From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 127: Journeying West, Returning to the Birthplace

In the gloomy sky, a wisp of divine fire burned slowly. It was not merely burning; it was gradually expanding and ascending, bit by bit.

Bai Yang had set up a pot over the flames, stewing a concoction of bizarre ingredients that emitted a faint, peculiar scent.

Beside him, Alvin, dressed in his butler attire, handed him pieces of "firewood" one after another, which Bai Yang tossed into the fire.

The fire was divine flame, the pot was forged from God Power, and the firewood consisted of fragments of history currently being altered.

From the Vatican, England, and France in the Old World to the Holy City of Jerusalem; from New York, Luo City, Illinois, and Miami in the New World—the people, objects, stories, and the very spiritual essence of these places had all become the kindling in his hands. Tossed into the divine fire, they allowed it to grow stronger and brighter with each passing moment.

However, these actions did not interrupt their conversation. Alvin continued to report on the recent acquisition of Wish Power.

"Crown, this entire nation is currently providing us with Wish Power, but without holy relics, genuine shrines, temples, or idols to anchor it, we cannot harvest all of it. That is, unless you are willing to extract the Godhead, expose it to the world, and actively absorb it!"

Alvin spoke with a hint of concern. "Much of this Wish Power will simply go to waste. Right now, our limit for absorbing Wish Power only spans the size of a single city..."

He was pointing out a very practical reality—the sheer magnitude of this waste.

If Bai Yang were willing to accept the God Power and fully inherit the Godhead, he could gather all of this Wish Power and instantly ascend several levels. He might even reach the tier of intermediate divine power directly.But right now, they could only watch helplessly.

Bai Yang showed little surprise. Since he controlled the Godhead, he already knew all of this. "It does not matter. Let it disperse; it is of no consequence!"

"This Wish Power has not vanished; it has merely diffused into the air. Just as we anticipated, it has already been branded with the mark of the Lord. If corresponding churches are built, or if clergymen and priests are established, this Wish Power will be naturally absorbed!"

"You could call this stockpiling Wish Power, could you not?" Bai Yang said with a beaming smile. "If a foreign deity truly arrives in this nation, I will be able to give them a massive surprise!"

Because he lacked the desperate desire to quickly ascend to godhood, Bai Yang did not have a pressing need to reach the upper limits of a deity. Instead, he was far more immersed in orchestrating a complete transformation of this world.

To him, the existence of gods was more like a component needed to build the world's structural integrity, rather than a mandatory goal he had to achieve for himself.

Hearing Bai Yang say this, Alvin dropped the subject and brought up another matter instead. "According to your orders, I went to inspect the passage through the planar crystal wall. It has not yet been tainted by divine nature. This means the Divine War on the Dylan Continent is not yet over!"

Hearing this, Bai Yang lifted his head, genuinely intrigued. "Oh? So that means we still have time, right?"

"Theoretically, yes. As long as no god discovers that passage, we can maintain our singularity and consistency. But if a deity does find this place, then..." Alvin replied.

"We will use lightning-fast, ruthless methods to obliterate them right here and preserve the secrets of this side!" Bai Yang declared. "We could even take it a step further and invade their Plane!"

His ambitions were vast, and his ideas were numerous, but he still had to face reality.

Bai Yang's current power was actually not much different from that of a true god, though he still had immense room for growth. Therefore, he was in no rush.

At this moment, the concoction stewing in the pot was finally ready. It emitted a bizarre, radiant glow that flashed before Bai Yang's eyes, bringing a smile to his face.

It was a golden circlet, shimmering with brilliant golden light as it slowly levitated upward.

"Holy Thorn Crown, that is your name!" Bai Yang whispered. This was an object forged jointly by Christian faith and his God Power. In a sense, it was a genuine divine artifact.

Engraved upon this golden circlet was Hebrew text. Every single letter carried God Power, ultimately forming a very clear and distinct phrase:

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."

The meaning of these words was extremely simple: it represented the Lord walking upon the earth. Only now, it was no longer mere words—it was a fearless, undeniable reality.

