Chapter 535: Is Divine Arrival Controlled by Man or the God of Judgement?

Chapter 535: Is Divine Arrival Controlled by Man or the God of Judgement?

Fifth Bufen, the Emperor of Raksha Nation, strode with an air of authority, his dragon robe billowing behind him. His hair and beard were black, and his skin glowed with vitality, appearing like a burning flame from a distance.

However, upon closer inspection, one could see the signs of age in his dignified eyes.

"Your Majesty!" The four Celestial Rank Armament Generals in the room bowed their noble heads.

Fifth Bufen was the ruler of Raksha Nation, the sun to his people.

He was also the strongest Celestial Rank Armament General in Raksha Nation at present.

"Rise," Fifth Bufen waved his sleeve, exuding an air of imperial dominance.

He had secluded himself for years, neglecting state affairs.

Yet, power remained firmly in his grasp.

"Your Majesty, Divine Arrival has just slain Blade Demon. With your precious body, if you engage in battle recklessly, it may harm your imperial body," Duke Yuan interjected, attempting to dissuade him.

Of course, his true intention was for Your Majesty to deal with Divine Arrival, while he cheered from the sidelines.

But he had to pretend to advise against it.

At the same time, he wanted to know what confidence His Majesty had.

A sharp glint flashed in Fifth Bufen's eyes, "A mere Divine Arrival, a hundred years ago, I failed to suppress it personally, which is a regret in my heart. This time, I, the Emperor, will personally take action!"

The Celestial Rank Armament Generals in the room hurriedly flattered him.

But in their hearts, they didn't take it seriously.

This Fifth Bufen, he was just too concerned about his reputation.

Fifth Bufen continued, "I learned from the extraterrestrial that my Raksha Nation will last for thousands of years, from one generation to the next... until ten thousand generations.

As for the randomly revived Divine Arrival, it's merely a fleeting glimmer of a firefly's light."

A hundred years ago, he had already colluded with the extraterrestrial.

Accelerating the fall of Divine Arrival.

The extraterrestrial had a book in his possession, titled 'The Green Mountain Book'.

Fifth Bufen referred to it as the Oracle's Scroll.

The Green Mountain Book had recorded that Divine Arrival would revive, but it would only be a fleeting brilliance.

Of course, he wouldn't reveal this information to these Celestial Rank Armament Generals.

Seeing the four Celestial Rank Armament Generals glancing at each other with hesitation, Fifth Bufen's eyes flashed with disdain, "A hundred years ago, Divine Arrival fell to the siege of the gods, but in reality, it was defeated by the Dark Light Spirit.

That thing is specifically used to pollute holy artifacts.

Any holy artifact that comes into contact with it will become tarnished, losing its divine power and becoming ordinary."

As Fifth Bufen spoke, a droplet of water-like liquid appeared before everyone's eyes.

Deep blue and translucent, it emitted a dangerous aura.

The four Celestial Rank Armament Generals in the room saw this droplet of liquid, their eyes filled with apprehension, and they all moved away.

Although the Dark Light Spirit only targeted holy artifacts, they all had ordinary holy artifacts for self-defense.

If their artifacts were tainted, their combat power would be greatly reduced.

When Divine Arrival fell, they had their suspicions, but now, seeing the Dark Light Spirit, everything made sense.

"Holy artifacts... even a town-guarding holy artifact should be at my disposal. If it's not, it must be destroyed!" Fifth Bufen's voice resounded with authority.

The Celestial Rank Armament Generals' hearts sank, knowing that Fifth Bufen's words also served as a warning to them.

After all, Fifth Bufen had neglected state affairs for so many years, and these Celestial Rank Armament Generals had, to a greater or lesser extent, engaged in some minor schemes.

Now, facing Fifth Bufen's reprimand, these Armament Generals understood that they had to make some concessions.

Duke Yuan quickly lowered his head, his face filled with guilt, "This time, I retreated without a fight in Dingbo Prefecture. I deserve to die a thousand times. I'm willing to offer the 'Mysterious Heaven Secret Manual'."

Fifth Bufen nodded.

The white-faced elder's voice was hoarse, "To cultivate the Wood Vitality Art and prolong my life, I've been in Immortal Cloud Province for the past decade, secretly digging out the livers of twelve thousand people behind Your Majesty's back.

I've wronged the people and Your Majesty. I'm willing to offer the Wood Vitality Art and the Ten Thousand Liver Pill."

A satisfied look appeared in Fifth Bufen's eyes, "You didn't wrong the people. You only wronged me. I forgive your mistakes."

Power only answers to its source.

In this world, who gets punished for wronging the people? Even if punished, it's usually because the matter affects the interests of the superiors.

Most of the time, it's only when you offend your superiors that you get punished.

The others also admitted their faults and handed over their benefits.

...

"This time, I will travel across the twelve prefectures," Qi Yuan said calmly.

