Shepherding Humanity

Chapter 67: The Eye of the Storm

In the magic world, you can start flying from Level Six.

In the past, Medusa, the Great Empress of Death, also thought of exploring the sky and finding the land of the gods.

But the sky was simply too far away.

"According to records, Empress Medusa has indeed explored the limits of the sky. Same as the underground, the distance from the surface was about thirty thousand meters."

Grantham was extremely cautious about this trip to the land of the gods.

"But even for the Empress of Death, Medusa, it was extremely difficult to fly so far, and it was extremely mentally exhausting She flew to an altitude of thirty thousand meters and flew horizontally along the sky ceiling for a short time. After a period of time, she was exhausted, and had no choice but to go down."

The Emperor of Alchemy was sitting on the throne while frowning thoughtfully.

"At that time, Medusa didnt have enough mana to continue exploring the upper atmosphere. But Im different, I have my wondrous Hanging Gardens of Babylon; it can fly for a long time, enough to explore the sky ceiling."

With his witch ministers respectfully standing to his sides, Grantham stood on the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, looking up at the endless blue sky, and murmured softly: "Since there are gods in heaven, there must be a gap in the sky ceiling! That gap must be the entrance to the land of the gods."

Youre thinking too much!

Is there a gap in the sky?

No!

Theres no such thing!

Xu Zhi was speechless.

In their eyes, Xu Zhi was a 10,000-meters tall giant, and the 30,000-meters far away sky, which was three times Xu Zhi's height, was this worlds ceiling.

The sky was the same as the underground and the four directions, there was no opening to be found.

But now, if they could not find any irregularity, then Xu Zhi's lie would be revealed. There were no gods in heaven. This world was all a giant lie, like the Truman Show.

If they thought that there was a gap in the sky that would lead to the land of the gods, then Xu Zhi had to make a gap to avoid exposing his lie.

After Xu Zhi thought this far, he set up a large black standing fan in the orchard, plugged in the power, and aimed it at a nearby empty spot in the air.

"Fortunately, Im well prepared. Ive indeed left a gap in the sky over the sandbox

However, Ill aim my high-powered fan at that gap and blow everything away

By my will, heavens wind will exterminate all who dares to approach! Any mortal who presumes to climb up into heaven, and light their divine flame, will be cast back down to earth! "

Heavens wind came from a high-powered electric fan.

The passage between worlds was a white water pipe buried underground.

Its quite amusing when you think about it.

The Kingdom of Babylon, year 429.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon has been flying along the sky ceiling for more than five months, and have headed back down to refuel thrice. At this time, they have already explored over half of the worlds sky.

Thinking back to the Sumerian era, it took more than 20 years for Sumerian warriors riding the fastest beasts to explore the ends of the world. But the Babylon of today only needed little more than a year to explore the entirety of the world sky.

This was all thanks to the wondrous Hanging Gardens of Babylon! !

This immense alchemical plane was compelling proof of the saying:

Technology is productivity, and knowledge is power.

On this day, Grantham stood before the guardrails on the edge of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. He looked at the blue sky in the distance and saw an awe-inspiring sight.

"What is that??"

Far away.

Transparent air current twisted and surged, forming a crazy tempest.

All who looked upon this sight would feel a sense of trepidation. Even from a kilometer away, the sprawling Hanging Gardens of Babylon was losing stability.

"Your Majesty!"

Countless witch ministers respectfully stepped forth.

"Hahahaha!" Grantham laughed wildly. He stood up, and looked into the endless storm.

"After exploring the sky for seven months, Ive finally found it. Sure enough, there is a gap in the sky. Through this gap, we can go above 30,000 meters. Above the eye of the storm is the land of the gods!"

Gripping a staff in his left hand and a shield in his right, Grantham quietly gazed upon the terrifying storm in the distance. Behind him, several witch ministers quietly stood.

"Your Majesty, that storm is too much! We may not be able to"

Someone whispered a soft reminder behind him.

"Yes, it is indeed terrifying." Grantham murmured. Even from very far away, the storms horrific might made one breathless. Trying to pass through would be suicidal.

"But I still have to try it."

Grantham clenched his fists, ambition and determination burning in his eyes.

I have already arrived, what am I hesitating for?

Over the course of my long and illustrious life, Ive pioneered civilization in this other world, spreaded technology, and finally reached the legendary land of the gods. How can I stop here?

I have my ambitions!

He was now at the peak of the Sixth Level, but his talent was far inferior compared to the Empress of Death Medusa. He could not break through to the Seventh Level even after all these years, and he had a gut feeling that he wouldnt be able to succeed in this lifetime. He wouldn't be able to reach Medusas level.

After all, he was not a heaven-sent talent in this field. He clearly understood that his strength lay in alchemy and research, not in cultivation skills!

He couldnt even develop his own unique spells, and still used magic from the age of the Three Witches.