"Crown, this artifact cost twenty points of God Power. It is a holy relic comparable to a Demigod!" Alvin said. "Who have you decided to give it to? A Priest, the Holy Maiden, a Knight, or a Saint?"

"None of them!" After storing it into his sleeve, Bai Yang replied. "None of those individuals will possess it. The one who truly deserves to wield it is the Pope. Of course, not right now!" Bai Yang greatly admired Mario. He was a reformer genuinely willing to enact change within the Catholic Church. The fact that he could seize the opportunity at a time like this was excellent.

This artifact had been prepared specifically for him.

It all depended on when this Pope would finally make up his mind. When he did, it would create a truly colossal spectacle.

If he could not make up his mind, then Bai Yang would simply prop up a new Pope—one who would allow his plans to unfold much more smoothly!

But before that, he needed to check on those Indigenous Americans in the South!

Bai Yang watched Alex, who was journeying westward, and found the situation deeply amusing.

...

After acquiring Atlas and crossing paths with Angus, Alex Sheffield knew that his life was no longer his own.

Through his mental link with the black snake, he learned of his true identity. He was a remnant bloodline of the Aztec Empire within this nation, and a highly pure-blooded one at that—otherwise, he would never have served as a vessel for the Rain God Tlaloc.

That world-destroying giant snake had become his companion, and he had lost all chance of returning to New York to be a superstar journalist.

As a journalist, he understood America far too well. If he actually went back with this snake, the outcome was predetermined: either he would surrender peacefully and become a lab toy alongside the giant snake, or he would fight to the death and still become a lab toy alongside the giant snake.

Since the ending was the same regardless, why shouldn't he just run away as fast as he could?

His family was in New Mexico, mingling with some indigenous tribes. Recently, they had mentioned moving together to Arizona, as it was closer to the Apache Tribe in California and thus much safer.

Alex naturally knew the reason behind this newfound safety. After all, lately in California, aside from the news regarding the Priest and the Holy Maiden, the most prevalent rumors were about the return of the Mayan Gods.

That grand sacrificial ceremony had originally been almost entirely suppressed by the authorities. However, the moment the New York crisis erupted, information regarding the Indigenous Americans was once again exposed all over the internet.

At the very least, every indigenous tribe across the country now knew about the divine warriors and divine sacrifices occurring in Southern California.

During this period, the number of Indigenous Americans traveling from all over the country to border regions like California and Arizona was simply countless.

As a second-generation Indigenous American, Alex was naturally well-acquainted with such matters.

Aside from the giant snake before him, the only other thing Alex had any real grasp on was that specious dreamscape from a while ago. In that dream, he seemed to have had a conversation with Tlaloc, the Rain God. But the exchange had been so hazy and indistinct that he couldn't remember a single thing that was said.

Therefore, his only option was to head west. Starting from Florida, he would travel all the way west, crossing through Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, and New Mexico, until he finally reached Arizona.

That place was the current gathering hub for Indigenous Americans; it was the ultimate way out for their civilization.

Everyone saw new hope there. Gods were appearing, warriors were brave, and sacrifices yielded blessings. Perhaps the true hope for their people really lay in that direction.

At this thought, Alex suddenly felt a wave of confusion. He turned his head to look at the giant snake beside him and asked curiously, "Why do I keep feeling like something is calling out to me?"

Beside him, the black two-headed snake said nothing, yet it felt as if it had said everything. It simply flicked its tongue, watching him as he journeyed westward.

Along this road, an inexplicable presence was slowly drawing Alex's attention, continuously guiding him in this specific direction.

It was as if, somewhere in the unseen void, a voice was whispering to him, 'Go back! Go back! Return to your birthplace... go back to the place where you were born...'

It was as though he possessed a form of Spirit Vision, allowing him to see a peculiar jar that was alluring him closer.

But for some unknown reason, whenever he laid eyes on that jar in his vision, a streak of residual crimson flashed before his eyes, and a violent, overwhelming stench of blood ruthlessly drilled into his nostrils!

It felt as if this journey was not a simple homecoming, but rather a trail of death paved with terrifying slaughter!