Chapter 299: Returning to the Divine Realm, The Pilgrimage Path

Chapter 299: Returning to the Divine Realm, The Pilgrimage Path

Mr. A did not hesitate at all, pretending to resist desperately, then swiftly withdrew by manipulating the raging winds to escape.

In terms of ability combination, he was more superior than Mr. S.

"Chase after him!"

When Mr. S gave chase, his heart tightened abruptly, his whole body turned ice-cold, and even his blood nearly froze completely. 

He dared not continue the pursuit, because at that moment, a formidable enemy was observing him from the shadows.

He had only felt such a dreadful gaze from the great Urlorius.

Mr. A eventually managed to escape.

Despite losing his target, Mr. S did not appear too dejected, for the one who came to deal with Mr. A today was not only him, a divine envoy, but also a saint.

The reason for hiding in the shadows without taking action was to see if there were others behind Mr. A.

By now, the venerable saint had probably already given chase, so he only needed to wait here for news.

Glancing at the underground chamber that was partially exposed, Mr. S ordered his subordinates to excavate it.

After breaking through the underground chamber, Mr. S led his men inside. The gloomy environment could not obstruct his vision.

In the silent and chilly underground chamber, an empty coffin was placed quietly, with nothing else around.

As he was about to approach and examine the coffin for any key information left behind, the originally intact coffin decayed like a sand coffin, withering and turning to ashes.

Mr. S's expression became much graver. After carefully inspecting the underground chamber and finding no other issues, he left.

Not long after exiting, he saw the gloomy saint who had accompanied him today returning empty-handed.

Even the venerable saint had lost the chase?

Mr. S was quite perceptive, realizing that the saint must have failed, so he tactfully remained silent.

"Any discoveries in the underground chamber?" The chilling voice came from Ksma's mouth.

Mr. S hurriedly recounted the events that had occurred in the underground chamber.

Ksma let out a cold snort, his eyes flickering with a sense of reluctance, but ultimately he suppressed his discomfort and instructed Mr. S to replace Mr. A as the person in charge of Beckland before turning to leave.

Mr. S respectfully saw Ksma off. As for continuing the pursuit of Mr. A, since the venerable saint did not mention it, it meant that this matter could no longer be resolved by envoys like themselves.[1][2][3]

On the other side, after escaping from Tamu Town, Mr. A arrived at a seaside port under the guidance of divine revelation. 

It was time for them to embark on a journey.

Utilizing his extraordinary abilities, Mr. A easily acquired a ship, expelling everyone except the sailors operating the vessel.

He entered the captain's cabin and respectfully requested the descent of the Lord.

When the spiritual realm's passage opened and the Lord's figure appeared in his sight, Mr. A finally felt truly at ease.

Sensing the Lord's gaze upon his severed arm, Mr. A felt a surge of warmth and hastily said, "Please rest assured, my Lord, my injuries will soon recover to normal."

For someone who was once the Rose Archbishop, physical wounds had never been an issue.

Hastur did not speak, only gazing through the window towards the vast ocean in the distance.

Compared to being on land, staying at sea could avoid many unnecessary troubles.

For this stellar vessel of his, spatial distances no longer mattered much.

The only thing to be mindful of was that he could not descend for too long during the day.

Today, it was because he heard Mr. A's plea for help and prayers that he temporarily descended under the pretext of taking an afternoon nap, lying on the bed to enter the Hall of stars.

He had to limit his time outside to within two hours to avoid arousing unnecessary suspicion.

At night, when the starlight shone brilliantly, was the true time for this stellar vessel to be active.

"My Lord, where are we headed?" Mr. A, who had regrown his arm, asked in a soft voice.

Regarding the journey the Lord had mentioned, he did not quite understand, but in that moment, he felt a tingling, inexplicable sensation.

Now that they had boarded a ship out at sea, they needed a direction to head towards.

"Wherever your gaze can reach, that is the direction we shall go." 

Mr. A's heart trembled violently. Carefully comparing their current sailing direction, his expression changed as he trembled and asked, "My Lord, are we returning to Your divine realm?"

Returning to the divine realm?

That did sound rather interesting.

Hastur calmly said, "It is time to return to that forsaken land."

Could it be the legendary Forsaken Land of the Gods, the A'sran wondered excitedly, his breathing becoming ragged. Rumor had it that the Lord's divine realm was located in the forsaken land, but over the years, followers had ventured forth one after another, trying to follow the Lord's guiding gaze back to His divine realm, yet none had succeeded.

To enter the Lord's divine realm, one had to at least be an angel, for only beings of such rank were qualified to serve by the Lord's side.

As for himself, did he have a chance to become an angel serving at the Lord's side?

Journeying to return to the divine realm, this was his own pilgrimage path.

Could it be that the Lord's incarnation appearing here was to guide him towards the forsaken land, the divine realm?

