Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 585 - 323 Alliance_2

Everyone nodded in agreement, feeling reassured in their hearts that if the mysterious power mentioned by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom was truly on their side, their lives were indeed secure.

However, the God of War of the North suddenly thought of the being who had made him stand as punishment in the divine kingdom and could not help but lower his head. Known for his belligerence, upon regaining his ability to act, he had not mentioned seeking revenge on the person who shamed him. It was because he had sensed, through that mysterious and eerie power, the immensity of the entity behind the scenes.

Otherwise, with his temperament, he would have harnessed Thunder and charged into the Forest of Death long ago.

"It seems our War God has some news!" teased a Goddess nearby.

Only then did the God of War of the North speak, "Do you still remember the punishment I stood in the divine kingdom?"

At this stage, he no longer concealed his embarrassing incident, bringing it up himself, which indeed made the attending Divine Spirits look at him with new respect. After all, no one had expected that the notoriously quick-tempered God of War of the North would be willing to voluntarily mention his own embarrassment.

"Of course, I remember. It is said that you stood there in the divine kingdom for several days on end."

"That power is very similar to what the sovereign God of Knowledge and Wisdom has described. I can feel it. If I had sought that person out back then, I might have already vanished from this world." The God of War of the North spoke very seriously, the feeling of powerlessness was unforgettable to him and was the reason why he, known for his volatile temperament, had become much more restrained since that day.

"Now that no clear signs have emerged, our staying here is futile, everyone should return to their divine kingdoms and enhance their strengths to prepare for future crises. I have a premonition that we will soon witness the tribulations of the era." The God of Knowledge and Wisdom said softly, drawing a close to this meeting.

The Gods nodded solemnly and began to return to their respective divine kingdoms. At that moment, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom called out to the Harp Goddess, "I remember the God of Forest is under your domain, right?"

The Harp Goddess nodded gently, looking at the venerable old Divine Spirit with confusion, not understanding the significance of him suddenly mentioning a Divine Spirit with such a weak Mana.

"Be cautious of him. In the river of fate, I saw that the shadow arises from him," the God of Knowledge and Wisdom warned with a grave tone.

The Harp Goddess was shocked, feeling the authority in the old deity's words, as if simply speaking them was an act of stirring fate. She was indecisive, unsure of how to respond and unclear about what the shadow referred to by the old Divine Spirit really was.

"Do not startle the snake in the grass. Fate will move in a direction favorable to us; you just need to keep an eye on him. Do not be deceived, for behind him is likely a being highly adept in deceit."

With these words from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the Harp Goddess finally found some peace of mind, suddenly feeling that the world had become much stranger to her.

After they all had departed, the blind old Divine Spirit sat blankly on his Divine Throne, looking up at the sky. Golden Divine Blood streamed from his eyes as he seemed to see a world in ruins, countless lives wailing in agony, dreadful beings watching his world with eyes full of malice, a glimmer of golden light emerging from the world's center.

He knew this was an outcome he had once seen among the countless possibilities of fate, each path leading to infinite variations, making it impossible for anyone to see the true path of destiny. To be dogmatic about such visions would be to court self-destruction.

But the scenes he could see were those most likely to occur, a prospect that was indeed desolate, which is why the God of Knowledge and Wisdom concealed what he had seen. He did not wish the Divine Spirits to give up for as the Child of the World, it was his duty to offer his modest contribution at such a time.

"Sigh!" The sigh of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom echoed through the divine kingdom.

Meanwhile, in the mortal realm, Arthur looked at the somber-faced Old Monk and asked, "What exactly do you want to obtain from me?"

He never believed there was such a thing as a free lunch in the world, and certainly not from the master behind the Old Monk, so he asked, for with the Sword in the Stone in his possession, he knew of a strange power in this world that demanded a proper price for any assistance given—all things had their value marked in the darkness.

The Old Monk looked at Arthur and said softly, "I wish to make a covenant with you, to allow the preaching of my Lord among humans."

At this moment, the Old Monk, with a dignified and sacred bearing, was surrounded by a faint Holy Light, and the words he spoke seemed to echo in the depths of one's soul.

But Arthur fell into silence. He didn't readily agree to the Old Monk's request, for even though such an agreement would immediately grant him a substantial increase in power, he knew well that this term could not be easily accepted.

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It was, after all, the world of the gods, who despised the master behind the Old Monk, deeming him an Evil Demon. To consent would mean facing enmity from All Heavenly Gods, a prospect demanding the utmost caution. Moreover, it was evident from the Old Monk that the power of this Lord of Holy Light was incredibly domineering; to believe in him ran the risk of mind control, something a king of the human race could not agree to.

The Old Monk, sensing Arthur's hesitations, continued, "A great turmoil is about to unfold in this world; the decayed Divine Spirits will fall from their high thrones. At that time, my Lord will become the only True God on Earth, and you should be aware of my Lord's strength. Compared to him, these false gods are as the difference between candlelight and the bright moon."

"If you are willing to sign the covenant, then your faith will lie with my Lord, and you will hold the authority," he offered.

The condition proposed by the Old Monk was undeniably tempting, and even Arthur found his heart stirred, yet he still couldn't make up his mind, for he was deeply wary of this mysterious Lord and the strange power he wielded.

Just then, the Sword in the Stone shimmered lightly, and a calm yet majestic voice arose from the void: "Agree to it!"

Upon hearing this, Arthur was overjoyed; it was Mr. Lu's voice. Although he didn't know how the message was transmitted, it immediately gave Arthur a source of strength. With Mr. Lu's considerable support, he felt less frightened, even of the existence behind the Old Monk.

When the Old Monk heard Lu Yu's voice, his muscles tensed, sensing a terrifying will crossing through space and descending upon this place.

Such a fearsome will made him feel as if he could see the entire world in just a brief moment, and the Old Monk was soaked with sweat. Thankfully, Lu Yu's words carried goodwill, finally calming his wildly beating heart.

"I accept your request and am willing to sign a covenant with your Lord," Arthur said softly, his voice reaching the Old Monk's ears and helping him to regain his composure.

He touched his forehead in relief, feeling as though he had been reborn after a calamity, and fortunately, things had gone smoothly, fulfilling his Lord's mandate.

He then wore a kind smile and said, "Of course, there is no problem. From now on, we will be comrades on the same battle line. Do not doubt my determination, for only when you become the King ruling the world will my Lord's glory have a chance to spread to every corner of the land."

Arthur nodded gravely, aware that the Old Monk's words were sincere. Their relationship was one of shared loss and glory—a natural alliance.

"May I ask, who was the one who just spoke, and what is your relationship with him?" the Old Monk could not contain his curiosity and asked.

"That was Mr. Lu, a senior of mine," Arthur replied softly, his expression unchanging as he spoke, not giving away even the slightest hint of unease to the Old Monk.

In fact, Arthur himself did not know how to define his relationship with Mr. Lu. He had initially thought him to be the Demon of legend with whom he had made a pact; now understanding it was all a misunderstanding, he found himself at a loss for words.