Osher Reed’s appearance in the divine realm was both unexpected and reasonable.
At first, Julius Reed deduced that the people of the Dusty Platform wanted to use the divine realm to kill him.
Fortunately, with the three primordial beasts on his side, Julius Reed didn’t have to face the divine realm’s attacks.
Osher Reed’s appearance might have been to seize the body.
However, with the help of the Green Snake, Julius Reed completely eradicated Osher Reed within the divine realm.
This artificially created personality was extinguished at the very place of its origin.
Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.
Five thousand years later, due to a mishap, the seemingly immortal Osher Reed turned into nothingness within the divine realm.
But what was with the sound of footsteps reappearing?
Had the divine realm beco a public restroom?
Could anyone just waltz in?
Even going to a public restroom now requires scanning a health code; it’s not as convenient as the divine realm, is it?
Julius Reed quickened his pace, heading towards the direction of the footsteps.
But as he passed through a golden mist, he was utterly stunned.
Standing before him were people identical to himself!
Could it be that Osher Reed wasn’t dead?
Had he resurrected within the divine realm again?
Such a possibility was extrely slim.
Osher Reed couldn’t possibly still be alive.
The difference was that these duplicates of Julius Reed showed no emotion, very wooden.
They seed to be copying his appearance.
Bang!
Julius Reed threw a punch, and the figure before him shattered instantly.
This indicated there was no danger.
Moreover, those Julius Reeds showed no signs of attacking him.
They all lined up neatly, moving in a specific direction.
Julius Reed blended in and followed along.
The secrets of the divine realm went far beyond this.
This was probably the core existence of the shrine. Having managed to get in once, he had to take a good look and thoroughly investigate what exactly had happened here.
After walking for an unknown period, the primordial beasts obediently transford into tattoos, returning to Julius Reed’s body.
Dong!
Just then, a bell rang out.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
Motionless.
Before them, there seed to be a door.
Yet, it didn’t look like a door.
The divine realm was illusory; there was no physical entity here.
Anything could be conjured out of thin air.
Even each wisp of air could transform into any structure within the divine realm.
This was also why Osher Reed could freely appear anywhere.
Because he was inherently a part of the divine realm.
The bell tolled twice more.
Crack!
The barrier shattered instantly.
Soon, the crowd began to stir.
Everyone started walking inside.
In an empty area, a person stood.
The person wore a yellow robe, facing away from the crowd.
On both sides were many people.
However, these people didn’t look like Julius Reed; each had their own appearance.
After a long while.
A figure hurriedly arrived.
The figure knelt on the ground, with a devout expression.
"Greetings, Divine King."
This person was different from the others; he seed more like a true person.
Yet a true person couldn’t enter here, so the only explanation was that soone had entered the sa way as himself.
And hadn’t been killed.
So this person could only be one possibility.
Prophet!
No wonder, not everyone could beco a prophet.
Unless a prophet possessed certain characteristics, they would be killed the instant they entered the divine realm.
Yet Julius Reed looked again!
And noticed sothing strange!
This person seed off!
His figure was very ethereal.
Sowhat similar to a holographic projection outside.
Very different from himself and Osher Reed.
"You, have arrived."
A voice ca from all directions.
"Yes, God. I have arrived," the man said respectfully. "I felt the call of the God and ca here."
"You are very weak."
The voice ca again.
Sounding like a 360-degree surround sound system.
But Julius Reed knew that voice must have co from the man furthest away.
Also known as the Divine King by the prophet.
"Divine King, today I opened three pairs of Heavenly Eyes and received good news," the prophet lifted his head, his tone slightly excited. "The Green Snake and White Tiger have already erged! Moreover, today I eliminated the one who once sealed the shrine; your return to the mortal world is imminent."
"Good. You are excellent."
The voice still sounded chanical, but suddenly the speech sped up noticeably.
"Tiger, snake. Very well, we can continue to reign."
Throughout the scene, those people never turned around.
The prophet remained kneeling on the ground.
"God, you summoned here, do you have any commandnts?" he asked aloud.
"The shrine is facing a catastrophe," the voice appeared once more.
"Catastrophe?" The prophet exclaid: "Our greatest enemy is dead, and the two primordial beasts are about to return! What obstacle remains in this world?"
"The rat is out of control," the voice coldly said.
"Rat? The Red Rat? The Red Rat has been missing for a long ti, there has been no news. God, please enlighten ," the prophet pondered for a long ti, unable to understand what was happening.
The Red Rat ranks first among the twelve primordial beasts, not due to its strength, nor because it appeared early.
But because the Red Rat is intelligent and can discern all flaws.
Including the weaknesses of humans.
In front of the Red Rat, nothing is invulnerable.
"The Red Rat seeks to replace ." When this sentence was spoken, the person with his back to Julius Reed still showed no emotion. "Our balance, our contract, is about to be broken."
"The Red Rat plans to turn against us? Impossible! Our power is so strong, and we have always shown respect to the Red Rat. Its status is on par with yours. Why would the Red Rat do this? It makes no sense at all!"
The prophet was sowhat agitated.
This upended his thinking.
The shrine, the divine realm, all the primordial beasts were of one essence.
Gods and primordial beasts had always been helping each other, unlike the masters and servants outsiders imagined.
At tis, the primordial beasts even ranked above the gods.
It was just in external communications and utilizing humans that gods had a natural advantage, so the status of primordial beasts was gradually reduced.
Now the Divine King said the shrine faced a catastrophe?
And it’s coming from the Red Rat?
The prophet felt his head spinning.
"Is there any news of the Red Rat? Or shall I capture it!" he asked for instructions.
"Catastrophe is unavoidable. But the rat is not a concern. I have glimpsed Orson Martinez and learned of a solution. Find a woman with the extremity of yin body, and I can go out through this dium," the Divine King spoke.
"Orson Martinez, is he reliable?" The prophet was very concerned. "Without Julius Reed, Orson Martinez is not a concern. I can lead a team to eliminate him!"
"No! You know, I granted him immortal life; his body is my creation, including his thoughts and heart. I am fully aware of his intentions. Orson Martinez’s thod is feasible," the Divine King continued with his chanical speech: "It is worth trying."
"Good! As soon as I go out, I will imdiately search for the woman with the extremity of yin body."
The prophet stood up, but suddenly he was lifted into the air.
His entire body floated, constantly struggling!
"You must not doubt the God. Otherwise, death."
As soon as those words were spoken, the semi-transparent prophet fell back down.
His face showed panic.
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