Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 592 - 327: The Curtain Falls

The Old Monk furrowed his brow as the Demon's self-detonation exceeded his expectations. The seal of the Holy Light was insufficient to block it, and if this force were to burst forth, the realm would turn to ashes.

It was at this moment that Arthur acted, raising the Treasured Sword in his hand high into the air. The Sword in the Stone shimmered with light in midair.

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All the citizens in the city watched this miracle-like scene, aware that Arthur and the others were truly striving to protect them. One by one, they prayed in their hearts for Arthur's victory.

Under such emotions, the power of the Sword in the Stone began to intensify. The Sword of the King naturally gathers a crowd to form its power. Now, with the unity of the realm's people, the sword erupted with its true power.

A more mystical power descended upon this place, quelling the terrible explosion in an instant, and in less than a moment, it had vanished completely. This was the power of the Human Path, making its first appearance in this world.

The Divine Spirits also awakened from their meditations, sensing the world's joy as if celebrating the birth of a strange power. Thus, the Divine Spirits' gazes began to focus on this land.

In an instant, Arthur felt countless gazes upon him. He naturally understood that this was the Divine Spirits looking down, and in the past, Arthur might have already knelt on the ground, sincerely praising the greatness of the gods. However, now, holding the Sword in the Stone, he had the confidence to challenge the Divine Spirits.

Thus, Arthur stood erect like a Long Spear, the Sword in the Stone emitting a brilliant radiance, lighting up the realm as if it were daylight.

The Divine Spirits fell silent, feeling the power emanating from Arthur. It was a new kind of power, starkly different from divine power, a terrifying power. Everyone could feel this power counteracting the Divine Spirits, yet none dared to strike at Arthur.

For the favor of the world was upon Arthur, and at this moment, anyone who acted would surely be devoured by the Will of the World. The Divine Spirits depended on the rules of the world to exist; should the world despise them, their Divine Positions would fall.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the first to dare make a move, but unsurprisingly, all the Divine Spirits were very rational and did not wish to make an enemy of the Will of the World.

Meanwhile, the true body of the Demon seated in the divine kingdom could no longer sit still. Pretending to be enraged, he bellowed, "Who dares to be presumptuous on my protected land?"

The voice of the Divine Spirit resounded through the heavens, echoing over the heads of everyone in the realm. Being the guardian Divine Spirit of the realm, everyone was very familiar with his voice and could naturally discern his fury.

However, considering the realm had just faced an existential threat, it was understandable for the Divine Spirit to be angry. Still, the familiar Divine Spirits' faces showed puzzled expressions, as this Divine Spirit was notoriously indifferent, treating the citizens of the realm like pigs and dogs, unlike someone who would do such a thing.

The Harp Goddess was the first to widen her eyes. The words of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom before his departure still echoed in her mind: shadow begins with the God of Forest.

As a higher-ranking God than the God of Forest, she was concerned about this anomaly. Her intuition told her something was wrong with the current God of Forest, but no matter how she looked, she could find nothing amiss.

"It's you, Desecrator of the God!" the God of Forest purposefully roared aloud, giving himself a seemingly reasonable excuse to act, as this Divine Body was very important to him and he did not wish to easily forsake it.

Following the God of Forest's shout, people saw the Old Monk standing behind Arthur, holding a white tome, guessing that the God of Forest might have pinned the blame on this Desecrator of the God.

The enraged Divine Spirit fully unleashed his strength, a terrifying divine power descending from the heavens, pressing down on the realm. Everyone felt a mountainous pressure, the heavy burden almost making it impossible to breathe.

Yet, the Old Monk was not afraid at all. The thing he most worried about had happened: the God of Forest was likely possessed by the Demon, otherwise, how could he have acted so out of character?

Although the Demon was skilled in deception, expertly concealing his energy and power, as an archenemy, the Old Monk still sensed the hidden power. He nodded slightly at Arthur.

Arthur's expression turned solemn at once. This Divine Spirit was untrustworthy. He raised his head to look at the angry visage appearing in the sky, his face showing neither sorrow nor joy. No matter how difficult the path ahead, he held in his hands the power of the human race, and from now on, the fate of the human race would be governed by him.

Thinking this, he looked resolute, raising the Treasured Sword in his hand to the heavens.

"The Lord said, 'Apart from me, all others are heretics.'" The voice of the Old Monk rang out, the pristine Holy Light resounded through the heavens, and a phantom of a Sacred Mountain appeared in the sky, carrying a terrifying air, on which one could vaguely see signs of life.

"What mountain is this, and why do I have no memory of it?"

"I sense a terrifying power on this mountain that seems able to suppress our divine power."

"This is the Desecrator of the God, indeed, what audacity! To declare 'Apart from the Lord, all others are heretics.' I wonder how much power his lord possesses to be so bold."

The Divine Spirits began to converse among themselves, sensing a terrifying power from the suddenly appearing Sacred Mountain, and many even fell into contemplation.

With the emergence of the Sacred Mountain, the entire world seemed lit by Holy Light, and the power emanating from the domain of the God of Forest was blocked by the Sacred Mountain, unable to descend upon the realm.