Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 595 - 328 Direct Confrontation_2

Gently lifting the treasured sword in his hand, Arthur murmured to himself, "If someone wants to destroy this world, they'll have to ask my treasured sword first."

At this moment, the Sword in the Stone vibrated slightly, emitting a clear, ringing tone as if it were communicating with Arthur, conveying its joyous emotions. At this moment, Arthur eagerly desired to become the king of this world. Only with the collective strength could he obtain the power of transcendence from divine spirits—and perhaps even change the future.

Meanwhile, in the far-off divine kingdom, the God of the Forest opened his eyes, and a dark, deep breath flashed by, carrying with it corruption and evil.

"Damn that old man, I almost fell for his trick. I need to be cautious for a while. Once I have completely absorbed the Divine Power of the God of the Forest, I will settle scores with them properly," the demon's deep and evil voice echoed in the divine kingdom, as countless souls filled with the aura of corruption howled on the pitch-black earth, as if responding to his speech.

Outside the divine kingdom, a goddess holding a lyre stood solemnly, gazing gravely at the realm of the God of the Forest. Just a moment ago, she had felt a terrifying presence flash by. The advice from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom flashed through her mind, causing the exceptionally beautiful goddess to furrow her brows.

After a while, she slowly turned her body and returned to her divine realm. In the end, she had not made up her mind to test the waters because if the words of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom were true, this person would be one of the key figures in the ensuing turmoil. She did not want to disrupt the plans of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

After that night, the world entered a brief period of calm, and Arthur also took advantage of this rare peace to begin gradually sorting out his domain. Armed with the knowledge from the Sword in the Stone, he had become a qualified statesman, who could suggest governance policies from a high-level perspective. In a short time, his realm shed its previous scars and began to recover vitality.

After expelling the God of the Forest, the old monk, having got his wish, began his preaching. This time he no longer had to worry about guards coming to drive him away.

Therefore, every morning, the people of the realm would see an old man wearing a white robe, barefoot, proclaiming the teachings of his lord.

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At the beginning, no one was willing to listen to these things. After all, the people who grew up in this world had their faith in the divine deeply ingrained in their marrow. Convincing them to convert to an unknown divine being was not easy.

However, the old monk persisted, undeterred by thunder or lightning in his daily sermons, and he often took hands-on action to heal the sick and help the poor.

Thus, more and more people began to listen to his preaching. Over time, they gradually became followers of this lord. Before long, a small church was erected within the domain. This church was built slowly by the hands of the faithful, brick by brick. Though it appeared small, it was full of devotion.

The day the church was completed, Arthur also arrived, invited by the old monk, and more so because the old monk had said there would be great benefits to this ceremony.

Dressed in elegant attire, holding the Sword in the Stone, Arthur stood majestically among the crowd. His presence alone commanded authority. With the progress of time, the people of the domain had completely submitted to their young lord. Their lives were visibly improving. At this moment, if anyone wished to overthrow Arthur, they would probably be killed by the angry populace.

The old monk stood solemnly in front of everyone, his words tinged with fervor as he recited the praises of the lord. Quickly, he pulled down the white cloth behind him, revealing the true face of the Divine Statue.

Although he had been allied with the old monk for a long time, this was the first time Arthur had seen the true face of the lord mentioned by the old monk. It was the image of a resolute man, bare-chested with well-defined muscles exuding explosive strength, wearing a short robe on his lower body, barefoot. What was most surprising was the dazzling halo on top of his head.

The moment the Divine Statue was uncovered, a brilliant Holy Light burst forth, shooting straight into the sky as if connecting to an unknown place. Arthur could sense the terror of that place from the hint of aura leaking out.

In his eyes, there appeared a dazzling Sacred Mountain, identical to the one summoned by the old monk, but a hundred times larger, with the Holy Light filling it everywhere.

Arthur walked on foot on Sacred Mountain, and he could feel terrifying gazes directed at him, each of which was like that of a Divine Spirit, and some even more powerful than Divine Spirits.

However, Arthur didn't harbour much fear in his heart, having witnessed Mr. Lu's actions, such a scene was not enough to shake him to his core.

After examining him for a while, these curious gazes quickly vanished, and Arthur felt the pressure on him ease as he continued to walk forward.

Before him, numerous peculiar creatures appeared; they were completely different from the creatures of his own world, seemingly made entirely of Holy Light, and many animals had wings.

Moving upward, Arthur's eyes caught seven resplendent auras, those of individuals with huge wings on their backs, each with beautiful features, as if they were a collective of all that's good in the world, and among them was a Giant who was resting his head on his hand, his eyes tightly closed.

Seeing him, Arthur felt as though he was witnessing Holy Light itself; this being was undoubtedly the Lord referred to by the Old Monk.

This Lord seemed to be in a deep slumber, breathing out dazzling Holy Light that transformed into various creatures of Holy Light in the air, and Arthur then realized that those peculiar creatures he had seen earlier were actually the exhaled breath of this being.

What a terrifying existence this was, possessing a power far surpassing that of Divine Spirits, perhaps only Mr. Lu could match such formidable strength. For the first time, Arthur realized that the being before him was of an incredible stature, far exceeding his imagination and understanding.

Just then, the slumbering being suddenly opened its eyes, and a sun made of Holy Light descended upon Sacred Mountain, as beautiful music echoed between heaven and earth, seemingly celebrating the awakening of this being.

"I seem to smell the scent of destiny," said the Lord as he awoke, his voice majestic and holy, resonating throughout the entire mountain peak.

All bowed their heads, welcoming the great awakening of this existence, as Sacred Mountain shone brilliantly amidst the Chaos.

"Who are you? Wait, I think I see that river!" the Lord said, surprised, looking at Arthur and then curling his lips into a smile full of interest.

His gaze passed through Arthur and descended upon that land, where he saw the faces of several acquaintances in this world, and through Arthur's connection, he likewise saw the existence of Lu Yu.

At that moment, Lu Yu was meditating in the castle in the Land of Death when he suddenly felt the arrival of an inexplicable will, so fearsome that even the Will of the World had to step aside, a might that only a Saint could possess.

Just then, Lu Yu's soul shone brightly, connecting the three realms. All Saints opened their eyes, following this connection to see the resplendent Sacred Mountain, and several great beings used Lu Yu's soul as a relay point, beginning a historic meeting. Instantly, an endless stream of knowledge flooded into Lu Yu's mind.

What kind of existence were All Saints? With the strength Lu Yu now possessed, how could he bear such knowledge? He felt as if his head was about to explode. Just then, deep within his soul, a streak of Purple Qi shimmered; if Lu Yu looked closely, he would notice a small palace wrapped within the Purple Qi, inscribed with: Purple Cloud Palace.

With the aid of this Purple Qi, Lu Yu managed to endure, although his head still felt like it was splitting, he at least wasn't at risk of his head actually exploding. This stream of Purple Qi seemed to seal the vast information deep within his mind, to be gradually unlocked as his strength increased. This was a priceless treasure.