Gospel of Blood-Chapter 667 : The Trajectory of History

The plan to merge identities proceeded even more smoothly than Artemis had anticipated.

Under the identity of the True Ancestor of Blood, Artemis began sharing the power of the bloodborne with the followers of the City-State Alliance, and she cultivated those reincarnated elven gods one after another into bloodborne.

As Lilith gradually fused with the identity of the “True Ancestor of Blood,” people slowly forgot the “Heaven’s Revelation Scion,” the savior who had once created the bloodborne. In her place came the complete binding between Lilith and the First True Ancestor.

And the True Ancestor of Blood “Cain” also became one of the names Lilith bore after assuming the mantle of the True Ancestor.

Thus, fifteen years after the fusion of identities, Artemis welcomed her teacher’s next traversal through history.

This time, the future Charlotte descended directly upon her incarnation, bestowing blood-divine power upon the reincarnated elven gods in Lilith’s identity.

Though these reincarnated gods had lost their former strength, they had once ascended to myth, and their talent was unquestionable.

In the future, nourished by blood-divine power, they would ascend to myth once more, becoming the bloodborne princes recorded in “history.”

At the same time, the reincarnated Helios—Harald—also received blood-divine power and became a powerful bloodborne.

But not everything went smoothly.

In this traversal, the Origin’s gaze ultimately fell upon them.

It was the Origin of the “future.”

At the instant that gaze arrived, Artemis sensed the seal suppressing the slumbering Origin on the Western Continent loosen.

Fortunately, long before Charlotte decided to enter slumber, they had already anticipated this situation.

Artemis acted in her true form, joining forces with Sea King Oceanus and the future-traversing Charlotte to successfully suppress the Will of Origin once more.

However, during the suppression, the form manifested by the Will of Origin unsettled Artemis.

Exactly as in the “history” that had once occurred, it was the image of Helios.

“Could it be… that we never truly stripped the Origin’s power from my brother? Could it be… that we are still walking the path destined by history?”

Artemis’s heart tightened.

But this time, there was no one left for her to consult.

The “future Charlotte,” having completed the task of bestowing bloodborne power, had already departed.

And “Teacher Charlotte,” who had become a Creation-rank being, remained in slumber.

Artemis… could rely only on herself.

“When the future teacher descends again next time, it will be necessary to further investigate the Origin’s condition.”

Artemis thought.

There was no helping it—although she had also obtained blood-divine power, she was ultimately not its true master.

To resist the Origin’s erosion, Teacher’s intervention was still required. Even wielding blood-divine power, Artemis could not completely eradicate it.

Yet Artemis never received her teacher’s next descent.

…

A hundred years passed, unhurriedly.

While waiting for her teacher’s “return,” the rise of the bloodborne spread like wildfire.

Unknowingly, Artemis’s incarnation had become an existence on par with her true self—one of the three great true gods of the Myria world, the True Ancestor of Blood known to all.

Under the bloodborne’s advance, the old gods’ forces were nearly uprooted. Those elven factions that had turned to the Origin were likewise eliminated one by one by the reborn bloodborne princes.

A hundred years after another hundred years, and then another.

In a daze, a thousand years passed.

The bloodborne’s power finally grew into a colossal presence enveloping the entire Myria continent, and under the push of many bloodborne, a Blood Moon Empire was established, venerating the True Ancestor of Blood Lilith as its empress.

Faith in the True Ancestor spread to every corner of the continent; even in the deep seas, there were followers who believed in the Blood Moon. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Seated upon the Throne of Blood, Artemis accepted the worship of countless bloodborne. Those elven gods who had once been her peers had now all achieved bloodborne demigodhood, taking pride in possessing the True Ancestor’s bloodline.

They… had not recovered their memories from past lives.

This was only natural. Their former lives had been devoured by the Origin; in the process of being devoured, their true spirits inevitably suffered contamination. Though they had been rescued, to sever Origin corruption, their memories had to be cut away.

Harald was the same. Moreover, having also achieved myth, he became the sole royal-blooded heir—after all, his current body was that of the True Ancestor of Blood Lilith’s own twin.

Of course, the fact that they were siblings had long since been “forgotten” with the fusion of the True Ancestor’s identity.

The bloodborne rose exactly as history recorded, the Origin’s power was thoroughly suppressed, and everything unfolded according to the plans Artemis and her teacher had devised.

Yet Artemis grew increasingly uneasy.

“Too smooth…”

“So smooth… it’s as if the Origin never resisted at all.”

Gazing at the ever-flourishing bloodborne empire before her, Artemis’s brows knit tightly, feeling as though she had overlooked something.

She let out a soft breath, shook her head, and decided to take a walk through the city.

Concealing the identity of the “True Ancestor of Blood,” and concealing the identity of Moon Goddess Artemis as well, Artemis transformed into an ordinary bloodborne and descended into the Blood Moon Royal City.

Bloodborne rule was unshakable, and their status had become ever more transcendent. Even disguised as an ordinary bloodborne, citizens still stopped to bow when they saw her.

But Artemis disliked such stark divisions—especially after seeing reverence and fear in the eyes of so many mortals.

“A ruler who distances themselves from the people will sooner or later be abandoned by them.”

For some reason, she suddenly recalled a sentence her teacher had once spoken.

But in the next instant, she froze.

Her gaze locked onto everything within the Blood Moon Royal City, and she finally realized the source of her unease.

“There has been no change…”

“Everything… has developed exactly as it did in history…”

History cannot be changed—this is a destined rule.

But before entering slumber, Teacher had already dealt a heavy blow to the Origin. Though history could not be “changed,” its details could already be influenced to some extent.

This was also Artemis’s intention. She had even planned to stage an act together with all the bloodborne demigods to deceive history.

However, as she recalled the hundreds of years since her future teacher’s last traversal, she realized in horror that after the future teacher departed, “history’s” course had returned to its former track.

The bloodborne rose, but at the same time… they gradually began to be feared by the world.

More than that, when Artemis investigated deeply, she was shocked and enraged to discover that despite her strict prohibition against bloodborne raising humans as blood livestock, many such incidents still occurred among the bloodborne who now ruled the continent.

Artemis hurriedly summoned the Bloodborne Elders’ annals and desperately searched her memories of her previous life—only to realize in horror that the bloodborne chronicles of the past centuries were identical to the history she remembered after her teacher awakened her memories.

Identical in the truest sense—so identical that the timing, locations, figures, and even the processes of many “historical events” were exactly the same!

She had not yet begun “acting” with the demigods, yet many historical events had already occurred naturally!

In other words, the trajectory of history… was being drawn back to its original course by some unknown force.

At this moment, Artemis finally realized a fact she had overlooked—

The Origin… had likely acted long ago!

And once she realized this, another thought struck her.

She abruptly raised her head and looked toward the solemn Throne of Blood, a trace of fear surfacing in her crimson pupils.

Wait…

If—if history is returning to its predetermined trajectory…

Then what will happen next to the bloodborne, who have already unified the entire continent?

…

Artemis… never again awaited her teacher’s next descent.