Chapter 1703: Chapter 106: The Age of No Gods
The rumbling blood rain quickly fell, confirming the ancient prophecy.
“Duke, the blood moon is ominous, not to be touched lightly!”
Seeing Hudson step out the door, Afia hurriedly reminded him.
The profession of diviner is ranked among the most dangerous on the continent.
Besides consuming resources for cultivation, personal combat power is weak, and they also suffer from backlash of fate.
To live long, one must find a reliable thigh to cling to.
An old boss like Hudson, who has kept them for years without a single task, is not easy to find.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing more than the resentment left by a divine spirit, nothing serious!”
Though he spoke lightly, Hudson, strolling in the blood rain, still raised a magic shield. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel~fire~net
Feeling the resentment in the blood rain, Hudson knew something really happened to the gods.
What caused the fall of the gods, he couldn’t know, the only certainty is that chaos would soon erupt across the continent.
Those ancient relics whose lifespans are about to end will not give up any opportunity.
Whether the divine path predicted is true or false, everyone will fight to their death.
In such a context, not only are the strong of different races competitors, but even one’s own kind are rivals.
“Duke, I’ve informed you of the message, so I’ll be leaving now!”
As if remembering something, Afia turned and ran off right after speaking.
Witnessing this, Hudson’s mouth twitched.
Judging by the lifespan of Sanctuary powerhouses, he was still in a childish phase, lacking the urgency of life-and-death moments.
Diviners can predict the future, but Hudson doubted that the half-baked diviners under his command could find such a path to godhood.
Moreover, even if found, it is not something everyone can grasp. Without reaching the peak, getting involved is certain death.
Contrasting Hudson’s calmness and composure, the outside world was in an uproar.
After witnessing the blood rain, countless ancient relics ended their secluded practice.
Ancient texts related to myths became instantly hot commodities, seized by major powers.
The Alpha Kingdom was no exception. Hudson, who was skeptical, originally didn’t want to get involved, but eventually was dragged into it.
Royal Palace Conference Hall.
Many ancient relics, thought dead by the outside world for years, were now shocked out. Unless seen with one’s own eyes, no one would know so many strongmen were hidden within the kingdom.
Glancing at the many Sanctuary powerhouses present, Hudson directly took his seat.
Protagonist Caesar IV was slightly embarrassed, as his throne was usurped by his own ancestor, leaving him to stand aside.
Luckily, he was not the only unlucky one; many ministers’ seats were also taken by their ancestors.
Though seemingly incidental, Hudson understood this was setting the tone for the meeting.
Instinct told him that this was likely some trick played by Alpha the First.
The peak strong’s meeting could be held anywhere, there was no need to place it in the council chamber that symbolized royal power.
Choosing a different location, elders leading juniors to attend meetings, the seating arrangement would be unchallengeable.
“Everyone’s here, so let’s start the meeting.
The fall of the gods means the continent is entering chaos, and we need a plan for our kingdom’s future.
Does anyone have any ideas to share?”
As Alpha the First’s words landed, the atmosphere became instantly tense.
Seeing the delay in responses, Hudson also chose to remain silent.
Compared to these old fellows, he knew far too little. Many of the continent’s hidden secrets cannot be collected at will.
“Alpha, rumors are, after all, just rumors, no one can guarantee the prophecy’s truth.
The gods can fall, let alone the prophecy left behind by them.
Before confirming its truth, we best refrain from reckless actions. At least until the path to godhood appears, there’s no need to act hastily.
The youngsters have done well these recent years, so let them continue to do so while we old folks enjoy our twilight years!”
Ferweio’s words moved Caesar IV deeply. This was the kingdom’s pillar, unlike his ancestor, who was laser-focused on his throne.
“Alpha, Ferweio is right.
The more you do, the more mistakes; do nothing, have no mistakes.
Let others be the pioneers, let’s observe the situation first, joining at crucial moments.”
Phoenix chimed in agreement from the side.
Clearly, they truly didn’t want to stir things up.
The descent of the blood rain, the fall of the gods, indeed shook them.
What followed was caution. Everyone has heard of the prophecy, but the problem is that individual capability doesn’t permit it.
Within the same realm, Sanctuary powerhouses differ by their comprehended laws, forming a hierarchy.
Alpha the First, who cultivates the Royal Path Laws, is undoubtedly a strongman in the Sanctuary Second Order, a prime candidate for competition.
The other two had just entered the Sanctuary Second Order, their rule comprehension not deep, leaving their combat power fairly average.
The strong can join anytime, but with insufficient personal strength, timing becomes essential.
“You’re both overthinking!
With such a major event, strongmen from all races across the continent won’t sit idly. Once chaos starts, how can we remain unaffected?
Uncertain where the path to godhood will appear, claiming territories first can’t be wrong.
Chaos needs someone to ignite it, either we participate actively, or respond passively.
Reflecting on past continental wars, when has the kingdom remained unaffected?”