From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 362: Weiqiluobocitli

Almost at the exact moment Golden Hair convinced his staff, everyone around the world also witnessed the appearance of that man through the camera lenses.

If previous manifestations of Transcendence were either fleeting glimpses or superficial displays, then this Advent of the Supernatural was a truly magnificent spectacle for all the viewers!

And the man on the Throne, along with his actions, served as the most dazzling centerpiece of this grand show!

This was the first time the entire world had witnessed an existence akin to a Chief God of a Divine Pantheon descending upon this world from such a close vantage point!

Beside him stood the four great creator gods of Aztec Mythology, the Deities who forged the four Sunstone Eras. This led the think tanks of many nations to guess his identity: he had to be the Creator God of the Fifth Sun!

However, this speculation did not last long, as the man on the Throne initiated a completely new movement.

The world he had paused seemed to resume its rotation within his grasp. People began to see the incoming missiles, they could see his manifestation, and more importantly, they could witness the man altering the very fabric of this world!

Everyone's gaze was fixed upon him. The four individuals on the high platform abruptly dropped to their knees the moment they saw the man.

Their kneeling prompted the Transcendent warriors to follow suit, which naturally led the ordinary citizens and residents to fall to their knees as well.

Soon, with the exception of outsiders, everyone prostrated themselves on the ground, listening to Carl's fanatical and reverent voice:"I... I never expected that... that you would be the one to descend..."

"Crown Weiqiluobocitli!"

Upon hearing this name, all the High-level Officials around the globe immediately turned to the Theologians and folklore experts they had brought in. These scholars did not disappoint, quickly offering an explanation:

"Weiqiluobocitli, meaning Left Hummingbird or South Hummingbird, is the Youngest Son of Ometeotl, Lord of Chaos and Void. He is the Sun God, the Fire God, the War God, the Ruler of the South, the Lord of Sun and Fire, and the Chief God of the Mexica People!"

In front of Nuland, Professor Peyton Edwards was providing a similar briefing. "Most importantly, in the mythology of the Mexica People, he is the origin of the special Live Sacrifice ritual on this land. He is also the true Sun God, the Creator God, and the architect of the Fifth Sun!"

"In Aztec Mythology, he is the genuine Creator God of the Fifth Sun. Because the first two creator gods, Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl, are his Elder Brothers, he assisted them in shaping the Fifth Sun and ultimately became the sun of the fifth Sunstone Era!"

"He is a great Deity acknowledged by the Aztecs, much like the Smoking Mirror. And now we know that he might also be the incarnation of two other sun gods: Kinich Ahau of the Maya and Inti of the Inca!"

"This is a true Creator God, a divine architect of the world..."

Professor Peyton Edwards sighed with boundless envy. "The appearance of this Deity signifies a massive shift for all of Central America and even South America... Aside from the extremists in the far south, probably everyone wants to establish a connection with him, right?"

Standing nearby, Nuland felt slightly awkward. Not only did she want to, but she had already taken action to do so—though she still could not say a word about it.

Meanwhile, on the screens, following Carl's declaration, everyone present realized the identity of the being before them.

Because this was Mexico, the Realm established by the Aztlan people under the guidance of Weiqiluobocitli according to legend, every single person here had naturally heard the name of this Supreme Sun God.

They buried their heads even lower, crying out his titles. "Eternal Sun, Immortal God of War, we thank you for your arrival!"

"Snap!" Weiqiluobocitli snapped his fingers. High in the sky above everyone, the ten missiles capable of obliterating the city violently detonated several thousand meters in the air!

Flames and deafening roars echoed in people's ears, yet nothing could stop them from continuing to gaze upward.

The missiles that were supposed to bring Death had now become a Eulogy for the descent of a Chief God. They transformed into a Baptism of Fire, a spectacular fireworks display welcoming the arrival of the Sun God!

At this very moment, the sun in the sky reached its most magnificent peak, casting a brilliant, radiant glow that everyone could behold!

Carl remained on his knees. Just as this deity's prestige reached its absolute zenith, he began his Eulogy:

"Iya—Weiqiluobocitli!

The fifth solar wheel, upheld by the blood and bones of the Gods!

Behold this Living Sacrifice Heart hoisted upon the tip of the Flint blade—pulsating to the rhythm of your War Drums!"

