Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 335, Section 334: The Essence of Dedication

Stop the seven-colored scales?
Feng Xiuhu was immediately stunned, pointing to his own nose: "Me?"

The Goddess of Wind and Rain gave Feng Xiuhu no chance to refuse. With a flick of her long sleeves, a gust of wind swept Feng Xiuhu away.

Perhaps because of the hasty action, or perhaps because the Empress herself was also tired, the wind was erratic and unstable. Feng Xiuhu was swept up and became dizzy. When he finally fell to the ground, he realized that he had arrived at the port area.

But the port area is submerged in water, so where is the actual land?

Feng Xiuhu got up and looked around—he realized he was on the deck of a three-masted sailing ship.

The ship was dilapidated and outdated. Feng Xiuhu complained, "Did this broken ship come out of some museum... Wait, why does it look so familiar?"

Suddenly, Shi spoke up: "Where did you throw that painting?"

"What painting?"

Feng Xiuhu asked the question subconsciously, but realized what he meant in the next second.

He slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "The Divine Guiding Waves!"

Goodness, doesn't this look familiar?

The three-masted sailing ship under my feet is clearly the one in the painting!
"I think I know where the seawater comes from..."

Feng Xiuhu muttered to himself.

He entrusted Xiong Guiyuan to transport "The Divine Guiding Waves" to another place for resale, but due to the suspension of sea operations, the fleet could not go out to sea, so Xiong Guiyuan temporarily stored the painting in the warehouse of her own business.

Boom! !
Another loud bang jolted Feng Xiuhu out of his daze.

He leaned on the gunwale and looked into the distance. The seven-colored scales crashed into the Broken Wave Bridge again, sending countless bricks and stones flying and falling into the water.

"This is no joke..."

Feng Xiuhu rubbed his face vigorously: "I'm not even enough to fill the gap between his teeth."

"I want to try."

Suddenly, Mr. Gray's voice came from beside me.

He had appeared unnoticed and took the top hat from Feng Xiuhu, putting it on his own head.

Mr. Gray stared intently at the enormous, seven-colored scale with his small eyes, and said earnestly, "If the Broken Wave Bridge collapses, the bottom city will also be unable to avoid being submerged—that's my home."

Feng Xiuhu compared the sizes of Mr. Gray and Seven-Colored Scale and said, "At most, you can let him chew a couple more bites."

Mr. Grey smiled slightly, never losing his gentlemanly demeanor.

He nodded to Feng Xiuhu and made a small joke: "If we can fill his stomach, isn't that a kind of contribution?"

After saying that, Mr. Gray pulled a sharp knife from under his fur and, without saying a word, stabbed it into his own head.

Feng Xiuhu was startled by him and quickly advised, "It's not that bad, we haven't reached the point where we want to commit suicide."

Blood flowed down the cut, but Mr. Grey's expression remained unchanged.

Suddenly, a painful howl came from afar. The seven-colored scales, which were about to crash into the Broken Wave Bridge, began to thrash violently in the sea, as if they were enduring great pain.

Feng Xiuhu quickly advised again, "Look! He hurt himself—his head isn't that hard."

Under his watchful eye, Mr. Grey pulled out the knife, and the wound vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Feng Xiuhu blinked hard twice: "No..."

Suddenly, Eclipse asked, "What is the true nature of the offering of authority?"

Mr. Gray generously provided his answer.

"Give." With that, he plunged the knife into his heart again and turned his gaze toward the seven-colored scales in the distance.

"Unconditional giving".

The colorful scales churned the seawater wildly underwater, their roars sending waves of sound rippled outwards.

Mr. Gray pulled out the knife and plunged it into his throat, making a deep gash. When he removed the knife, the wound instantly healed.

In contrast, in the distance, colorful fish leaped out of the water, long wounds splitting open at their gills, spraying blood into the sky.

"I gave him my pain... cough cough."

Mr. Gray suddenly felt his legs give way and fell to the ground, as if those three slashes had exhausted a great deal of his strength.

He coughed a few times: "He is far stronger than me, I'm afraid I can't inflict a fatal wound on him."

Feng Xiuhu leaned on the gunwale, gazing at the colorful scales that were stirring up the waves in the distance.

He looked furious, but did not continue his attack on the Broken Wave Bridge, seemingly searching for an enemy to ambush him.

"That's about right."

Feng Xiuhu quickly said, "Tell him to be on guard. Knowing that someone is secretly trying to bleed him dry, he won't have time to worry about the Empress anymore. Once the Empress is free, we can look forward to having chopped chili fish head tonight."

At this moment, Shi poured cold water on the situation: "Don't be too optimistic; we may not win the battle against the storm."

Feng Xiuhu recalled what he had just seen: "That old Deng, who looks like he hasn't taken a bath in half a year, is the God of Mist? He looks so shabby."

After a moment of silence, Shi said, "He is indeed the God of Mist, but not the God of Mist we previously thought he was."

This was too convoluted for Feng Xiuhu to understand: "Just how many Gods of the Mist are there?"

Shi said, "We thought there was only one, but there were actually two in history."

Feng Xiuhu said, "Speak human language."

"What you just saw was the God of Mist, but many years ago—if I remember correctly, after the appearance of Truth—the Mist issued a divine decree, demanding that his subordinate god, the guiding god Hector who holds the authority of 'direction,' take his place and become the new God of Mist."

Feng Xiuhu scratched his head: "How come I've never heard you mention something this big before?"

"Because I can't remember."

"Can not remember?"

Feng Xiuhu was taken aback: "Then why did you suddenly think of it again?"

Shi explained in detail: "He used the nature of his power to cover up that history. As long as he doesn't appear in front of the world, no one will remember that history—so when I saw him just now, I remembered everything about him."

“Salvan Slade was already famous long before the Ozma Empire was established—even though he was just a mortal at that time.”

Feng Xiuhu interjected, "How did he become famous? Through live-streaming e-commerce?"

Erosion ignored him and continued, “He was a legendary pirate, known among pirates as ‘Bloodhook Slade’ or ‘Captain Bloodhook.’ His deeds are still widely known in the Ozma Empire to this day—I mean, before he concealed himself.”

"As far as I know, he obtained the divine bone while searching for treasure, and was fortunate enough to live to see Xi Jun go to the Western Continent."

Feng Xiuhu stroked his chin and nodded: "That's true. Now that he's become a god, he naturally has to hide his shameful past—no wonder he did that."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

Shi Ren couldn't take it anymore: "Don't you understand? This is a trap that the fog and the truth have set specifically for the wind and rain."

"They've always wanted only one thing—the Eastern Continent!"

A long-awaited PS: As mentioned in Chapter 260, the book *The Origin of the Gods: From Chaos to the Supreme* records the situation of each main god, but it is missing the God of Mist. Secondly, the divine magic used by the God of Guidance in his battle with the Goddess of Wind and Rain was entirely related to directional authority.

(End of this chapter)