To impersonate Divine Arrival, one must travel across the land, letting all the people know that he has returned.

This way, the impersonation level will rise quickly.

In the end, he will defeat all enemies with his own strength.

The impersonation of Divine Arrival is probably close to completion.

The Washer Old Woman looked at the young man before her, her eyes filled with reverence.

"This old one is willing to accompany you on a journey across the beautiful rivers and mountains of Raksha Nation!"

After Qi Yuan killed Blade Demon, the Washer Old Woman hurriedly followed him, beginning to assist Qi Yuan.

In her opinion, Divine Arrival had not fully recovered and was still dormant, so it was temporarily controlled by Qi Yuan, allowing him to unleash terrifying power.

However, since Qi Yuan controlled Divine Arrival, she was the master of the Judgement Council, and thus, the one she needed to pledge allegiance to.

Qi Yuan shrugged, peering through the coach at the vast expanse of Xianlong Prefecture, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, countless voices flooded into his ears.

Or, to be more precise, they entered the ears of Divine Arrival.

"God, save my poor child!"

"I've already had three daughters; when will I have a son?"

"Damn it! If the God of Judgement truly returns, how will we make money?"

"Die quickly, die quickly, let everyone perish. If I can't live well, neither will you."

"I hope everyone can love and support each other, and hard work will be rewarded."

"What nonsense about the God of Judgement? How can he possibly revive? It must be those troublemakers spreading rumors!"

"Help, God, save me!" A woman, violated, cried for help, only to attract more people to join in.

Various voices poured in, one after another, filling Qi Yuan's ears.

Among them were the evils and distortions of humanity, but also the goodness, beauty, and truth.

Through these voices, he also saw a mother holding her frail daughter.

The girl was on the brink of death, her tattered clothes revealing much of her skin.

Her exposed skin was covered in sores and pus, evoking disgust and fear.

Yet, her mother still held her tightly.

Suddenly, a light flashed.

The pus and sores on the frail girl's body disappeared, leaving behind rough but unblemished skin.

The mother's face lit up with joy and surprise, and she quickly knelt down, bowing repeatedly, "God!"

Unfortunately, the response she received was merely a cold and majestic divine voice, "You need not kneel before me."

On the other side, men with sinister faces and women who aided the wicked were suddenly bathed in divine light, and they all froze.

On the coach, Qi Yuan's eyes revealed a complex expression, "As expected, I am not a qualified judge.

If Divine Arrival were here, their crimes would not warrant death."

Nevertheless, Qi Yuan continued to expend his divine power, slaying those people.

According to Chen Kangbao's words, Young Master had a kind heart and couldn't bear to witness such scenes.

At the same time, after Qi Yuan's display of divine signs, hundreds of prayers were answered. In Xianlong Prefecture, more and more people looked up to the sky with devout expressions.

As time passed, more and more people took to the streets.

They included the elderly, children, and the young, representing all age groups.

There were clerks, shop assistants, night-time escorts, weavers, farmers, and various other professions.

They wore either tattered rags or luxurious silk brocade.

They gathered together.

Their faces were devout, their expressions solemn, and they shouted, "Divine Arrival!"

The sea of people, densely packed, was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart and chill the souls of some.

If they united and acted as one, in a world with low demonic energy and no spiritual energy, they could make even rulers tremble.

Qi Yuan observed this scene, his heart calm, without much disturbance.

However, since he was playing the role of Divine Arrival...

The divine signs reappeared!

Suddenly, rain began to fall in Xianlong Prefecture.

This rain was like a sunshower, a starlight rain, as if fireflies were landing on the bodies of the people heading out onto the streets.

Many people looked bewildered, but soon their faces turned fanatical, shocked, and delighted.

"This is a divine gift!"

"It's in the 169th chapter of the book, and it's not a mistake!"

"It's a divine gift!"

Many people stretched out their palms to catch the starlight rain or opened their mouths.

The rain fell on their bodies and instantly disappeared, nourishing them and filling them with vitality.

Countless people were filled with fervor and delight.

At this moment, the people's trust in Divine Arrival reached its peak.

Qi Yuan's role-playing as Divine Arrival was becoming more and more convincing.

Qi Yuan sensed this and remained calm, "We... should leave. Our next stop is Cuixian Prefecture."

...

"Grandpa, walk faster!"

"Sigh, Grandpa's old bones can't keep up with you."

"Grandpa, why didn't you tell me that Divine Arrival is controlled by Master Qi?"

"How could I reveal such a thing? Hehe, now that you know, are you surprised?"

"I'm happy, but..."

"But what?"

"The God of Judgement represents absolute fairness and justice.

Now that Master Qi controls Him... do fairness and justice still exist?"

"Isn't He the one you should trust to judge others? Why don't you believe in Him?"

"I trusted Him before, but people can change.

Even I, if I suddenly gained a holy artifact like Divine Arrival and became the strongest in this world, I don't know what I would become...

