From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 127 Heading West, Back to My Birthplace
In the dark sky, a wisp of divine fire was slowly burning, but it was not just burning; it was gradually expanding and growing stronger.

Bai Yang placed a pot over the fire, simmering some strange things on it, which produced a slightly peculiar flavor.

Beside him, Alvin, dressed as a butler, was handing him piece after piece of "firewood," instructing him to throw them in one by one.

The fire is divine fire, the pot is divine power, and the firewood represents segments of history that are being changed.

From the Vatican, England, and France in the Old World to the holy city of Jerusalem, and from New York, Los Angeles, Illinois, and Miami in the New World, the people, things, stories, and spiritual existence of these places all became firewood in his hands, thrown into the divine fire, allowing them to grow and flourish little by little.

However, this action did not affect their conversation, and Alvin continued to report to Bai Yang on the progress of acquiring willpower during this period.

“Your Majesty, this kingdom is currently providing us with wish power, but without wish power relics and real temples, shrines, or statues as support, this wish power cannot be fully gathered unless you are willing to take out your divine essence, expose it to the world, and actively absorb it!”

Alvin said with some concern, "Most of this willpower will just be wasted. The limit we can draw from willpower right now is only enough for one city..."

He was talking about something very real, namely the nature of this waste.

If Bai Yang is willing to accept the divine power and inherit the divine status, then he can gather all these wishes and directly advance several levels, perhaps even reaching the intermediate level of divine power.

Now, however, they can only watch helplessly.
Bai Yang wasn't too surprised. He possessed divine power, which was something he knew. "It's alright, let it disperse, it doesn't matter!"

“These aspirations haven’t disappeared; they’ve simply diffused into the air. Just as we expected, they’ve been marked by God. If a church, priest, or clergy member is established, these aspirations will be absorbed!”

"Could this be called storing wish power?" Bai Yang said with a smile. "If a god from another realm were to come to this country, I could give him a huge surprise!"

Because he didn't have the desire to quickly become a god, Bai Yang didn't have such a high need for the upper limit of godhood. Instead, he was more immersed in the complete transformation of this world.

For him, the existence of gods was more like a part of building the integrity of the world than a goal that had to be achieved.

Hearing Bai Yang say this, Alvin stopped talking about it and instead brought up something else: "As per your orders, I went to explore the passage of that dimensional crystal wall. It has not yet been tainted by divinity, which means that the war of gods on the continent of Dylan is not over yet!"

Hearing this, Bai Yang looked up with interest. "Oh? So we still have time, right?"

“Theoretically speaking, that’s how it is. As long as no god discovers this passage, we can maintain our uniqueness and consistency. But if a god discovers this place, then…” Alvin replied.

"We must use swift and decisive action to annihilate them here, preserving the secrets of this place!" Bai Yang said. "We could even go further and invade their world!"

He has a big heart and many ideas, but he still needs to face reality.

Bai Yang's current power is actually not much different from that of a god, but there is still a lot of room for growth, so he is not in a hurry.

At this moment, the stew in the pot was finally cooked, emitting a strange light that shone before Bai Yang's eyes, bringing a smile to his face.

It was a golden headband, shimmering with golden light, slowly rising into the air.

“The Crown of Thorns, that is your name!” Bai Yang said softly. This was an item crafted by Christian faith and his divine power, and in a sense, it was a divine artifact.

This golden headband is engraved with Hebrew script, each letter carrying divine power, ultimately forming a very clear 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 this statement is very simple: it represents the Lord's walking on earth. However, it is now more than just words; it is also a fearless and undaunted reality.

"Your Majesty, this artifact costs 20 points of divine power and is comparable to a demigod's sacred object!" Alvin said. "Whom do you intend to give it to? A priest, a saint, a paladin, or a saint?"

“None of them!” Bai Yang replied after putting it into his sleeve. “None of these people will own it. The one who should truly own it is the Pope, but of course, not now!” Bai Yang still admired Mario very much. He was a reformer who was truly willing to change the Catholic Church, and it was good that he could seize the opportunity at this time.

This was prepared specifically for him.

It remains to be seen when the Pope will make up his mind; it will be a truly momentous occasion.

If he can't make up his mind, he will push for a new pope, one who can make his plans more successful!

But before that, let's go see those Native American tribes in the south!

Bai Yang watched Alex heading west and found it all quite amusing.

……

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

Through the link with the black serpent, he learned his identity: he was a remnant of the Aztec Empire's bloodline in this country, and of very high quality; otherwise, he wouldn't have been the vessel for the rain god Traloc.

The world-destroying serpent became his companion, and he lost his chance to return to New York and become a great reporter.

As a journalist, he knew America all too well. If he really took the snake back, he would either surrender and become a toy in the laboratory with the giant snake, or he would fight to the death and become a toy in the laboratory with the giant snake.

Since the outcome is going to be the same anyway, why doesn't he just run away?
His family lives in New Mexico, among some Native American tribes, and recently said they were going to move to Arizona because it's closer to the Apache tribe in California and would be safer.

Alex certainly knew the reason for the safety concerns; after all, in California recently, besides news of priests and saints, the most frequent news was about the return of the Mayan gods.

That grand sacrificial ceremony had been almost completely suppressed, but with the outbreak of the New York crisis, information about Native Americans on the internet was exposed once again.

At least the indigenous tribes across the country now know that there are spirit warriors and spirit priests in Southern California.

During this period, countless Native Americans from all over the country traveled to border areas like California and Arizona.

As a second-generation Indigenous person, Alex naturally knew a great deal about such matters.

Besides the giant serpent before him, the only other thing Alex might know was that ambiguous dream he had a while ago. In the dream, he seemed to have had a conversation with Traloc, the rain god, but the conversation was hazy and vague, and he couldn't remember what they talked about.

Therefore, he had no choice but to go west, traveling from Florida through Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, and New Mexico, eventually reaching Arizona.

That is where the Native Americans are now concentrated, and that is the final destination of this civilization.

Everyone saw new hope there: gods appeared, warriors were brave, and sacrifices were effective. Perhaps the hope of their race truly lay there.

Thinking about this, Alex suddenly felt a little puzzled. He turned to look at the large snake beside him and asked curiously, "Why do I always feel like something is calling me?"

Beside him, the black two-headed snake said nothing, yet it seemed to have said everything, flicking its tongue as it watched him head west.

Along this road, something inexplicable was slowly drawing Alex's attention and leading him further in this direction.

It was as if someone was telling him from the depths of his being, "Go back! Go back! Go to your birthplace, go to the place where you were born..."

He seemed to have "spiritual vision," able to see a special "jar" that was drawing him to it.

But for some reason, when he saw the jar, a flash of crimson appeared before his eyes, and the intense smell of blood kept wafting into his nose!
It's as if this journey wasn't a simple return, but a death trajectory filled with horrific carnage!

(End of this chapter)