The subject painted on the wall was none other than the prehistoric chosen one. 

The man was depicted in the very same silver armour displayed in front of it. He held a silver longsword in one hand while the other arm was wrapped around a silver helmet. He looked like an ancient king or even a divine being! 

Xia Lei immediately thought of what Angelo had muttered before his death. Oh chosen God, I shall sacrifice myself for you. Oh chosen God, guide me to heaven!

Chosen god? Wasn’t that just the prehistoric chosen one? 

Now that helped place things into perspective. When the crusaders conquered the east, the red rider that passed through Jerusalem was no Horseman of the Apocalypse. It was the chosen one. The invisible person he was fighting against was possibly Zhu Xuanyue.  

Xia Lei also thought of the contents that Leonardo Da Vinci wrote with transparent ink. “Am I the smartest person alive? No, if I was, I would’ve been able to solve the mysteries of God’s metal. In my opinion, its existence is as mystical as hers. They’re definitely otherworldly beings. When she appeared in front of me thirty years ago,...