the Yellow Spring soil are nourishing it all the time. Over the years, even if it was just an ordinary hoe at the beginning, it will no longer be ordinary in the end.” The tramp said leisurely.

“So…” Jiang Lu raised his head slowly: “Is there any secret in this?”

“No.” The homeless man shook his head: “It’s just heavy.”

“Uh…”

The tramp smiled and said, “Of course, they nourish not only the hoe, but also your father. When your father first mistakenly entered here, he was just a nobody, but the moment he dug through the Yellow Spring, he became a god. Strictly speaking, your father is the first creature in the underworld to become a god, but he is not interested in fame and fortune. Otherwise, it should not be called the Yellow Spring Jiang Family, but the Underworld Jiang Family.”

“You didn’t lie to me, did you?” Jiang Lu couldn’t believe it. “In my impression, he is just a businessman, and he is honest. He is not like those gods at all…”

“Equally cunning and complicated?” the tramp interrupted Jiang Lu.

Jiang Lu said nothing, but it was obvious that this was what he was thinking.

“So…” The homeless man sighed and said with emotion: “That’s why he spent so much time digging for the underworld for a casual remark of mine. That’s why I said you are nothing like him.”

“Just talking? Did you lie to him?”

“That’s not the case.” The tramp shook his head and changed the subject, asking, “Do you know what the Yellow Spring Water is used for?”

Jiang Lu thought for a moment and said, “If the legend is true, then it is the source of life in the underworld. It can bring vitality to the underworld and give the creatures in the underworld the ability to enter the cycle of yin and yang.”

“But what if I say that this is actually the wrong usage?”

“Wrong usage?”

“Yes.” The tramp nodded. “The original purpose did not succeed, but a new way was found. So, the accident became a recognized necessity, but in fact, it was just a failure that made things worse.”

“I don’t know.”

The homeless man pointed at the tumor and said, “Yellow Spring is actually used to nourish it.”

Jiang Lu was stunned and blurted out: “So, the abyss outside the stone gate is connected to the Yellow Spring. Was that dug out by my father?”

“That’s right.” The homeless man confirmed, “The source of the Yellow Spring River exposed on the ground outside is actually here, right below this ancient artifact.”

After a pause, the tramp smiled bitterly and said, “That year, I searched everywhere for a way to become an ancient god. After going through untold hardships, I found this ancient artifact, and then I couldn’t wait to absorb the power within.

But I never thought that this antique was very special. Not only was it more mysterious and powerful than ordinary antiques, but it also had independent consciousness before it matured.

It was very hungry at that time, so not only did I not have any way to snatch the power contained in it, but it used me as a source of nutrients and was trapped inside.

For a long time, facing life and death, I almost gave up on becoming an ancient god. I could only resist reluctantly while looking for a way to escape.

But instead of succeeding, I was swallowed and digested by it bit by bit.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. While being swallowed and digested, I gradually assimilated into it and was able to feel some of its primitive desires.

It wanted to use its roots to penetrate the Yellow Spring and absorb the inexhaustible nutrients therein, but unfortunately, the Yellow Spring was buried too deep, and it did not have enough nutrients to grow roots enough to spread to the Yellow Spring.

So even though I am just an ordinary god, I am regarded as a precious prey by it.

I thought, if I could dig through the Yellow Spring and it had better options, would it relax its vigilance towards me, and would I have a chance to escape?

So in the following time, I pretended to be the prey and continued to put up a weak resistance, while using the synesthesia that had been assimilated by it to try to secretly seize some control, paving the way for the moment of escape in the future.

Just then, your father shows up.

I did have high hopes for him at first, and even risked being discovered by it to save him, but I became discouraged when I found out that he was just an ordinary woodcutter who had only survived in the underworld by luck.

But what I didn’t expect was that in order to repay me, he actually did it and really created a miracle.

The moment the Yellow Spring water gushed out from the ground, I escaped. What surprised me even more was that not only did I escape, but I also took away part of its origin, that is, energy, through assimilation.

With the help of this one-third of the origin, I became an incomplete ancient god, a pseudo-ancient god, but…”

For a moment, the tramp’s eyes were filled with arrogance:

“Even though my realm is not as good as that of a true ancient god, there are few ancient gods in the world who can rival me!”

At this point, the homeless man looked at the tumor with a complicated expression:

“So, my wounds healed and I forgot the pain. I started to covet other origins again. I wanted to be the most powerful ancient god.

