I am a living immortal.

Chapter 547 The Power of Miracles

"Let's go first!" the young man said first.

The teenagers said nothing and continued running deeper into the jungle. They ran for who knows how long, from dusk till dawn, and except for the monster killed by Su, they did not encounter any other monsters.

It seemed that he had been blocked by that man.

Thinking of that man, Su's eyes darkened. He had managed to lead this group of young men through the jungle, so he knew his own limitations. If they encountered a strong opponent, they would take a detour and not confront them head-on.

He also agreed with what the man said.

If they stayed, they would only be a drag. But the logic was right, and he refused to accept it. Ever since entering this jungle, ever since his home was destroyed by the almighty gods playing a joke, he had been holding back.

He wants to survive, he wants to survive well, he wants to find his people, and he wants the almighty God to pay the price.

He buried it all in his heart, gritting his teeth and surviving, struggling to survive in the jungle. But it wasn't enough. When he encountered the monster, the oppressive feeling made him face reality again. He was too weak; he couldn't defeat the monster. If it weren't for luck, he would have died in the monster's mouth, and everything would have become a lie.

He wants to become strong, very strong, no matter the cost.

A strong sense of unwillingness and desire broke through the outer shell of the fire, and the power of miracles was ignited. Su hadn't felt it before, but when he finally stopped, he felt some unfamiliar knowledge explode in his mind, almost filling his entire brain, followed by a burst of pain.

Voices whispered in his ears, as if his brain was confused by the excessive knowledge he had absorbed, or perhaps it was auditory hallucination. Soon his companions noticed Su's abnormality.

“Trace back, trace back, trace back.”

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

The sounds of reality and fantasy intertwined, mingling with a few vows and promises he'd kept in his heart, along with his will to become stronger. The beating of his heart transported miraculous power to every corner of his body, and his entire body felt hot, as if his organs were overloaded.

His companions poured water over his head, causing a mist to rise. It was truly extraordinary. However, even after using up all the water they had on them, it was still only a drop in the bucket.

The men didn't know what had happened to him, but they knew this wasn't the way to go. So, they worked together to lift Su up and search for a place to cool down. Luckily, they were familiar with some areas of the jungle and knew where there were springs.

When they touched Su's body, they felt a burning sensation, yet they didn't let go. They were no longer new here, so the pain was nothing. After several hours of trekking, Su's temperature didn't drop. Fortunately, the mountain spring was just ahead.

The few of them, not caring about anything else, placed Su completely in the spring water. The heat of his skin and the cool spring water immediately reacted, causing steam to rise.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, Su's expression was not as solemn as before, and his brows relaxed.

It was Su who had kept them alive, and it was Su who had brought them hope when they were most desperate. They would never let Su get hurt. But what had happened to him was beyond their imagination.

The more miraculous it is, the more extraordinary it is.

They didn't know where they had seen this sentence before, but they firmly believed that Su was extraordinary. It was like killing a monster with a single punch, something that would have been impossible before.

So they are willing to believe.

Time passed by little by little, the mist in the mountain spring water was getting thinner, and the temperature was dropping, and the few people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What they didn't know was that Su was currently lost in his spiritual state. Within his spiritual state, he naturally understood the reason for his transformation. It was a gift from the Sage King, the Fire. Lin Yang's push had injected the Fire into his body. In fact, the moment Lin Yang emerged, he knew the young man before him could control the Fire.

So he did.

Su lived up to everyone's expectations. His strong will broke through the outer shell of the fire and gained the power within. At this moment, Su truly understood the meaning of the fire. It was a treasure trove of civilization. Power was only a part of it; the truly important thing was the inheritance of human civilization. The Sage King had engraved civilization within the fire. When someone ignited the fire, civilization would spread along with the guide.

So as not to be cut off from the power of destruction.

The power of one person is ultimately insufficient. It's better to teach a man how to fish than to give him fish. To resist the gods, both strength and civilization are necessary. Just like the world before the war, even if the innate gods were resurrected, it would be useless because the civilizations of various races had already taken root. Peak combat power vanished, but civilization remained.

After lying dormant for centuries or millennia, it can once again burst forth like a wildfire, ignited by the spring breeze. This is civilization, and it is also what keeps the innate gods from acting rashly.

Therefore, while the Saint Monarch planned his counterattack, he also prepared a retreat. Humans can die, but a sufficiently strong will cannot be extinguished so easily. And the spark of fire takes root within that will, waiting for others to discover it. This is what the Saint Monarch witnessed and understood from Sishui City.

What the human race wants is not a single battle to determine victory or defeat, but the foundation to make a comeback after losing.

And the Holy Lord is preparing such a backup plan.

Winning is best, losing is no big deal. As long as humanity exists, there will be generations of people who will follow. No matter how many times those innate gods are resurrected, humanity can handle it. We have a certain strength and status. Of course, if this were to happen in the world, it would definitely not succeed. However, this is just a tributary of the future.

His arrangement was to make the human race invincible.

Didn't Di Jun want him to gather all the power of this world and then fight it all? He wouldn't let him do what he wanted. He would do everything in his power to win this tributary.

But the best thing is that the human race can win in this confrontation.

Then there is no need for fire to play a role, it is simple and crude.

Back in the jungle, Su gradually understood the responsibilities this power entailed, and also learned where the man had come from. Sishui City, the Holy Lord?

Besides the power of miracles, there were also manuals on cultivation, martial arts, construction, seal script, and various books on development. Knowledge from all aspects continuously poured into his mind, like a cramming machine. After all, if he wanted to develop, it wasn't enough to rely on one person alone; he needed many people and many things to do.

This is a crucial step from zero to one.

After Su understood all this, he was like a sponge, constantly absorbing it.