Power is the most alluring, and I hope... Master Qi will not control Divine Arrival."

"You're being rather blunt and presumptuous with your words."

"I know, but the God of Judgment I believe in is a fair and just deity, not one controlled by a single person's whims." Liu Chudong's eyes held unwavering determination, "If Qi Big Brother were to kill me in anger, I'd have no regrets!"

"I'm willing to be the villain, and I also hope that Qi Big Brother can uphold his true nature... for a little longer."

"Without the supervision of one's true nature, how can the power of Divine Arrival be fair and just?"

"You..." Liu Sheng's gaze grew complex.

Regarding this granddaughter, he truly didn't know how to advise her.

...

Three months passed by like flowing water.

In all twelve states of the Raksha Kingdom, traces of Divine Arrival's presence remained.

Wherever it went, Divine Arrival left behind divine signs.

Whether it was executing evil-doers, healing the sick and weak, upholding justice, or addressing injustices, Divine Arrival was always there.

Qi Yuan truly lived up to the promise, "Where there is injustice, summon Divine Arrival."

The divine power, transformed into starlight rain, fell like rain, adding vitality to the mortal realm.

All the commoners wore expressions of devotion, even fanaticism.

Some opportunists, seeking to take advantage of the situation, tried to incite the people to rebel, overthrow the existing order, and replace the established beneficiaries, becoming a new parasitic class.

Qi Yuan stopped all of this.

He was roleplaying as Divine Arrival, but he didn't want to be confined as an AI in one place.

Although, according to reason, his departure could be seen as "Suppressing the old grudges, and letting them flow away," but "New chapters will be written by those who come after."

Now, he was also doing his best to play the role of Divine Arrival.

As for what happened next, that's a story for another time.

Along the way, there were clever and wise commoners who discovered Qi Yuan's coach, and some even followed him voluntarily, their numbers growing.

The scene left Qi Yuan in awe.

Although he considered himself Lawful Good, a good person, he was far from being a hero. After all, while he obeyed the law, he was also selfish, loved beauty, and despite his social anxiety, he often acted impulsively.

Divine Arrival could shoulder these responsibilities, but he couldn't.

Later, no commoners followed his coach.

"Ahead... is the Raksha Capital City."

The washer old woman, Huansha, gazed at the majestic walls ahead, her eyes filled with deep memories.

It was in this very city that she had drawn her sword and killed the Third Prince.

This city held many of her sorrows.

"This is the most prosperous place in the Raksha Kingdom, the most dazzling and vibrant, but also the darkest and most sinister."

Huansha's voice was hoarse.

Qi Yuan looked ahead at the capital, his expression calm.

Indeed, the washer old woman was right.

The capital was indeed different from other places.

For example, in other states, wherever Divine Arrival was about to arrive, many commoners would gather at the foot of the walls every day.

But under the capital's walls, there was no one.

As for the reason, it might be that the government discouraged it, or perhaps the commoners feared something.

Regardless, Qi Yuan didn't care.

Divine Arrival, as an AI-like existence, had no anger.

Qi Yuan was a game player, and he merely enjoyed the gaming process, not paying attention to these details.

"Let's go, enter the capital, and kill the old emperor!"

Qi Yuan's gaze remained calm.

He had killed many before.

The terrifyingly powerful ruler of a realm, the life-devouring demon from beyond, the Yang Deity of the primordial world, but... he had never killed a real emperor.

As a Blueskinner, how could he not have rebellious thoughts?

In the game, if you don't kill an emperor, is it even worth playing?

In legends, the Monkey King rebelled openly; Erlang Shen rebelled in secret; Nezha rebelled against whoever he chose.

These deities had now become Qi Yuan's divine infants, and it would be strange if Qi Yuan didn't have rebellious thoughts.

Just then, suddenly, a group of elegant men on horseback rode towards them.

The leader, dressed in a golden silk gray robe, with a haughty expression, had no beard between his brows.

Qi Yuan glanced at them, but in their eyes, he saw no trace of fear.

He couldn't help but think that even the most useless emperor would have a group of loyal followers.

Nurturing followers for a thousand days, only to use them for a moment.

The horses stopped, and the middle-aged man in gray spoke, his eyes filled with majesty.

"Are you perhaps Qi Yuan, the one who wields the power of Divine Arrival?"

"What do you want with my young master?" Chen Kangbao poked his head out, full of curiosity, "Is the old emperor seeking to surrender?"

"Impudence!" The middle-aged man in gray shouted, his face filled with rebuke, "Qi Yuan, with your disregard for law and disrespect for royal authority, now you dare to go to the imperial palace, offering Divine Arrival to His Majesty, and you may be spared!"

Qi Yuan watched this scene, his gaze calm: "Alright, I understand, I'm not in the mood for small talk with these NPCs."

He decided that later, he would say nothing and just kill the old emperor.

No need to give these NPCs too many lines.

(End of Chapter)

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