The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 542

Destiny, these two words have been mentioned frequently by countless people.

When faced with helplessness in life, people will sigh at the fickleness of fate;
When encountering setbacks, one will lament the unfairness of fate;
When facing an unknown future, we will regard it as a kind of spiritual comfort and sustenance.

However, when these two words came out of Jesus' mouth, they seemed to be infused with a mysterious and powerful force and given a completely different weight.

The divinity of Jesus, as the Son of God in the Trinity, is unquestionable.

He has long been regarded as a symbol of light, representing holiness, love and salvation.

But few people know that Jesus also achieved unimaginable things in exploring and understanding the laws of destiny. He went a long way on this path and reached a height that is difficult for others to match.

Among the many gods, no other pantheon can surpass God in the profound and mysterious realm of fate.

His understanding and control of fate is like an invisible yet extremely powerful giant net. The countless tiny threads are closely tied to the development of all things in the world, and nothing can escape the coverage of this net.

He has the ability to predict many future events. Take David's invasion of heaven for example. To others, it seemed like a sudden crisis without any warning.

But in fact, all this was already anticipated by Jesus.

He is like a supreme ruler, standing firmly on the commanding heights of fate, overlooking all living beings and clearly observing the development and changes of every key node.

In his eyes, everything in the world is like a script that he has carefully written long ago. The actions of every character and the occurrence of every event are all under his control.

“@#￥#”

A string of vicious hellish curses spewed out from Mephisto's mouth viciously. The voice was low and full of strong resentment, as if it was an angry roar from deep within his heart, trying to vent all the dissatisfaction and anger accumulated in his heart.

Jesus completely ignored all this and remained calm and indifferent, with no expression on his face.

"When the Black Death Sword was first born..."

Jesus spoke slowly, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to those years full of terror and blood.

He recalled the horrific scene when the God of Symbiotes, Knull, held the Black Death Sword. At that time, wherever the Black Death Sword went, countless gods fell down, their blood dyed the sky red, and their wailing resounded throughout the universe.

It was a period of history that frightened all gods and became an eternal nightmare in their hearts.

Although Gnar was finally successfully sealed, the Black Death Sword has always been like the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the gods. It is their biggest worry and a constant threat to their rule and peace. It is like a bomb that may explode at any time, and no one knows when it will cause another disaster.

"God has prophesied that the Black Death Sword will descend upon Heaven."

Jesus continued, his voice steady but strong.

"So Heaven has been preparing for this day."

It turns out that Heaven already knew about the possible threat posed by the Black Death Sword, and had been quietly preparing in secret, formulating a series of countermeasures.

They have been waiting for this day to come.

"It's not Nar who's here, but a new host." Jesus narrowed his eyes slightly.
"David is very powerful, but he is incomparable to Nar."

Although David, holding the Black Death Sword, caused considerable trouble to Heaven, plunging Heaven into a brief period of chaos and crisis, there was still a clear gap in David's strength compared to that of Nar in the past.

As Mephisto listened to Jesus' story, shock and anger in his heart intertwined like a surging tide.

He never expected that Heaven had such a detailed plan long ago, and he had been kept in the dark and was played around like a fool.

He began to re-examine the situation before him, thinking quickly in his mind how to deal with various changes that might occur next, and looking for a way out that would be beneficial to him.

The three of them came to a waterfall together, and the magnificent scene instantly came into their sight.

Rather than calling it an ordinary waterfall, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a vast ocean falling from the sky.

The water flows majestically, like a wild horse running out of control, pouring down from a great height continuously, making a deafening roar, as if to drown the whole world in this endless noise.

"This is??"

Weiss's eyes widened, filled with shock and confusion, his face full of disbelief.

I quickly looked carefully and was shocked to find that this was not real water flow at all.

Each drop of substance that looks like a drop of water is actually the pure power of faith. They emit a soft yet powerful light, like bright stars.

Such a huge amount of power of faith is really unimaginable.

I don’t know how many long years of sedimentation and accumulation this has taken, and how many believers’ extremely pious dedication and prayers have been condensed into this.

These forces of faith seemed to have come to life, converging in the air to form this magnificent waterfall landscape, as if telling the world about the past glory and power of heaven, a history full of glory and sacredness.

Mephisto was also deeply moved by the shocking scene before him. He opened his mouth slightly, and a greedy glimmer flashed in his eyes, as if he saw endless treasures right before his eyes.

In hell, he knew very well the importance of the power of faith. If he could use such a huge power of faith, his strength would be improved immeasurably, and he might even dominate the entire hell.

But he also knew in his heart that this was the core area of heaven, and getting his hands on these precious powers of faith was harder than climbing to heaven.

Jesus stood quietly by, watching the reactions of the two men, a faint smile appearing on his face, that smile revealed a kind of confidence and composure.

"This is one of Heaven's foundations. For countless years, the faith of believers has continuously gathered here, providing Heaven with an inexhaustible source of power."

"Look." Jesus' voice was calm but powerful, attracting the attention of Mephisto and Weiss.

Weiss looked in the direction of Jesus' finger, and saw that beneath the majestic waterfall of the power of faith, there was a huge formation emitting soft light.

The patterns of the formation are complex and mysterious. Every line seems to contain endless power and constantly flashes with strange brilliance.

In the center of the formation, there is a dazzling crystal suspended. The crystal is transparent, yet it emits colorful light, as if all the colors in the world are condensed in it.

(End of this chapter)