Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 403 "The Divination of the Sun, Moon, Destiny, and Fate"

After the police arrived, Smith said a few words, and the police began to cordon off the area.

The banquet thus came to an end.

After the guests left, Smith grabbed Robert, who seemed a bit lost in thought, and pulled him aside, cautiously glancing around.

She then turned back, staring intently at Robert, and said, "Robert, something's not right. Are you hiding something from me?"

Damian was acting strangely. The maid's bizarre suicide cultivation seemed odd, but other possibilities weren't out of the question.

But Robert's behavior seemed to suggest that there was an even bigger problem.

He definitely knows something!
Robert opened his mouth, somewhat speechless.

Should he tell his boss that Damian is not his biological child and was adopted from the hospital?

He didn't want to tell anyone this secret.

As for Damian's strange behavior, Robert thought it was probably just that the child was being childish.

After all, he's only five years old.

It's normal not to know what fear is.

Finally, under Smith's intense gaze, Robert offered a brief explanation: "That kid has always been bold and not afraid of these things. I'm worried that he might actively seek out these things in the future. You know, a father is always a little worried about these kinds of things."

He cleverly attributed it to his father's love.

Upon hearing this, Smith's expression softened. "I think you're overthinking it. After all, the child is only five years old. Who knows what he will do in the future?"

“But you should work overtime,” Smith said with a smile, patting Robert on the shoulder.

Robert gave a wry smile.

This kind of event, which might be related to cults or something similar, especially since it happened in his home and was related to his work, naturally meant he had to work overtime.

"I'll go and spend some time with Catherine, and then I'll deal with it after lunch."

"Okay, whatever. I'm going back now. The 9/11 attacks have blown up too much. Some people actually want to use this opportunity to take over the Bureau's power. Heh." Smith sneered.

The Authority has too much power, and many people are watching it. They wouldn't have had much of a chance otherwise, but Smith's previous big mistake gave them an opportunity, and now they're using 9/11 as an excuse to cause trouble.

"Get this done quickly, come help me."

"Ah."

Smith drove away, and only after seeing his arrival did Robert breathe a sigh of relief and head towards the villa.

just.

The vehicle didn't go far; instead, it stopped on a higher slope. Smith looked at Robert's villa with a cold expression, his eyes flashing with suspicion.

Subsequently.

He made a phone call.

"Yes, compile information about Robert's recent whereabouts and his son for me, the sooner the better."

Snapped.

The phone hangs up.

Smith sighed.

"I hope you're really okay."

The voice was weak, but it carried no hope.

Having been in this line of work for so long, his intuition was warning him that Robert was definitely hiding something, that what he had just said was just an excuse, and that the boy was strange, very strange!
"This position is really too hot; I need to step down and participate in politics as soon as possible."

……

night.

Inside Robert's villa.

After putting the child to sleep, Catherine returned to her room, exhausted. This was something the maid was supposed to do, but what had happened that day had frightened Catherine, and as a mother, she wanted to put the child to sleep herself.

just.

She just left.

A large black dog and Mary Sue appeared in front of Damian's door and continued their eerie prayer.

Accompanied by prayers.

Damian, lying on the bed with his eyes open staring at the ceiling, gradually emitted wisps of black mist from his body, which then vanished into the void.

Throughout the United States, and indeed in other countries, a trace of spiritual power began to rise in various places.

And the source of these spiritual powers is precisely those who died because of their pursuit of perfection.

These mists are omnipresent and go everywhere. No matter where they are, they will suddenly appear and, like the Grim Reaper, wield their scythe to harvest the souls that have neither gone to heaven nor hell, but are instead trapped in place.

Then he took it back to Damian and merged it with him.

And at the same time.

Back in her room, Catherine suddenly felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom.

……

Just as some changes were about to occur within the Administration.

Louis, who had been guarding the gates of hell for so long, also made new achievements and discoveries.

Orlando, the dojo.

The sky is ablaze with starlight, the sun and moon shine brightly, and all the stars are watching.

