After carefully organizing his thoughts, Mu Xuan looked at the scepter in his hand.
Most of the memories inherited from the scepter were actually fragmented, and piecing together a relatively clear picture was still quite difficult.
But that wasn’t the main point. The main point was that sometimes, the scepter would continue transmitting fragments of memories to him. It was like an automated assembly line getting stuck—only able to squeeze out a little bit at a time, and even then, never a complete memory.
Although this made Mu Xuan a bit uncomfortable, some of these memories still helped him supplement his understanding of this world.
Before the Cataclysm descended, humans occupied most of the continent, and the three strongest powers were the Central Mage Tower, the Church of Light, and the Aredoria Empire. The strongest individuals among them could almost all reach the Moho Layer.
But… even with Moho Layer strength…
The leader of the Church’s Holy Knights was at the Moho Layer, yet still failed to survive with the team to this day.
It could be said that the backbone of the Church was nearly wiped out. Perhaps there were still a few believers barely clinging to life somewhere, but in this endless black mist, regrouping was as hard as reaching the sky.
Based on the route in his memories, Mu Xuan guessed that the place he was currently in was probably the most desolate area on the continent. In a radius of ten thousand miles, there were no more than five villages.
However, precisely because of this desolation, the anomalies that appeared here were not strong. In contrast, the more prosperous the place, the stronger the anomalies that appeared.
Hopefully this will work…
Using this place as a base and gradually spreading outward…
But what Mu Xuan really cared about was that his memories included dragons and dwarves!
This meant that there might still be all kinds of creatures like elves and goblins in this world!
Unfortunately, most of those memories were only from after the Cataclysm. Besides, the Church wasn’t very accepting of other races. As a result, Mu Xuan didn’t know much about the existence of other creatures.
Thinking about this, Mu Xuan tapped the scepter with his finger.
“Don’t sleep. I have a question for you.”
“But I don’t really feel like answering you~”
Hearing that sly little voice in his mind, Mu Xuan’s lips twitched.
“Then what do you want?”
“I want my dear little Pope to call me ‘Goddess Big Sis~’”
Hearing that, Mu Xuan’s face darkened. But considering all the people under him were commoners and that the only one who might know anything—Magister Ruer—was already dead, Mu Xuan looked at the scepter and hesitated.
He really did want to know what races existed in this world, but he didn’t want to let this outrageous goddess have her way.
“What’s wrong? Unwilling~?”
Heh…
Mu Xuan stared expressionlessly at the scepter and said in a flat voice, “Goddess Big Sis.”
“That doesn’t count! You have to use a cutesy voice!” The loli goddess immediately panicked at Mu Xuan’s tone.
“But you didn’t specify the requirements, and I’ve already called you. As a goddess, surely you wouldn’t break your promise, right?” Mu Xuan wasn’t about to indulge this fellow.
“Fine, ask your question…” the loli goddess muttered sulkily.
“I want to know about the other races, and the general history of this world.”
Now that he had quieted her down, Mu Xuan asked without hesitation.
He knew far too little about this world. Since transmigrating, only now did he have time to understand it a little.
The voice in his mind was silent for a while before slowly speaking: “The histories of the First and Second Eras have long been lost. The Third Era was the Platinum Era, ruled by dragons. The Fourth Era was the Magic Era, dominated by elves. The Fifth Era was the Crimson Era, with the bloodkin as the main force. The Sixth Era was the Imperial Era, led by humans.”
As the loli goddess rattled off the “this Era, that Era” chant-like list, Mu Xuan felt a headache coming on.
“That’s all you know?”
“What else? I don’t know the details, just the changes in the Eras.” The loli goddess answered with conviction.
Mu Xuan was speechless. Are you really a goddess? How do you not know anything!
“Go on…”
“Throughout the Eras, the races of the deep sea never surfaced, the dwarves remained underground and always stayed neutral. The goblins, who were enemies of the dwarves, were active all over the continent. As for foxkin, demons, and other races, I’m not too clear about them…”
Mu Xuan sighed. As expected, he shouldn’t have placed too much hope in this unreliable goddess.
Either she didn’t want to reveal too much to him, or, after dying once and falling into slumber, she had truly lost much of her memory.
In any case, Mu Xuan didn’t believe she knew nothing about the major events of the First and Second Eras.
Knowing that further questioning wouldn’t get him anything useful, Mu Xuan simply said, “Alright, you can go back to sleep now.”
“Wuu wuu wuu, my dear little Pope doesn’t want me anymore…” As the loli goddess’s voice sounded in his mind, Mu Xuan’s face darkened again.
Automatically blocking out her voice, Mu Xuan pondered over the information she had given.
If he was right, it was already the Seventh Era before the Cataclysm. The Imperial Era had long ended.
Maybe after the Cataclysm, someone had even named it the Eighth Era?
These Eras weren’t important to Mu Xuan. What mattered were the races that had once ruled the continent. Dragons, elves, and even bloodkin…
Then there were foxkin, demons, dwarves, goblins…
He had to admit, there really were quite a lot of races. Just thinking about it made Mu Xuan excited.
In his previous life, he’d always wanted to see real elves and fox girls. He hadn’t expected they’d really exist in this world. If he had the chance, Mu Xuan would really like to catch an elf or fox girl to keep his bed warm.
Shaking his head, Mu Xuan thought that Beckze really needed to further refine the Church’s holy texts. At the very least, when encountering other races, they shouldn’t be lumped together with the anomalies and struck down indiscriminately.
As long as they weren’t anomalies, Mu Xuan felt he could accept them.
Among the people under him, Mu Xuan had already noticed—not everyone could fully receive the power of a wisp of faith.
This was not only related to faith, but also to elemental affinity.
Therefore, relying solely on the power of faith to strengthen the Church had significant limitations, and Mu Xuan had to draw on other sources of power as well.
For now, the priority was to seek out and rescue those Magisters, and then the other races.
Mu Xuan didn’t believe that the other races had no means to face the Cataclysm. Especially those that had once ruled an entire Era—since they still existed, it meant their overall strength was formidable.
If he could bring them into the Church, it would undoubtedly strengthen it as well. Whether or not those races believed in the goddess was irrelevant—what Mu Xuan valued was their abilities.