Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 579 - 320 Separation_2

Arthur’s ancestral castle was quite spectacular, covered and influenced by the aura of death, turning it toward destruction. If ordinary people lived in this castle, they would likely become fearsome creatures of death before long. However, for someone as accomplished in his practices as Lu Yu, these deaths energies could do nothing to him.

Nevertheless, being surrounded by the energy of death could still be uncomfortable over time. Thus, with a slight motion in his thoughts, Lu Yu’s body radiated a brilliant light. The Primordial Spirit Light immediately illuminated the castle, scattering innumerable black auras that seemed like Resentful Spirits, emitting piercing screams in the air, attempting to disrupt Lu Yu’s actions.

However, the Little White Snake on Lu Yu’s arm brightened at the sight, as if it had seen some delicious food. It immediately left Lu Yu’s arm and danced into the air, chasing those eerie auras.

The snake was the natural enemy of these eerie Resentful Spirits. What looked eerie and terrifying shook tremulously before the little creature, unable to resist, and was cleanly devoured by the Little White Snake.

After eating its fill, it returned to Lu Yu’s side, rubbed its head against his arm, and then fell contentedly asleep. A bright, intermittently flickering light shone from its body, a sign of the rules of death continuously condensing within it.

Lu Yu shook his head with a smile. These eerie Resentful Spirits naturally were nothing in Lu Yu’s eyes, yet he had not expected the Little White Snake to be so proactive, eliminating them cleanly without needing his intervention.

However, this was a good thing. With such a diligent little creature as the Little White Snake, his own workload was greatly reduced.

The castle, now bathed in light, had lost its former gloominess and instead was infused with a sunny disposition. Lu Yu brought over plenty of furniture from the Treasure Vase, and in no time at all, the castle was transformed anew.

Comfortably lying on the couch, Lu Weiwei squinted his eyes. The troubles outside were not something that could be resolved overnight; he needed to conserve his strength.

Meanwhile, the Old Monk disappeared in the Holy Light started his journey anew, seeking ways to save the world and furthering the path of spreading the divine glow.

Barefooted, he walked the earth, witnessing life and death, joy and sorrow of humanity, his eyes filled with tears. But a different power woke him, causing him to lift his head in astonishment; a brilliant Holy Light burst from his eyes. In that moment, his ordinary eyes became the eyes of a Divine Spirit, breaking through the barriers of time and space to see Arthur walking through the forest.

One glance was enough for a mysterious thought to emerge in his heart. The young man before him was the future of the world. He could see the formidable power enveloping him - a force known as fate.

"Child of Destiny? My Lord, is this your revelation to me? I shall walk your path on earth, spreading your divine light." The Holy Light dissipated, and the vision faded. The Old Monk knelt devoutly on the ground, silently praying to his deity. He had found his direction.

Thus, the nomadic Old Monk, wanted by many lords, began heading in the direction where Arthur was, carrying his deity’s oracle and aiming to fulfill a covenant.

However, at this time, Arthur, who the Old Monk had identified as the Child of Destiny, was still struggling through the muddy paths. The dense forest blocked the sun, making the entire area exceptionally damp. Perhaps due to Lu Yu’s previous interventions, all the fierce animals in the forest had vanished, so although the journey was arduous, Arthur faced no danger.

As his feet left the forest and stepped onto the road again, Arthur could not help but reveal a joyous expression. He ran excitedly forward, just like he did when he was a child, and it was only in this moment that he seemed truly youthful.

But soon, the conversations of passing travelers caught his attention. These people were discussing the ritual presided over by Lord Joy, where the God of the Forest personally appeared, drank the fine wine offered by Joy, making him the rightful lord of the land.

A thunderbolt seemed to go off in Arthur’s mind. His family had been worshipping this God of the Forest for thousands of years. His ancestors’ devout worship, exchanged for such an outcome, faced with the rebellion of his lands, the deity turned a deaf ear – easily swayed by a glass of fine wine.

At this moment, Arthur felt an endless sadness, mourning the devoutness of his countless ancestors, which seemed like a joke after so many years.

"How ridiculous, it seems that in the eyes of the Divine Spirit, we are but insignificant beings with not a trace of attachment," Arthur said mockingly.

However, he wasn’t utterly disheartened, for the treasured sword in his hand gave him confidence and courage. It was a sword even Mr. Lu had praised, one that even Divine Spirits couldn’t ignore. From that moment on, Arthur decided he would rely on his own hands to strive for the life he dreamed of.

With his resolve strengthened, Arthur continued toward his territory. He wanted to reclaim everything with the treasured sword in his hands.

As the evening fell, a silver moon rose in the sky, draping the vast land in a silvery veil. Arthur walked alone in the wilderness, his shadow stretching out long behind him.

Suddenly, a call for help rang out. Enhanced by the Sword in the Stone, Arthur’s body had long surpassed its previous limits, breaking through the bonds of ordinary humans, enabling him to hear even distant sounds.

He listened carefully and recognized the voice. Without hesitating, Arthur used all his strength to rush toward the direction of the sound.

His rapidly-moving body left deep footprints on the road, and in no time, Arthur had reached the source of the sounds.

There, three people were being chased by a group of mercenaries. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Frey leading Layton and others, fleeing for their lives, their bodies already stained with fresh blood from their wounds.

"Frey, you might as well stop running. Lord Joy has offered a lot of gold for your head. Since the lord you served, Arthur, is dead, you might as well hand over your head to us brothers, so we can also have a drink," the leader of the mercenaries, a man with a long scar on his face and uneven yellow teeth, laughed wildly.

"Marcus, you ungrateful wretch! When you were down and out, if not for the lord who pitied you and took you in, allowing you to stay temporarily in the territory, you would have been dead by now. Yet today, you’re ready to strike at me for that bastard Joy," Frey yelled angrily.

"Haha, Old Man Frey, that’s just the way the world is. The good don’t live long; only those who are ruthless can stand taller," Marcus said coldly.

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While talking, he began to close in on Frey with a giant sword, all the while keeping an eye on Layton, as it was this young fellow who had nearly capsized him in the gutter before.

But this time, he wouldn’t make the same mistake again—Frey’s valuable head was definitely his.

However, just then, cries of alarm from his men reached his ears, prompting the mercenary leader to look up in the direction his men were pointing. There, a figure as if radiating light was rushing toward them at an extremely exaggerated speed.

The man hadn’t yet arrived, but his fierce aura had already conveyed from afar. Marcus furrowed his brows; despite his years of wandering and broad experience, he had never seen anyone with such terrifying strength. Such speed had already surpassed human bounds.

"What’s the panic? Set up the formation for defense quickly," the experienced Marcus ordered his men as he organized defenses, since it was unclear whether the approaching person was friend or foe.

Soon, the figure radiating light reached his side, and a familiar youthful face appeared before him, causing him to panic as Lost Souls surged forth.