Louis sat in the chariot of the sun god, with a panorama of stars before him, their movements seemingly revealing something to him.

next second.

All the strange phenomena disappeared.

Only in Louis's eyes did a blue pentagram pattern appear, shining brightly and radiating a soft light. At this moment, his gaze was rational and calm, as if everything was calm and unhurried.

It has a rather detached, contemplative air about watching the clouds drift by.

"Gathering the destiny of the sun and moon, and the laws of all stars, we change times and shift the world, gazing across a thousand mountains."

"The divination of the sun, moon, and natal chart".

"From now on, I will no longer be afraid of being plotted against."

Louis murmured to himself.

Indeed, "The Divination of the Sun, Moon, Destiny, and Stars" is a divination method he developed during this period by expending a great deal of divine power, studying various secret manuals from the East and West, and combining them with his own characteristics.

It is somewhat similar to Zi Wei Dou Shu, but it relies more on the Sun and Moon stars. This is mainly because Louis is favored by the Sun and Moon stars in this world. He is a star-destined person and naturally has an advantage, which is enough to achieve twice the result with half the effort. So naturally, he should develop in this direction.

This divination technique isn't particularly high-level; it's only better than the divination methods used by ordinary people, making it a mid-to-low-tier divination technique in the cultivation world.

This is already quite good, after all, Louis was the founder and had a complete understanding and full application of this art of divination.

In addition, given Louis's status as a Star Destiny, this art of divination is capable of reaching the pinnacle of divination in this world.

"Unfortunately, this thing is far too complicated. If I push it any further, my cultivation and knowledge reserves will not be enough."

He shook his head, not taking it to heart. After all, he created this art of divination himself, and he could improve it later when he had more cultivation and found new theoretical books.

Now... "Perfect timing, let's try something challenging."

Louis didn't use divination tools like divination cups or tortoise shells. Instead, he directly channeled his magic power into his eyes, and a pale blue phantom instantly appeared in his eyes, condensing into a pentagram.

The myriad stars within them shift and change constantly, like the innumerable digits of pi.

The two most prominent stars, as if responding to Louis's call, shone brightly at that moment.

hum! !

In the present world, in the universe.

The sun and moon, which were originally moving peacefully, suddenly moved and trembled slightly, causing changes in the tides on Earth.

Louis's eyes glazed over.

Scenes began to appear before my eyes.

A treasure of destiny, a material for refining weapons, suitable for pairing with Lakshmi's womb, and possessing considerable potential...

Each request was pushed up like a weight, and then big data screening began.

Countless things flowed past his eyes, like a data stream composed of 0s and 1s. Some of them he recognized, but most were completely unfamiliar and had strange appearances.

Louis had reason to suspect that this involved even extraterrestrial opportunities!

This art of divination, which focuses on a single star and possesses limitless potential, has this ability.

After a while.

Louis slowly closed his eyes, using his magic to soothe them.

The secrets of heaven are always mysterious and unpredictable, and the pressure of stealing them is naturally immense. For example, right now, with Louis's current physical condition, his eyes are actually feeling a bit dry, and he has a faint urge to tear up from overuse of his eyes.

However, none of this bothered Louis at all; his face was full of smiles and satisfaction.

"There are 372 types that meet the requirements. Excluding those from other planets, there are only 32 types left. The closest to me, with the best materials that are easiest to obtain... is in Hell?"

"Indeed, just as I expected."

"Let me see... Hmm... The rolling river... It's black, gray, red, yellow, and purple... It's full of death."

"Hiss! The Underworld?"

As a hell that integrates most of the pantheon's underworld characters, it is crisscrossed by rivers such as the River of the Dead, the River Styx, and the River of the Three Crossings.

In fact, they have all converged and become the largest and most terrifying river of death in Hell. Ordinary demons dare not touch the surface of the river. Only the great demons can barely set foot in it, but they dare not go deep into it, let alone forcibly cross the river.

This thing is very supermodel-like.

Louis learned all of this by attaching his divine sense to the Dao soldiers these past few days, and he absolutely guarantees its authenticity and reliability. After all, this is soul searching, and there's no way to hide anything, unless what they know is wrong in the first place.

