Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 612 - 337: Meeting_2

"I really want to see what the Netherworld of the future will look like!" Arthur couldn't help but exclaim after only hearing a few words from Lu Yu; his mind had sketched out a brand new world, so grand and magical, filled with allure.

"You will see it, if you wish I can prepare a Divine Position for you in the Netherworld," Lu Yu said with a smile, as if what he was offering was not a precious Divine Spirit position, but just an ordinary chair.

Arthur suddenly opened his mouth wide, Lu Yu's casual remark had set off a myriad of thoughts in his heart. Compared to the distant and unattainable position of a king, the Divine Position Lu Yu mentioned seemed easily attainable, but it inevitably brought to mind everything he had seen and heard recently.

The beggars struggling for life in the mud, the homeless refugees wandering the streets, the innocent people wantonly slaughtered by bandits, and the women and children who, ridiculed by the nobility, dared not express their anger, these scenes echoed endlessly in his mind, leaving him with an indescribable feeling of distress.

It seemed he could hear his own words once more: a king is born from the people; without people, there would be no king. His gaze hardened, and turning to Lu Yu, he smiled and said, "I'm afraid I can't do it; there are still things I have not finished in this world."

His words were decisive, his eyes clear, Lu Yu saw in him a will, a belief, strong enough to turn the world upside down, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

"To have such a heart and such thoughts, even in the face of hardships and dangers, you will definitely succeed. If you ever encounter difficulties in the future, feel free to seek me out in the Netherworld. Besides, do you think the Divine Position is just there for the taking? The Netherworld needs to reach a certain level before a second Divine Position appears, and by then, you are likely to be an old man with white hair," Lu Yu said, laughing.

This statement made Arthur start, but he soon broke into a wry smile, realizing that Lu Yu's words had rekindled his resolve, restored his confidence, and boosted his motivation. This was his greatest gain from this encounter.

"I wonder what kind of Divine Position will appear in the Netherworld in the future?" Arthur was very interested in these secrets about Divine Spirits; after all, having grown up in a world full of Divine Spirits, information about them always captivated them.

Lu Yu thought for a moment and said, "If all goes well, it should be a Divine Position of fair judgment."

As the two of them walked and talked, they soon reached the banks of the Nether River, where the river was pure and carried the scent of death. Arthur gazed into the black waters, feeling the powerful Power of Death hidden within, and murmured to himself, "Is this the Nether River?"

Lu Yu smiled and nodded, "Yes, this is the Nether River. In the future, the Lost Souls burdened with heavy sins will immerse themselves in these waters to cleanse their sins."

As soon as the words fell, Arthur felt a force from behind, causing him to involuntarily lean forward and fall into the cold waters of the Nether River.

The icy water of the Nether River engulfed him instantly; no matter how hard he struggled, he could not surface. It seemed as though some force was continuously pulling him toward the river bottom.

After the initial panic, Arthur quickly calmed down. He believed that Mr. Lu would not harm him, for if such a being wished to kill him, there were plenty of ways to do so without bringing him to the river's edge to act.

Then he pleasantly discovered that his soul's power seemed to be strengthening, and from the depths of his soul, a very warm feeling emerged, with black aura continually emanating from his body and blending into the Nether River.

"Sin!" For some reason, this term surfaced in Arthur's mind. He knew his soul was being cleansed, and suddenly, a wave of fatigue overwhelmed him, his eyelids grew heavy, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

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At that moment, Arthur felt as though he had returned to the womb, transformed back into an infant, and the surroundings gave him a very secure feeling, thus he slept very comfortably.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself resting on the desk, with piles of documents on one side while a red sun was slowly rising outside the window; day had unknowingly broken.

"Was it a dream?" Arthur muttered, somewhat perplexed. However, every scene was vivid in his memory, with not a trace of falsehood.

Paying attention to the changes in his body, Arthur was delighted to discover that his soul exuded a clear aura, the previous soul fatigue due to a significant enhancement in physical strength had completely disappeared, and his whole body felt refreshed—a sensation Arthur had not experienced in a long time.

He could not help but stretch lazily. His bones crackled, and he had never felt so good before. However, more than the enhancement of his strength, he was thrilled about the news of Xiao Bai ascending to the Divine Spirit of Death. From then on, he had a powerful Divine Spirit standing behind him, more reliable than the Old Monk given his relationship with Xiao Bai.

Reinvigorated, he left his room and began his usual morning training—it was his habit to maintain his combat capabilities, and he never missed a day, rain or shine.

The Old Monk passed through the training yard and caught sight of Arthur standing in the middle, sweating profusely. A gleam of surprise flashed through his eyes as he noticed the transformation in Arthur. Previously, because of the sudden gain in power, there had been a mismatch between Arthur's soul and body, making his movements awkward.

Today, that awkwardness had disappeared, and every move he made was natural and harmonious, clearly indicating a heightened control over his body.

He could not help but ask in astonishment, "My Lord, what great fortune did you come upon to have enhanced your strength so significantly?"

Arthur, receiving a towel from a maid and wiping the sweat off his body, replied with a smile, "Last night, I met with an elder, received some benefits, and gained an ally as well."

The Old Monk's interest piqued instantly. Anyone Arthur referred to as an elder must be someone who delighted his heart, and anyone he called an ally had to be significant, especially now that Arthur was not like before, and ordinary forces could hardly align with him.

"I wonder if you could share more about it."

Arthur looked at the Old Monk and burst out laughing. He found it hard to imagine that the always serious and stern Old Monk would one day show such curiosity.

"There's no harm in saying it; the Grim Reaper who ascended to the Divine Position some days ago is a friend of mine."

The Old Monk's face brightened with joy. He clearly remembered the recent events—the spectacle of the new Grim Reaper ascending to the Divine Position was extraordinary, especially the appearance of the Power of Death that reminded him of one of the enemies from beyond the skies; however, this mysterious Grim Reaper managed to purify his power, successfully overcoming the Curse to ascend, which clearly demonstrated formidable strength.

"That's wonderful news! So many people in the world are speculating about the new Grim Reaper's identity; to think it turned out to be my Lord's good friend. You really keep your cards close to your chest," the Old Monk exclaimed with a chuckle.

Indeed, such a formidable existence must be someone who has practiced for many years, and it was miraculous that Arthur managed to befriend him.

Arthur just smiled and did not say much more. After all, if he disclosed that Xiao Bai was actually not very old, it would probably be a blow to the Old Monk who had spent many years cultivating and whose efforts were still not comparable to a young creature less than a year old.

From that day forward, the people of the territory were surprised to find that stories about the newly risen Grim Reaper started circulating in the city since everyone inevitably faced death, and as the one who governed death, gaining the faith of the masses was easy, leading to a growing number of devout followers of the Grim Reaper in the city within a short time.