Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 333 Pilgrimage to the Sacred Mountain, Thunder Resounds Throughout the World

Early in the morning, a cold, milky mist hung in the air. A caravan carrying goods rolled across the tundra, leaving deep ruts on the wheels. A handsome young human man, dressed in strange clothes, sat cross-legged on the carriage shaft and called over a goblin guide to ask him a question.

"There aren't any swamps or muddy areas along the way, are there?"

"Don't worry, my dear patron. We know the North like the back of our hand. We could walk around it with our eyes closed. We're known as living maps."

"Alright, once we find that divine being, I'll reward you with another pound of gold."

The goblin guide and his companions, with a shy yet overwhelming joy, chuckled and ran back and forth, scouting the road ahead and urging the dwarf companions to crack their whips and drive the moose.

The caravan owner climbed into a spacious carriage, which was richly and comfortably decorated. Six or seven beautiful servants were at his service, while a handsome sun elf looked up from behind a desk with an inquiring gaze.

"Master Alias ​​Dawn and Dusk." The caravan owner nodded and bowed, expressing his utmost respect and patience to this legendary, wild magic swordsman from the native world. He satisfied the other party with the most generous treatment and also chatted happily with him based on his own knowledge and experience.

The effort and cost of the disaster coins were considerable, but it finally touched the heart of this legendary strongman, Fang Muyu. Fang Muyu felt that he had gotten a great deal, and at least he no longer needed to worry about his personal safety in the dungeon.

He consulted the Elven Legends about local powerhouses, inquiring which ones resided in the Northern Territory and might ascend to godhood. If he could confirm the identity of the nameless, godlike being, his attempt to curry favor with him would then have a clearer purpose.

“I’m not sure.” The sun elf put down his wine cup and mentioned some ancient heroes of the North. “Breaking through the limitations of natural lifespan, many reclusive powerhouses may have lived from the time when they left behind their epics to today. But the terrifying majesty of yesterday is something I have never personally experienced in the past seven hundred years.”

He then spoke of some powerful magical creatures, saying that those who could ascend to the highest positions were not necessarily humanoid species, but could also be these long-lived and terrifyingly powerful wild beings.

“It’s mysterious.” [Fang Muyu] frowned in distress. “Anyway, as long as that person isn’t from the Chaos faction, there’s still room for maneuver.”

He suddenly smiled and asked, "Is it possible for you, Lord Chenmu, to go even further? Perhaps you have that potential."

“Me?” The sun elf pointed to himself, shaking his head and drinking. “There’s no comparison. I can’t even see a glimpse of the path to godhood. How can the gap between mortals and godlike power be bridged step by step?”

As they were talking, the goblin guide's hesitant greeting came from outside the carriage.

[Fang Muyu] peeked out and asked, "What happened?"

As the caravan was about to pass through the fog, the scouts they had sent out brought back a bizarre report: "A mountain has suddenly appeared ahead! This is very strange. Our caravan has been traveling this route for almost twenty years and has never seen this desolate mountain before..."

The goblin guide rambled on and on. [Fangmuyu] looked ahead and saw the curtain of mist being torn apart by the cold wind. A majestic peak suddenly appeared in the depths of the flat tundra ahead, bare and without any vegetation. Its imposing outline shone brightly in the morning light.

"What was that place originally?" [Fang Muyu] already had a vague guess in her mind, but she didn't dare to confirm it.

"An autumn pasture for a group of nomadic orcs! We've known these barbarians for ages, every year around this time..."

The caravan stopped at the orc tribe's temporary camp. The goblins in the caravan were astonished by the heavy casualties they had suffered and remained silent.

Fang Muyu pursed her lips, instructed the steward to bring out some medicine, and bought the injured cattle and sheep at a premium, slaughtering and cooking them on the spot to reward the team.

The legendary swordsman of the Sun Elf stepped out of the carriage, gazed at the elaborately dressed tribal warriors, and whispered, "Look, they recently held a sacrifice. See those babies with their faces painted with oil paint; that's a special decoration to signify divine blessing."

