The Great Worm Lich Chapter 558 - Born of A High Priest

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The ancient god was born mystical. When the 'world' was first formed, it was empty and lonely, so perhaps this was why god was born inexplicably due to some mysterious reasons.

He was born with unlimited power, since he was an inherent extraordinary existence, entirely unlike those who acquired and raised their ability to the limit of the mortals and then transformed by chance. He was also unlike those common gods who inherited extraordinary power by chance before relying on setting up a new religion to confuse the sentient beings to absorb their power of faith so they could maintain and enhance their strengths. It seemed as though the mortals' ignorance had forcefully group these two together, but in actual fact, they were firmly related to each other.

In ancient times, those who had the opportunity to gain the power of faith were all descendants of the old god.

Believing in the name of their ancestors, they grazed tens of thousands of believers and were more potent than the mortal because of the extraordinary bloodlines they inherited. The lucky ones naturally evolved into gods, so because of this, those original common gods were born from the bloodline of the ancient god.

It was only until the cataclysm took place that the ancient god and his descendants fell into eternal sleep. Among ordinary human beings, heroes began to emerge and lead human beings to fight against their destiny.

On these rough roads covered with thorns, the mortals struggled to move forward but had also evolved to become more wise and powerful. Eventually, the eminent ones stood out and obtained extraordinary power, either becoming the new gods or carving a different 'path' to become other great existences. The Taoist deities and the Buddhas on Earth were great examples of this.

Not discussing the methods of becoming 'other existences,' there were two most essential things in god's transformation. First, to gather enough power of faith; second, an understanding of oneself from the deepest part of one's heart.

Since the modern witchcraft practice no longer had the step of absorbing the power of faith, the cultivation that Zhang Lisheng first practiced was, in fact, essentially a different way to obtain extraordinary power.

It was not until he inadvertently spread his faith in the foreign world that he finally embarked on the path of becoming a god of the ancient god's descendants. In the end, after going through all the hardships and had a hairbreadth escape, he obtained the power of Ancient Goddess Nuwa and the Hellfire's god. The process was arduous and tortuous but the ending was near perfect. One must say that he was indeed lucky.

However, since the purpose of the young man's initial cultivation was to trace back his bloodline, it was always deeply ingrained in his subconscious that his power came from his ancestors. Although this idea was not wrong, a god's power actually came from faith. Before truly incarnating into an ancient god with completely no taboos, it would just be like putting an invisible heavy shackles on himself if he was unclear of the foundation of his own power.

Now that he had suddenly understood that the dead had died and that he was not a 'replica' of any god, that he was just inheriting and integrating the strengths of two ancient gods, of which more importantly, he had already become a new god that had developed his own unique abilities, Zhang Lisheng could not help but be fully enlightened. His soul stretched out to its limit while whispering praise and chants suddenly resonated in the air around his ears.

With ease and verve, the young man could not help but stretch out his hand to grab in the direction of the sound. He felt like his hands had seemed to have caught a solid curtain. Stunned, something flashed across his mind; as he was about to rip it apart with strength, the corner of his eyes suddenly caught sight of faith stones floating in the air from his bag beside him as brilliance revolved around them.

The young man's body stiffened instantly. After pondering for a while, he retracted his hand and laughed as he murmured, "I've made a breakthrough in my state of mind, but I've only gotten the power that I should have long gained. There's still one more step to go before I can become a true 'god.' If I try to rip apart the air and courses through the 'worlds,' I'd fall into a state so terrible that I'd wish myself dead if I became lost in it. Besides, wasting is not a good habit too…"

After that, he kept the faith stones in his backpack, and right at this moment, a series of sweet-sounding ringing sound resonated outside his door.

Looking at the living room that had become a mess, Zhang Lisheng randomly waved his hand. The mud scattering around immediately rolled from the soft cashmere carpets, elegant but straightforward leather sofas, and brightly colored wallpaper to condense into several dozens of clay figures that were 20 centimeters high that began to walk into the small garden by the wall.

In just a short span of a few seconds, those little clay figurines lifted the fallen green plants and beautiful plants before transforming into moist soil in an instant, restoring the flower garden with overflowing vigor.

Glancing around and seeing that everything became clean and tidy, the young man smiled with satisfaction. He calmly jumped off the sofa and walked to the door to open it. Deliberately, he asked, "Yes? I don't remember calling any room service?"

"Please forgive me, I heard a lot of noise in the corridor. Do you need any assistance?" A middle-aged man in a black suit outside the door asked politely.

The top suite in this high-class hotel had magnificent soundproof walls, so it was unusual for noise to be heard from outside. However, as the exclusive housekeeper of the Royal Suite, the middle-aged man was quite tacit in his words and had maintained a respectful manner too.

"Oh, in this case, I should be the one apologizing instead," Zhang Lisheng shrugged and answered randomly. "I was singing just now. Have I disrupted the other guests? If I had, please apologize to them on behalf of me."

"You were singing?" This excuse was too absurd that it widened the middle-aged man's eyes in shock.