Hearing these words, the mighty Sun God raised his head and looked down at Carl. "Heh! It is exactly as the Eagle God said. He chose you because you are clever enough, devout enough, and possess enough Ambition!"

"It is a pity that the Eagle God is currently engaged in fierce combat on the battlefield of the Gods. I am the only one who can attend this Sacrifice!"

Carl spoke with intense excitement, "Crown, is this the scene you revealed to us in dreams, guiding our Sacrifice?"

"In truth, that was not my doing. It was the work of the Eagle God!" the Sun God Weiqiluobocitli declared. "As your patron Deity, he has done a great deal for you!"

Carl froze for a moment, his eyes wavering before he nodded. He forcefully bowed toward the sky:

"Oh, Eagle God!

The ripples of the sky are your wings, The swaying of the grasslands is your Divine Might, The lives of The Faithful

Shall offer you the highest Eulogy!"

Having said this, he without hesitation swept aside the Feather on his chest and violently plunged the Obsidian Dagger in his hand directly into his own chest, flawlessly piercing his heart!

The three people around him watched with evident envy on their faces.

In their culture, such favor from the Deities was the greatest blessing conceivable, and it demanded worship through the most supreme Sacrifice!

A second later, a resonant Eagle Cry seemed to echo through the sky. The mighty screech of the goshawk sliced through everyone's ears, and right in front of Carl, a single Feather drifted down once again.

The Feather landed on Carl's body, causing his heart, which had been bleeding heavily from the Ritual Sacrifice, to slowly knit itself back together and heal.

This entire scene was captured flawlessly by Jeff's Assistant. It also prompted Weiqiluobocitli to turn his head, look directly into the Camera, and flash an impossibly perfect, radiant smile. "Ah, make sure you capture my good side!"

This face appeared before everyone watching the screens, allowing this Chief God to genuinely command a surge of temporary global Faith.

"I have come to this world to clarify one matter!" Weiqiluobocitli stated calmly to the Camera, announcing his intentions to the entire global audience.

"That War from the ancient era inflicted far too much damage upon us. It forced the Gods into slumber and caused the draining of our Divine Faith!"

"This realm is not our core world, which is why it suffered incursions from other faiths. As a consequence, the mortal beings we created were brutally slaughtered!"

"If we had been defeated in a direct confrontation, we would have absolutely nothing to say; the vanquished are entitled to zero Rights! However, masquerading as beings manifested from my Oracle just to slaughter my Believers—isn't that taking things a bit too far?"

Hearing this, Peyton Edwards, far away in Luo City, immediately explained, "Legend has it that the Spanish were initially believed to be Celestial God messengers foretold in the Oracles of Quetzalcoatl and the Sun God. They tacitly accepted this identity, entrenched themselves, and ultimately conquered Tenochtitlan—which happens to be the very sacrificial temple of this Sun God!"

"We can accept the loss of a War, but we will never tolerate deceit and foul infiltration! This is sheer Blasphemy against the Gods. Therefore... I shall reclaim the lands that rightfully belong to the Divine Pantheon. Only the humanity created by the Gods shall be the true masters of this soil!"

These words caused the blood to boil in the veins of all the Original Inhabitants who still carried this Bloodline, filling them with surging passion. Conversely, it left the two small nations of Spain and Portugal trembling in absolute terror.

Wasn't this precisely what their ancestors had done centuries ago? Now that the native Deity had arrived to demand a Reckoning, what were they supposed to do?

This was bad! Disastrously bad!

"Am I wrong, Yahweh?" As Weiqiluobocitli's voice echoed through the sky, the gazes of every single person worldwide froze in sheer disbelief.

Hold on, seriously? Who did he just name? Yahweh? Was it the Yahweh they were thinking of?

Could things actually escalate to such an explosive degree?

Even knowing that merely listening to this could be a lethal offense, nothing could suppress the burning Curiosity of the countless onlookers!

It was absolutely worth it. This involved Yahweh! Hearing this firsthand made their entire lives worthwhile, evoking a profound feeling that if one heard the ultimate truth in the morning, dying by evening would be entirely acceptable.

After all, who could have ever imagined witnessing the Chief God of a Divine Pantheon casually announce to the entire world that he was going to stir up monumental trouble, declare his intent for revenge, and then reveal his target to be none other than Yahweh?

My God, Yahweh!

God! Jehovah! The True Lord recognized by everyone! Was reality truly this thrilling?

Then, would He respond?