"It seems that His Majesty doesn't eat children," [Fang Muyu] joked.

"Shh. Don't talk nonsense." Alia Chenmu frowned. "He might be able to hear you."

"It's okay, we're all brothers." [Fang Muyu] remained nonchalant.

“Young son of humanity, I admire your courage in defying divine authority. However, your disrespectful attitude will do you harm. If you are determined to complete the pilgrimage, then refrain from uttering any more disrespectful words.”

[Fang Muyu] waved her hand, took off running up the mountain like a wild monkey.

The legendary swordsman, his face dark, moved with the speed of a long, narrow shadow, trailing behind his employer, and said in a low voice, "Stop fooling around."

“I’m not joking, Lord Chenmu. I really do know that person. You can rest assured.” “You’ve seen Him?”

"No."

"Um?!"

A Liao Chenmu's heart was in his throat. He tried several times to hold down this impetuous human brat, but Fang Muyu ran so fast that he reached the summit in less than half a minute. Before he could back down, he had inadvertently come face to face with the only god-like being in this world.

Even with his back to the morning light, the tall monk's face was still clearly visible in the radiant glow.

He met people's gaze with his extraordinary eyes, and even the legendary magic swordsman, renowned throughout many kingdoms and famous for centuries, could not help but lower his head and dare not look directly into the ancient saint's pupils that reflected all things.

"Your Majesty, please forgive our unauthorized intrusion."

As soon as A Liao Chenmu opened his mouth, he heard [Fang Muyu] chuckle and greet him in a foreign language.

"Boss, my dearest boss, please help me out!"

His forehead veins bulged, and then he heard the godlike power respond with a laugh.

"Let's encourage each other. You're welcome to visit, but I'm just stopping by temporarily. Come to the [Sanctuary] when you have time." The mage switched back to the local Elven language. "You're welcome too, friend."

Throughout his long life, Alyo Chenmu rarely felt this kind of overwhelming sense of gratitude.

"Looking for allies, boss. I don't need a single extra kill experience."

Lin Bo accepted the leader's certificate handed to him and chose to ally with the [Heavenly Melody] faction. This player from the cross-network was a bard, so the title was quite fitting.

[Fang Muyu] took the opportunity to glance at the information of the allied faction, and shouted with wide eyes: "20,000 people and an army of 19,000? Biological weapons! And aren't there too many hostile factions... How come all the Chaos factions are at war with the big boss?"

"It will decrease soon."

Lin Bo sat silently for the entire night before discovering Yuan Ci's true name. Now, as the sun rises, it is another new day of autumn in the Northern Territory. The calamity that has spread throughout the world is intensifying, with new demons being reborn every minute and every second, throwing themselves into slaughter and plunder.

If he hadn't cleared out the enemy's lair in the surface world beforehand, the situation would be one of widespread displacement and scorched earth.

"Boss, just say the word, what do you need us to do?" [Fang Muyu] patted his chest.

"Please sit down and wait a moment." The monk pointed to the bare ground, where the soil rose up and solidified into stone benches and chairs, and the two guests sat down obediently.

Lin Bo stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky, and murmured two ancient sacred names in his soul.

He closed his eyes, sensing the vast magnetic field that spread throughout the planet.

The Lv15 class's multiple Word Power trait allows the power of resonance to reach its limit. The connection between the original name and all things is deep and clear. He can listen to all things through the forms of all things and reconstruct the senses such as sight, hearing, and touch in his mind.

At this moment, the monk embraced the planet's magnetic field with his mind, and everything in the world had nowhere to hide in his eyes.

The power of mantras and magic can influence the magnetic field.

A powerful charge gathers in the air.

From one polar region to another, pale lightning intertwines with illusory magnetic lines, and the diffused arcs of light stretch for 40,000 miles, like the Milky Way stretching across the sky, occupying every part of the heavens above all living beings.

The world is thundering!

(End of this chapter)