Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 613 - 338 Mishap

However, the spread of the Grim Reaper's belief was nothing more than a trivial matter for Arthur's territory nowadays. After all, there are many Divine Spirits in this world, and spreading belief is their instinct. Now that the Grim Reaper has ascended to the Divine Position, it's only natural for his belief to be disseminated widely.

For ordinary folks, this period may well be the happiest time in their lives, as Arthur's diligence had greatly improved their living conditions.

Time flows like water, and several years flicker by in an instant. For Divine Spirits, these years might only equate to a brief nap, but for the ordinary people living on the earth, these years are sufficient to overturn their lives completely.

Arthur was walking down the streets of his territory. His once tender face had matured, adorned with a beard, and his entire being exuded an air of dignity that made everyone who saw him lower their proud heads involuntarily.

He looked around contently at his surroundings. This was the fruit of his labor over this time. Ever since he heard about such streets from Mr. Lu, he was bent on turning his own city into the legendary kind he had heard of.

Now, all his hard work had paid off. The once dirty and disorderly city was renewed, so much so that when villagers from the mountains entered the city after many years, they couldn't help but open their mouths wide in shock. The city they remembered had changed beyond recognition, and many elderly fell to the ground, praying devoutly, believing that they had arrived in the city of Divine Spirits.

Whenever such events occurred, the onlookers would smile knowingly. Such scenes had become common since the city's transformation. Nowadays, the city's residents were quite proud of their identity, all thanks to Arthur's wise leadership.

Arthur walked slowly through the crowd, with people acting as if they were blind to the presence of their Lord, whom they regarded as a Divine Spirit in their hearts.

When he passed a small stall that displayed freshly picked fruits from the fields, Arthur suddenly stopped, leaned down to pick one, and a Little White Snake suddenly darted out from his sleeve, snapping the fruit into its mouth, the tender juice splashing everywhere. The Little White Snake's face showed a look of happiness.

Nobody knew that the legendary God of Death, the overlord of death, proclaimed as a new powerful Divine Spirit, was actually hiding in Arthur's sleeve, unseemly munching on fruits picked from the fields.

"Delicious, buy me a few more," a clear, childlike voice rang in Arthur's ear, prompting him to reveal an indulgent smile.

Quietly leaving some money on the stall and picking a few more fruits, he continued walking with the Little White Snake. Soon, a zealous voice reached his ears. It was the Grim Reaper's priest in the territory, proclaiming the greatness of the God of Death, the legendary Feathered Serpent that could devour heaven and earth.

Arthur's face revealed a mischievous smile as he said to the Little White Snake, "How about it? Want to take a look at your priest? He is your most faithful believer in this territory, incessantly extolling your greatness like a madman."

The Little White Snake's head shook like a rattle drum, and a bell-like voice responded, "I don't wanna! That old man is so annoying, always saying I should maintain The dignity of a Divine Spirit and forbidding me to do this and that. If he sees me sneaking out of the Netherworld again, he won't stop nagging."

Seeing the Little White Snake's reaction as if avoiding the plague, Arthur couldn't help but smile and said, "Such a priest is something other Divine Spirits would beg for, yet you run away at the sight of him."

Although he said this, he still led the Little White Snake in another direction. If the old priest saw her, the Little White Snake might still save some face, but he as the Lord would not get such a friendly treatment. He would probably see a scowl on that old face for many days.

With a bit of trepidation, they stayed away from the Grim Reaper's temple, and Arthur and the Little White Snake wandered the streets leisurely, enjoying the rare tranquility. After all, in their normal lives, one was the great God of Death, ruler of the Netherworld, and the other was a king who ruled over numerous citizens. They never had free time like this.

The warm sunshine poured over them, making them both lazy. So they stopped their steps. In the center of the city was a huge tree with purple blossoms, casting shadows over the green stone slab of the Earth God's land.

There were wooden benches under the tree, polished and shining. Arthur sat quietly with the Little White Snake on a bench, squinting at the clouds that occasionally drifted by in the sky, with everything seeming so natural and harmonious.

Just then, a bolt of Thunder flashed across the horizon. The sky that had been clear moments ago was suddenly shrouded by dark clouds. Terrifying noises arose in every corner of the world, followed by dreadful Thunder that emerged as a Thunder Sea amidst the clouds. Countless bolts of Thunder descended from the Thunder Sea, ravaging the land.

All living beings gazed at this scene as though witnessing the apocalypse, collapsing in fright, for how could mere mortals withstand such heavenly might? Stricken by the Thunder, they naturally were unable to move.

As the terrifying Thunder was about to strike the territory, a pure Holy Light emerged from the east of the city, and an authoritative voice thundered across the heavens, "The Lord said, 'The land I shelter shall not suffer any harm!'"

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