Chapter Four Part Three
Shangdi Reveals Himself
And then—
everything stopped.
The heavens sighed.
So vast it felt like the universe itself was tired.
The giants halted.
The myths froze.
The tear remained open—
but the pressure softened.
The voice returned.
Ancient.
Endlessly old.
And every human understood it perfectly.
"I…"
"…am Shangdi."
The name struck the world like a forgotten bell.
"The first eternal being in this universe."
"For countless eras…"
"This has happened."
"And happened again."
Earth burning.
Earth drowning.
Earth restarting.
Again.
And again.
"I kept sending signs."
"I kept sending messengers."
"I shaped faith."
"Not to divide you."
"Not to conquer you."
"But to refine you."
"To unite you."
"In every religion I gave you…"
"There was only ever one Heaven."
"One God."
"One Dao above all."
"But you…"
"…are human."
"For race."
"For riches."
"For pride."
"You started wars."
"You conquered."
"You slaughtered."
"My prophets came from everywhere."
"Sometimes a beggar."
"Sometimes a teacher."
"Sometimes men."
"Sometimes women."
"Sometimes…"
"…not even human."
"They tried to teach you."
"And what did you do?"
"You broke them."
"You mocked them."
"You framed them."
"You tortured them."
Shangdi sighed.
"…Enough."
"No more."
"Even the last prophet…"
"…an ordinary family man…"
"One by one…"
"you ground down his will…"
"…until he became an empty husk…"
"…begging only for release."
The sky-screen locked—
on Zheng Wen Te's face.
The Myths Are Sealed
Then Shangdi spoke, imperial and final:
"Giants."
"Heed my command."
"Seal the myths of Earth."
"All of them."
"Never…"
"…to be released again."
"For eternity."
The largest giant knelt.
"As you wish…"
"My Creator."
It raised one hand.
Flicked.
Reality screamed.
The gates shattered.
The myths unleashed everything—
roars, immortal techniques, divine laws—
but it was useless.
A sphere formed.
An orb of pure command.
One by one—
the dragon vanished inside.
The warrior vanished inside.
Even the laughing monkey was dragged in.
The orb closed.
Perfect.
Silent.
Forever.
Hope died again.
The Last Prophet
Then Shangdi spoke softly:
"Zheng Wen Te."
"You are my last prophet."
Zheng Wen Te trembled.
"…Why me?"
Shangdi answered:
"Because this…"
"…is what you wanted from the beginning."
"You wanted release."
"You wanted meaning."
"You wanted the world to notice your suffering."
"And Heaven answered."
Zheng Wen Te shook violently.
"No… I didn't—"
Shangdi lifted a finger.
"Then watch."
The Scenes of Light
Shangdi flicked his hand.
And light appeared.
Scenes unfolded across the sky—
not prophecy…
but memory.
One by one.
Like judgment written in images.
The first scene began to play.
Then…