But at this moment, while wearing "Grantham", he could ignore the difference between levels, and fight a peak Level Seven as a peak Level Six. His strength was comparable to the strength of Gilgamesh, the strongest hero in history.

"Back then, when Hermes, the God of Wisdom, descended to Babylon, he told the Three Witches that Gilgamesh had the power of a Demigod; which means that Im also equivalent to a Demigod. Perhaps, I might be able to pass through this storm and reach "Achilles", the land of the gods?"

His eyes burned with expectation.

"All of you, wait here."

Staff in hand, he leaped up into the sky. As if walking on invisible stairs, he ascended step by step, into the endless storm above.

Boom!

The storm raged on.

"Today, representing the mortals of Babylon, Im here for an audience with the heavenly gods!"

Clap!

The invisible winds were like sickles, lacerating his alchemical flesh and blowing him back. It was difficult to stabilize his figure, but Grantham continued to leisurely advance.

"Your majesty!"

"His majesty has become so powerful over the years!"

Countless witches looked on excitedly behind him.

Their lords strength has reached an unbelievable level. The scene before them exceeded their imagination.

"After defeating Medusa, this guy has grown really strong over the years. Hes transcended humanity."

Xu Zhi frowned slightly when he saw this scene, and felt a little frightened.

"This electric fan is not for ordinary household use. It is for industrial use. It is very expensive and costs more than 20,000 yuans per unit. After the Great Flood, I was planning on using an Apocalyptic Storm the next time I needed to purge the sandbox. To think that I would end up using it here This wind is strong enough to flip the pages of a dictionary and even blow it away altogether."

Even a dictionary could be blown away; it was really hard to believe that at this moment, a little ant was resisting it.

"Your courage is commendable, but I cannot let you go up."

Xu Zhi has regained his calm bearing.

Before this, he has had no chance to personally test the strength of the mages. This was a good opportunity to do that, just like when he had tested Gilgamesh's strength back then.

"Second gear."

Xu Zhi sat on his chair and pressed the remote control. The wind accelerated to an extremely terrifying degree.

It was now impossible to breathe while standing in front of this wind. If he had placed the fan somewhere else, even cardboard boxes would be blown away, and trees would be stripped of their leaves.

But.

Tread!

Grantham took a single step.

"I am Grantham! I have transmigrated to a different world and become the Emperor for Alchemy! I have never lost in my entire life! A mere Path to Heaven is nothing to me! What can mere gods of another world"

Granthams face was resolute, standing tall like a great god of heaven. He moved forward in the air, step by step, full of determination.

The strength of the wind has more than doubled, and he had a very hard time.

"The Guardian of Spring!"

"Wind Barrier!"

"Invisible Aura!"

"Death Barrier!"

.

He cast one mighty spell after another, their glow dying the surroundings in a myriad of colors. Grantham gritted his teeth and gripped his cane; somehow, he has managed to withstand the terrible hurricane.

Tread!

He took another step forward.

"In this world, no one can stop me, not even the gods in heaven"

"Fifth gear."

Xu Zhi, pressed the remote control again, going from second gear to max power in an instant.

Boom! ! ! !

The air currents erupted, roaring like an invisible behemoth!!!

Roar!!

The explosive windforce generated by this industrial electric fan was now comparable to a typhoon of level ten and above, enough to blow away benches and uproot trees.

Grantham was only a little ant and could no longer withstand this. He was utterly helpless as the raging currents of air swept him away.

Bang!

Grantham was knocked down and seriously injured. In the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, countless witches looked terrified as they hurriedly cast spells to catch the falling Emperor of Alchemy.

"Throughout my life in this other world, I havent lost even once. To think that I would fall here today"

Grantham had a miserable expression as he looked up at the eternal storm in the sky.

"I'm invincible in this world, but I can't even set foot in the land of the gods. This wind is too terrifying. What kind of world-class spell is this? This storm seems to have an eternal power source, and can go on for thousands of years without ever stopping."

Grantham was shocked.

He had believed that he was invincible, and now realized that he was only an ant, not even worthy of the heavenly gods notice.

Perhaps, in their eyes, he was just a lowly mortal who could only live for a few hundred years. Once they opened their eyes after a short nap, he would have already joined the dust of history.

What did his existence matter to them?

Weakness was the original sin.

"Just a little more, and I can reach Level Eight! The Mythical Level Eight! That should be enough for me to break through this storm and reach the Nine Heavens."

Grantham's face was downcast. He gritted his teeth in despair. After a moment of silent deliberation, he made up his mind and left in a daze.

"As long as I reach the Seventh Level like Medusa, I will have the strength of an Eighth Level Mythical Wizard when wearing Grantham."

"The Spear of Witchcraft" thus recorded:

The Kingdom of Babylon, year 429. The Emperor of Alchemy, Grantham, took the "Hanging Gardens of babylon" up into the sky, looking for the land of the gods. He was unable to cross the eye of the storm"Gigantes"barring his way, and could not have an audience with the gods of heaven.]