The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1309 385: The Ancient Gods Are Dead, Long Live the New Gods

"The Ancient Gods are dead."

"Call me Colin."

That majestic yet calm voice was like an invisible giant hammer, shattering the idol named "Merk" in Jon's heart.

At first, he felt a sense of bewildered loss, as if the entire year's exploration had lost its meaning.

However, this loss did not last long and was soon replaced by a fervor that swept through his body.

The Ancient Gods are dead—

A new god must rise!

The boundless Void did not abandon the Gray Man but completed the transition of old and new in the dark ages, coalescing a new legend.

How fortunate he was!

He was the sole witness of this great moment!

As he was overwhelmed with excitement, the faint whisper in the void once again resonated clearly in his mind.

"What is your name?"

"Jon! My name is Jon."

Jon called out in his heart, his voice filled with joy, like a lost child finding their way home.

"My lord! Please forgive my rudeness! I was just... too excited! We have, indeed, gone too long without hearing your voice!"

The voice amidst the void responded to him again, with a hint of comfort and approval.

"Jon, that's a good name. You need not feel guilty; being lost is the setback all toddlers must experience. I'm glad that you all find your way home instead of getting lost in the bustling material world."

Jon's face flushed with excitement, momentarily at a loss for what to say. At that moment, the whisper from the void continued to echo in his mind.

"Let's leave the pleasantries here for now... Let me see where you have been."

"At your command, my lord!" Jon nodded excitedly, but soon rubbed his hands in embarrassment and continued, "Pardon your servant's ignorance, how should I guide you, so that your gaze reaches this lost land?"

"It's easy," Colin's voice came again, with a hint of guidance, "Let the Void's strength anchor onto an item that harbors your potent telekinesis. Remember, this item must be your most treasured possession."

The most treasured possession?

Jon subconsciously glanced around his decrepit and shabby room; apart from the scattered trash and a musty-smelling mattress, there was nothing else.

He scratched his head for a long time before finally extending a trembling hand to gently grasp the metal pendant on his chest, tied with a leather cord.

It was the only relic left by his father.

In this cold world, he already had no relatives.

By comparison, even the prophet Kael, who once stirred up great waves, was far more fortunate, at least having a brother he needed to protect with his life.

"What should I do?" Jon took a deep breath, prepared to sacrifice everything, responding to the voice from the void with unprecedented determination.

The newborn God watched him, the voice as light as feathers falling from the sky.

"Very simple, place it at the center of the Ritual Array. Then call my name, pray, and plead for my will to descend upon this land."

Is it just like this?

Jon was surprised in his heart but did not hesitate.

He gently removed the metal pendant from his chest tied with a leather cord and solemnly placed it at the center of the simple Magic Array on the ground.

He knelt on the ground, praying devoutly, calling the name of the Divine over and over, in a clumsy yet extremely sincere manner.

Pure Source Power began to gather.

As the prayer fell continuously, a strand of pale purple mist actually floated from the simple Magic Array he had drawn.

The mist, as if having life, slowly and gently merged into the metal pendant left by his father.

At this moment, the voice amidst the void, with a hint of curiosity, echoed in his mind once again.

"By the way, what is this item of yours?"

Jon was slightly taken aback, then respectfully replied.

"This is the Amulet my father gave me."

"Where is he?"

Hearing this question, Jon's head drooped slightly, and his voice carried a hint of sadness.

"He... has passed away, ten years ago, at the age of fifty, dying from an incurable gill disease."

The God fell into a long silence, seemingly mourning for this small soul.

After a long time, the voice came again, with a sigh of pity for the world.

"...Poor child."

In that long silence, the purple mist finally completely infused the pendant. The ordinary metal object underwent a slight mutation, its surface beginning to emit a faint glow, like a vividly alive eye.

"The ritual is complete, let us set aside the sorrowful past and continue the great endeavor."

The voice in the void regained its previous majesty, as if that moment of warmth was but an illusion of Jon bathing in divine grace.

"Now, open the door, go outside, let me see what the world has become since my predecessors left."

"Yes, my lord."

Jon respectfully received the command.

He slowly stood up, extending a thin yet strong hand, pushing open the rickety door made of rusted tin.

At the same time, on the other side of the Void Realm, in Colin Tower, the image in the Void Lens underwent a dramatic change following Jon's actions.

The formerly dark and narrow shabby room was replaced by a vast sky, and the ensuing radiance nearly stung the eyes of those staring directly at it.