Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 614 - 338: Change_2
As the sound of his voice faded, a thin Holy Light Barrier appeared above the city, blocking all the Thunder, clearly the work of the Old Monk.
However, the Thunder seemed endless. Although much was blocked by the Holy Light Barrier, countless powerful bolts still fell from the sky, ceaselessly striking the territory.
Arthur glanced briefly at the Little White Snake, who, with a whoosh, flew out from Arthur's sleeve. In the void, it revealed its massive body, with wings so white they blotted out the sun and fended off all the Thunder.
Thanks to the efforts of the Old Monk and Little White Snake, Arthur's territory was preserved, but other parts of the world were not so lucky. Numerous creatures wailed, the earth turned to scorched earth, and the air was filled with a strong burnt smell.
"What exactly happened?" Arthur frowned, looking towards the sky. This apocalyptic scene was certainly not usual, especially since Thunder was controlled by the God of War of the North—it should not be out of control.
"I fear that the God of War of the North has encountered some trouble," the Old Monk said soberly, his eyes fixed on the north as if trying to see exactly what had happened there.
At that moment, the voice of the Feathered Serpent boomed from the sky: "The God of War of the North has fallen!"
Upon hearing this, Arthur and the Old Monk instantly fell silent. The Little White Snake was the God of Death, and the death of any creature in the world could not escape his eyes. Now that he had confirmed the fall of the God of the North, the news must undoubtedly be true.
Moreover, the previously violent Thunder had led both to suspect this, though they were reluctant to believe it. After all, this was the God of War of the North, one of the powerful Divine Spirits. There were few in this world as mighty as he.
Yet such a formidable Divine Spirit had fallen silently, giving Arthur and others no time to react.
"The fall of such a powerful Divine Spirit will likely throw the God Realm into chaos," Arthur said softly, lifting his head to look at the sky. Though he could see nothing, he knew that above there was a majestic Temple where the gods convened.
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"It seems I must make a journey to the God Realm," sighed the Little White Snake, after all, he was one of the powerful Divine Spirits of this world, and he had a place in the grand council of the gods.
The enormous Feathered Serpent slowly disappeared into the sky, while Arthur and the Old Monk stood side by side, looking at the gradually fading dark clouds. Their faces were grave. Such a mighty Divine Spirit had just fallen, and this dreadful turmoil was likely to affect countless creatures.
In the sky, the majestic and holy Temple had already gathered a great number of Divine Spirits, who had also sensed the abnormality of the earth and hurried here to inquire about the news.
The Little White Snake reduced his size and settled in the Temple, instantly transforming into a man in white robes with an indiscernible face. As the gods saw his arrival, they all turned their heads.
"Death, you've finally arrived, we've been waiting for you!" said the God of Knowledge and Wisdom softly. His face clouded over; he knew that the shadow over the world had started to move, and the time he foresaw for world destruction was not far off.
"The God of War of the North has fallen, but I did not find his Soul left behind. It seems a mysterious force has erased everything," spoke the Little White Snake now, his voice deep and commanding, echoing in the vast Temple, clearly reaching each Divine Spirit's ears.
The Divine Spirits were shocked. Now that they had confirmation from the God of Death himself, the fall of the God of War of the North was indeed a fact. Such a powerful Divine Spirit had fallen silently, and it was only known when the Law erupted in turmoil. Such a strange and terrifying force made the gods uneasy; they questioned how, with their powers, they could secure themselves against such an unseen manipulator.
"This is provocation, an insult to all of us Divine Spirits, and we must find the mastermind behind it; otherwise, we Divine Spirits can forget about sleeping peacefully," a Divine Spirit shouted, raising an arm.
Many Divine Spirits also spoke out in support, as this related to the life and safety of every one of them. Having lived through countless years, the Divine Spirits were far more afraid of death than the mortals on Earth.
The Divine Spirits, who were once timid and fearful, were now united more than ever. They stirred up, hoping to gain the agreement of all gods, to thoroughly investigate the matter. They were truly frightened, for anyone who could silently kill the God of War of the North could also kill them.
"Silence, this is the grand hall of divine deliberation, not your divine kingdom," a robust man angrily slammed his hand on the stone table, flames bursting from his eyes, immediately quieting the chaotic hall.
This was the Fire God, who controlled all the flames in the world and was one of the most powerful Divine Spirits, more powerful than the God of War of the North, known for his solemn and serious demeanor, holding high prestige among the gods.
"The best course of action is to uncover the truth; otherwise, all Divine Spirits will be in jeopardy," the God of Knowledge and Wisdom said gravely.
"Grim Reaper, can you find the real killer? Among those present, you are the most familiar with death. I believe you have the capability," the God of Knowledge and Wisdom stared intently at Little White Snake and asked.
"The moment I sensed the demise of the God of War of the North, I used my authority to trace it, but I was blocked by a strange force and could not detect anything useful. Perhaps only by going to his divine kingdom might we find some clues," Little White Snake spoke truthfully. He too was curious about who could silently kill such a powerful Divine Spirit.
Thus, the gods started flying towards the divine kingdom of the God of War of the North, located at the northernmost part of the world, atop a towering snow mountain, hidden within the clouds above the summit.
When the gods entered the divine kingdom, they were shocked by the gruesome scene before them. The once vibrant world of the God of War of the North, where countless souls of his worshipping warriors resided, taking delight in combat daily, a group that loved warfare more than any other in the world, had filled this divine kingdom with vigor and battle.
But now, the divine kingdom bore no resemblance to its former glory. The once magnificent arena was destroyed by a powerful force, leaving only ruins for onlookers to mourn over. The souls of numerous warriors had dissipated into this world, and Little White Snake could clearly sense the resentment lingering in this land.
The divine kingdom seemed to be enveloped by an unidentifiable power, which prevented the dreadful scene from being noticed by the outside world. This was why the turmoil caused by the absence of Divine Spirits to tame the Laws did not surface until long after the fall of the God of War of the North. Otherwise, the news of his death might have remained concealed.
"Have you been able to find out anything?" the God of Knowledge and Wisdom asked, concerned. At this moment, this notoriously kind-hearted deity's countenance was grave, his whole being emanating a surging air of immense anger.
"The fall of the God of War of the North needs to be dated three days earlier. The entire battlefield was enveloped by a mysterious force, yielding no useful information. However, the vanished Lost Souls tell me that not just one person attacked the God of War of the North but at least four individuals launched an assault simultaneously, and most likely, they were his acquaintances," Little White Snake conveyed some speculative information he received by sensing the aura of death, not hesitating to share all he knew.
The gods fell silent. Although the details were few, the implications were substantial. The involvement of at least four people indicated that the adversaries were likely an organization or a group, and the acquaintances of the God of War of the North were possibly among the Divine Spirits themselves.
Suddenly, suspicions surged among them, particularly among the weaker Divine Spirits, who glanced around distrustfully at the other Divine Spirits, enveloped in unease.
Seeing this, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom sighed lightly. How could such teammates accomplish anything significant?