But when I came back here again, I found that one third of my origin was gone, and my talent was gone. Instead, there was a newborn child, that is, you, Jiang Lu.

And I discovered that you are different from me and other ancient gods. This origin was not obtained by trickery.

You are…the choice of antiquity, not the old days, but better than the old days!”

Jiang Lu listened to the homeless man’s narration quietly with a solemn expression. He slowly lowered his head, looked at Jiang Bao, and muttered to himself:

“It turns out that the treasure that transcends the divine realm has always been with me…”

“It was not stolen, it was not robbed, it was born with me…”

“That’s it, that’s it!”

“Jiang Bao is already invincible, why does he need to borrow the Supreme Bone?”

Chapter 471 The Last Lesson

At this moment, Jiang Lu finally understood why there was nothing he could not learn and nothing he could not do since he was a child. This was because not only was his father the number one god in the underworld, but he also had ancient nutrients in his body that were enough to far surpass those of ordinary ancient gods if he had one third of his father.

He also understood that his appearance in the spiritual realm would be that of a tentacle monster, because he himself was a tentacle monster. Although he retained human characteristics, the most basic logical code in his bones came from the Old Ones.

He understood more clearly why Nyarlathotep in Hyperborea easily believed that he was of the same race as him after seeing him. No matter what the evidence was, he must meet the standards of the Old Ones because he really had half the blood of the Old Ones.

The most important thing is that I am different from those ancient gods. They only absorbed the power from the ancient objects, but I am the choice of the ancient objects and the continuation of the old days.

Such a truth would certainly impact Jiang Lu’s cognition. It was difficult for him to define whether he was a human, an ancient god, or the Old One. The only thing he could be sure of was that he was a very complex mixture, a kind of life that should not exist in this world.

But if one’s identity is uncertain, how can one determine one’s position?

After the excitement of learning about Jiang Bao’s origin faded away, Jiang Lu couldn’t help but think deeply.

The tramp didn’t notice Jiang Lu’s subtle change of mood. He just said with some envy: “If this power is compared to fire, the ancient gods are people who have learned how to use fire, but you are different. You can create fire yourself. Do you know how amazing and fascinating this is?”

Hearing this, Jiang Lu’s face did not show any joy, but was filled with worry:

“But why is this happening? Am I still a human being?”

Lucifer looked at Jiang Lu, who showed a confused look in front of him for the first time, and wanted to comfort him, but he didn’t know where to start.

But he knew clearly that if Jiang Lu could not get rid of this confusion, something extremely bad might happen.

A person’s life is nothing more than to figure out three questions: Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going?

Now Jiang Lu had a clue of where he came from, but who he was and where he was going, which was originally clear, became unknown due to the change in identity. This meant that all the self-cognition that Jiang Lu had constructed in the past had to be completely rebuilt from scratch. If he was not careful, he might go astray.

At this time, someone needs to step forward and help him.

Although Lucifer was not sure whether he was right, he still answered with an extremely firm tone: “Of course you are a human.”

But almost at the same time, the tramp gave a completely opposite answer: “Of course you are the old day.”

The words that came into Jiang Lu’s mind from both sides at the same time made him confused, and his already confused mood became even more complicated.

If he was a human, then the Old Ones were his enemies, and if he was the Old Ones, then he had to seriously consider Nyarlathotep’s warnings and warnings.

At this moment, the hoe in Jiang Lu’s hand suddenly flashed with golden light.

The sudden change not only scared Jiang Lu who was struggling with himself, but also startled the homeless man.

“So it’s more than just heavy?”

As the homeless man blurted out, Jiang Lu faintly heard a familiar voice——

“It is not until you know who you are that you decide what to do, but only when you know what you want to do, can you see clearly who you are…”

Jiang Lu was stunned: “Dad?”

Lucifer, who was standing opposite Jiang Lu, was startled and patted Jiang Lu on the shoulder: “Don’t be so polite.”

“get out!”

Jiang Lu slapped Lucifer’s hand away, then looked back at the hoe in his surprised eyes.

Faintly, he seemed to see a painting.

On a hilltop, a tiny figure was holding a hoe, preparing to smash the ground beneath his feet.

At first glance, the painting appears to be frozen.

But looking closely, I found that the hoe was swinging.

It was not a freeze frame, but because digging the soil was too difficult, the figure seemed to be doing useless work in a short period of time.

But as time went by, a small earth nest turned into a big pit, and the big pit turned into a big hole, and finally, it was bottomless.

That was Jiang Lu’s father, doing the same thing day after day for thousands of years.