"I never imagined that the water from these dead rivers would be the best ingredient for refining treasures of destiny?"

"What a coincidence."

Louis's mind raced, and the many soldiers still in Hell received orders to follow a map drawn in recent days and head in the right direction.

In recent days, they have found a tributary, but the river is so terrifying that it even breeds some strange creatures, making it extremely dangerous. So they have only marked it and have not conducted a large-scale exploration.

Now that Louis the God has given the order, they naturally changed their itinerary.

However, Louis did not simply issue orders. Considering their combined strength, it was a pipe dream for them to collect the river water on their own, so he offered them a little help.

After issuing the command.

Louis shut down the Sun, Moon, Fate, and Divination system, leaving only its function of obscuring the secrets of heaven, and then let out a breath.

"The results in actual combat are quite good, but how about we try to calculate the numbers for those guys?"

Those guys were, of course, referring to some of Louis's enemies and targets in Hell.

For example, his nemesis, Valak, is an old friend. He has repeatedly come to the mortal world only to be ridiculously defeated. The last time he did manage to come with some force, living up to his name as a demon god.

Targets: The unknown demon king who plotted against him, and the greedy demon king Mammon, whom he always regarded as his imaginary enemy, are the two biggest targets.

With the blessing of the stars favored by the sun and moon, we might actually be able to find something.

But Louis quickly abandoned the idea.

Too reckless.

His primary motivation for creating this art of divination was self-preservation, to avoid being outmaneuvered without even realizing it; everything else was secondary.

Therefore, there is absolutely no need to expose it now.

Having figured this out, Louis condensed this art of divination into twelve chapters, intending to pass it on to suitable disciples in the future.

After all, this is the best spell he has ever created.

It's worth commemorating.

Having done all this, Louis turned his attention back to hell.

In hell, a large number of people are heading towards that tiny tributary.

As Louis watched, a faint blue glint appeared in his eyes, as he subtly calculated something.

Because the Taoist soldiers inside are not ordinary people, they are very fast.

So very quickly.

A group of Wuchang Taoist soldiers arrived first, but instead of rushing into the water, they began to inspect the tributary while waiting for the other teams to follow.

A mad general looked at the river with a troubled expression. Just standing here, it already felt short of breath, and its soul felt as if it were being drawn into the whirlpool.

The ordinary Five Witches soldiers, who were inferior to it, were even more pathetic, already staggering forward.

Chang Jiang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Everyone, retreat one thousand meters!"

Wow!
The team made a wise decision.

Soon, several other teams arrived, including three leaders from the human believer army.

The leaders began to meet.

Khorne, who held the most power and was most trusted by Louis, controlling the entire army of beastmen, lay on the ground, his body upright, his blood-red eyes surveying the people around him, exuding an imposing aura without anger, and even carrying a strong smell of blood.

The leaders of the Five Wrathful Soldiers, who divided and conquered, cooperated and complemented each other, were now squatting together as a whole.

The three leaders of the weakest but most responsible of the believers' army—Father Cotton, the exorcist; Tommy, the Apocalypse Warrior; and Jack, the bishop of the Church of Apocalypse—are gathered together at this moment. As for John Wick, Tommy's successor in this regard, he is not qualified to come at the moment.

The three legion leaders looked at each other, without much talk or wasting time.

They got straight to the point and began discussing that deadly tributary.

As all the mystical military forces currently under Louis's command, it is impossible for them to be completely harmonious with each other; this is human nature and cannot be changed.

However, for various reasons, they were loyal to Louis, and thus were able to cooperate sincerely and decisively in the face of Louis's orders.

"The Death Tribe cannot be contacted unless one reaches the level of a Grand Demon; none of us can do it individually."

“These aren’t the problems. My master gave me the means to collect the river water. The problem is the monsters inside. They have a life force, so we can’t collect it,” Khorne said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps you could pump out some of the river water and release it onto land for filtration, so we can deal with the monsters."

"Okay, I agree."

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)