Thinking of this, Mr. A's heart nearly stopped beating.

Bearing all sacrifices and curses, embarking on a journey, treading the path towards the divine realm.

This was what he, with his limited life, should be doing.

"My Lord, I understand now. Your benevolence has been guiding me all along," Mr. A murmured in his heart, further solidifying the path he would take next.

Hastur did not linger here for too long. After instructing Mr. A to prepare another suitable coffin, lie inside it, and set up some precautionary measures, he ended his descent and returned to the Hall of stars.

In the Hall of stars, Hastur's gaze turned towards the star where the true Creator resided.

The Creator still showed no abnormal behavior, except that Urlorius, who had originally accompanied Him, was now nowhere to be seen.

Had Urlorius left the true Creator's side because of this incident with Mr. A?

Hastur did not panic much about this, for Urlorius, as formidable as he was, had always been under his watch. 

Hastur slightly shifted his gaze to the brightest point of light beside the star where the true Creator resided.

In the image, Urlorius was crossing the ocean.

Hastur only observed for a moment before averting his gaze, scanning the stars again. Finding no other anomalies, he withdrew his sight.

...

In the ancient castle, Hastur stretched lazily as he rose from the bed, and Aysara, who had been waiting by the side, immediately pounced over from the corner of the table.

Hastur caught it in his arms, gently stroking its little head as it purred contentedly, and walked out of the room.

Kaires, who had been waiting for quite some time, hurriedly came to greet him. After receiving Hastur's nod, he began to discuss the recent situation of the Red Glove squad stationed in Port Ning during this period.

Port Ning was one of the three ports that Hastur favored the most, so there were quite a few members of the Yellow Robe monk disguised as ordinary people to collect relevant information.

The Red Glove squad's actions of inquiring about their own information naturally aroused the vigilance of the Yellow Robe monk members, and the information was then compiled and reported to Kaires.

Kaires had never been the most prestigious or powerful person under Lady Lisa, but now he was the closest to Hastur, and the authority in his hands was continuously expanding. Even a demigod of Sequence 4 had to give him due respect.

"My lord, should we...?" Kaires made a gesture of slitting his throat.

"Observe for now. They won't be able to find out much," Hastur had no intention of directly confronting the Night Church yet.

Let the Red Glove squad investigate if they wanted to. As long as they did not ultimately investigate him, they could safely leave Port Ning.

"Divine Envoy, I should still go there and keep an eye on things," Lady Lisa came before Hastur, her face full of reverence.

Unlike Kaires, she was accustomed to addressing Hastur as the Divine Envoy, rather than Lord Count.

Of course, she would prefer to directly address him as the one under the Papal Crown, but Hastur refused to let her call him that.

In the end, she could only choose between Lord Count and Divine Envoy.

"I trust you will understand how to act," Hastur permitted Lady Lisa's voluntary request.

"We have always been followers pursuing the divine's shadow in the darkness, silently and unnoticed," Lady Lisa left these words behind as she departed.

Kaires enviously remarked, "Lady Lisa's spirit has been improving lately, looking much younger. How wonderful."

Hastur only gave him a casual glance, saying nothing.

Regarding the news that Lady Lisa had recently advanced to Sequence 2, only he knew, while the other Yellow Robe monk members were unaware of the details.

Within the Yellow Robe monk, one could only learn about the potion formula and advancement conditions for the next sequence after reaching the corresponding sequence and establishing sufficient merit.

Currently, among the Yellow Robe monk members, there was a gap after Sequence 3 Soul Reapers, with 6 Sequence 4 Priests under Lady Lisa.

This was the entirety of the high-end combat force within the Yellow Robe monk organization at present.

Unlike other extraordinary paths, this particular path made the step from Sequence 4 to Sequence 3 Soul Reaper the most difficult.

Reaping souls, it was easy to lose oneself, ultimately losing even one's own destiny.

According to Kaires, the number of Yellow Robe monk members who had fallen at this step had exceeded eight.

For a new organization established around a hundred years ago, to have such a foundation was already terrifyingly impressive.

Moreover, under Lady Lisa's leadership, the Yellow Robe monk had always adhered to the principle of acting low-key and remaining hidden, so not many people had witnessed the horrifying extraordinary abilities of this path.

That Dycaf, who had successfully advanced from a Sequence 4 Priest to a Sequence 3 Soul Reaper, had reaped the destiny of a Sequence 3 from the Lunar Path.

Reaping the destiny of a higher sequence extraordinary being was the advancement condition required to become a Sequence 3 Soul Reaper.

The more arduous the advancement, the more formidable the power it brought.

If Dycaf had chosen to leave at that time, even Hastur's Sequence 2 power would not have been able to stop him.

Unfortunately, he had chosen a path of death for himself.

(End of chapter)