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Chapter 196 - 170: Primordial Will and the Golden Age

Chapter 196: Chapter 170: Primordial Will and the Golden Age

The stars of the Celestial Kingdom followed their predetermined orbits, shining brilliantly, while the Country of Divines seemed so eternal among this sea of stars.

Kagawus saw his own race—the Three-eyed Ape People—had created the Ajia Kingdom, which was about to suffer a siege from the beastman kingdoms.

King Chenfeng allied with five kingdoms, vowing to eradicate this kingdom from the earth.

The Prophetic God was unwilling to sit idly by.

But bound by the covenant of the gods, He could not manifest a miracle to annihilate the beastmen’s armies and scatter them from the land nourished by rivers.

Flustered, Kagawus made a prophecy about the future of the next hundred years.

The power of prophecy gradually converged in Kagawus’s hands, forming visions that were at times clear and at other times blurry.

In Kagawus’s eyes, there first flashed horrifying scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, followed by numerous people standing atop bones, hailed as heroes to be long celebrated.

"Heroes gather in this war, human lives as fragile as wheat, but their names shall live forever!"

Among those heroes were both beastmen and Three-eyed Ape People, each with their own place.

When Kagawus saw this, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed to mean... his race would not be eradicated after all.

The power of prophecy coalesced into words, describing the trajectory of fate.

Then, the vision changed again, continuing to reveal events that would occur within the next hundred years.

Kagawus saw within the Celestial Kingdom, two stars flickering, on the verge of awakening.

"The gemstones from heaven will bring about deadly misfortune, the glory of the Mortal World will awaken two slumbering divine beings."

The stars, one showing a fierce crimson and the other a calm deep gray.

In the vast sea of stars, Kagawus was temporarily unable to discern what these two stars implied in terms of divine power.

The vision of the Celestial Kingdom slowly faded, and the power of prophecy began to construct the final image.

Kagawus gazed at the power of prophecy in his hands...

For some reason, the power of prophecy suddenly became sluggish, as if encountering some resistance.

Kagawus furrowed his brow, instinctively urging more power of prophecy.

Outside the Country of Divines, the Prophetic Star now radiated a strong light.

The power of prophecy in the palm of his hand grew more and more, breaking through layers of obstacles.

The image began to form,

Kagawus stared directly into it.

In the vision, there was nothing.

Only a deep, heavy darkness.

That darkness had no physical form, as if it had been silent for thousands of years.

Kagawus looked at the darkness, inexplicably feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp.

That darkness was ancient and lengthy, seeming once to have dominated everything in this world, its history even more ancient than light.

"Primordial... Will..."

This title surfaced in Kagawus’s mind.

He was one of the first stars to awaken, at that time, Divine King Shan En had revealed that apocalypse to Him.

The power of prophecy in Kagawus’s hands kept turning, straining to portray the future.

Only to see that profound, formless darkness momentarily flicker in the scene.

Then,

Kagawus’s eyes widened.

Inside the Celestial Kingdom, several pale stars appeared!

They began to deviate from their original orbits to orbit around that invisible Primordial Will.

These stars seemed... as if tainted by the Primordial Will, marked with ancient imprints.

When the power of prophecy reached this point, it could no longer hold, and the scene instantly collapsed, unable to coalesce into any words.

Boom!

Suddenly, a tearing sound came from the Prophetic Statue.

Kagawus suddenly looked up and saw an additional crack on the Prophetic Statue.

Heart-wrenching pain instantly dominated Kagawus.

Kagawus fell to the ground, he clenched his teeth tightly, hardly making a sound.

At last, he gasped painfully and forcibly stood up from the ground.

Kagawus gazed toward the temple of the Thunder God.

"Shan En,

the doomsday... might reappear."

The Golden Age of the Gods,

perhaps...

was about to usher in an unprecedented twilight.

After an entire month, Noen and his companions finally crossed the grasslands.

Standing on a tall slope, they could faintly see the land nourished by the rivers.

And now, Noen and Xilan were to part ways with the other two groups of troops.

"Go, go inside the walls of Ajia, hide in the houses."

Shanon looked at the two, clad in armor and appearing spirited,

"Our heroes will restrain their soldiers, as long as you don’t step out of the houses, you will not provoke slaughter."

Despite the lack of pleasantries in Shanon’s words, Noen could tell that the advice from this group was sincere.

His ponytail swung in the wind, warding off the mosquitoes around him.

And in Shanon’s words, there was not much exaggeration.

The Beastmen who served Dragon God Endora had their own heroic traditions.

Harboring innate honor, they revered fair and square duels and combat, thus idolizing the strong in war.

At the same time, they despised unjust battles and more so, despised contemptible villains.

They viewed war as a noble’s reward, hence in the Beastmen’s wars, only the strong and the Nobles were eligible to fight and become heroes, and even receive rewards from Dragon God Endora.

Hence, although the fighting Beastmen were barbaric, they were also brave and skilled in battle; though reckless, they were also of high moral character.

And the lower-class slaves among the Beastmen, often held roles in logistics and support during wars, rarely appearing on the battlefield.

This was partly because the Beastmen saw war as a sacred sacrifice, and partly due to their collective backwardness in smithing and their cumbersome and loose tribal structure, often making it hard to provide sufficient weapons for the war.

"Shanon, may the Gods protect you."

Noen said.

His companion, Xilan, also offered his blessings.

The two were to part ways here; they headed towards Ajia, while this troop would join King Chenfeng’s army, to become everlasting war heroes.

Shanon nodded.

Over the month’s journey, time had smoothed the relations between him and Noen.

On certain nights, this reckless troop even became captivated by the histories narrated by Noen, filled with insatiable curiosity.

"By the way, if you meet a hero named Baird,

tell him our king greatly appreciates him, and I intend to challenge him in the future."

Shanon said this as they were about to part ways.

Noen took this to heart.

Although there was the possibility of others with the same name,

the Baird mentioned by Shanon was likely the Baird he knew.

Apparently, Baird... had already been involved in this war and had carved out a formidable reputation.

"Noen, and Xilan, this is goodbye."

Saying this, Shanon drew his longsword from his waist, turned around swiftly, his ponytail slapping against his backside, kicking up a cloud of dust, and he rode away gallantly.

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