"Yes, I was singing. is there any problem?" the young man frowned.

To a service staff in a five-star hotel, a guest who was willing to pay 12,000 dollars for a night would always be right. The middle-aged man snapped back to his senses and bowed to apologize, "Of course not, sir. It was a very beautiful voice. No other guests complained either. I was merely knocking on the door to ask what you need. You know, there's only one suite of yours on this floor, so you can sing to your heart's content. I'm sorry for disturbing."

"It's alright," The young man shrugged and closed the door. After turning around, he walked into the bedroom with a wide smile. At this moment, it was also late at night in the Wizard Li Island; many of his pious believers suddenly woke up from their sleep abruptly.

Straightening their legs, those midgets who were either physically strong or who mastered the spellcasting ability, and had a vocation of fighting for their god awakened. This also included those who had a soft body but was overflowing with a genius gene who could create armors and sharp weapons. It also awakened those who were ordinary with lowly positions who served and contributed for the tribe silently or those talented ones who were the leaders for the separated dwellings. The entire island was all sitting on their wooden beds, muttering hoarse chantings unconsciously with their empty eyes gleaming with motley brilliance in the darkness.

As the obscure and strange spells converged and floated in the night sky of the various islands, in the deep jungles in several millions of kilometers in the vicinity, insects hissed and beasts howled as they ran away in terror from a hundred-meter region of the native's dwellings. The newly born supernatural beings and the god's high priests in the Wizard Li Island showed a shocking and powerful deterrent ability once they were born.

Zhang Lisheng did not know that he had not only made a significant leap in his path of becoming a god when his state of mind had significantly been emancipated but had also brought a far-reaching influence to his hundreds of millions of believers, as well as the future Colossal World.

Listening to the ethereal prayers, the young man fell asleep, and when he woke up again, the sky was already bright.

"I actually slept for over ten hours? This is too ridiculous…" Pulling open the curtains in the bedroom, Zhang Lisheng looked at the city in a bird' s-eye view and muttered, not noticing that his face had turned pale for creating the strange Gus using the mud yesterday and had already regained its ruddiness.

After cleaning up himself, he took the hotel car to 12th Avenue in Manhattan.

After getting off at the Chinese Consulate General in New York, he walked up to the stairwell. He saw that the consulate's door was still closed, and a young tall black man was wearing a blue uniform, standing outside the door. Knowing that this was because of the incident that had taken place last night, he told the guard, "Please help me to ask for Miss Guo Caiying."

The guard who had a short crew cut and a height of over 190 meters tall studied Zhang Lisheng from top to bottom and hesitated a little, before shrugging and answering in a blank expression, "The consulate is closed today, so Miss Guo has gone out early in the morning, sir."

By convention, if a diplomatic consulate was not in a particular situation, its internal security would be in charge of the military officers of the foreign country that the embassy was located in. Meanwhile, its external security would be handed over to a local 'security consultant company.' This black security guard was obviously a foreign employee.

"Hey, buddy. Miss Guo does have the habit of running in the morning, but she'll never continue to linger on the New York streets at 10 o'clock in the morning to breathe in the gasses from the car exhaust. I don't think she has the mood to go shopping today too. I know that she's in the consulate, so please help me notify her that her Junior Brother is here to look for her," Zhang Lisheng smiled and took out a 50 dollar note to hand it to the guard.

The foreign security guards who served the consulate were naturally trained, so if it was just a simple task of conveying a message, this was not something that would violate the discipline no matter how one viewed it. The black guard was stunned for a while and then carefully lowered his voice, "Erm, sir. This is not a question of money…"

"Oh sir, even if this is a question of money or not, I've already shown you how great my sincerity is," The young man smiled and interrupted the guard. The dollar bill in his hand increased into two pieces.

"This is indeed a great sincerity," The sturdy guard licked his lips and quietly took the money. Subconsciously, he added, "Looks like you're a very generous person. Girls like this kind of man, so no wonder you'll draw some resentment."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Oh, nothing. I'll go to inform Miss Guo. She must be back now," The young black man shook his head with a smile. At this time, the guard on duty with him just so happened to be leaving the consulate in haste. The young black man shrugged at that man and said, "Paul, you're really unlucky. Alright, it's my turn to go to the bathroom now. Keep guard, alright?"

Then, he proceeded to walk into the consulate, leaving his confused colleague behind.

A few minutes later, an elegant and beautiful Chinese girl dressed in a brown suit rushed out of the consulate with light footsteps. When she saw Zhang Lisheng's smile, she ran up to the young man in pleasant surprise and thundered, "Oh, you're out, Lisheng! This is great…"

"Hey Senior Sister, calm down. It's not like I went to jail or anything anyway. The Atlanteans are not human-eating devils too. Don't you think you overreact a little?"

"Calm down? Ha! Haven't you heard how terrible the Atlanteans were during the 'winter riots'? They may not be devils, but they are pretty close. Four sergeants personally came to 'invite' you over, and that is almost equivalent to a death sentence already!" Guo Caiying answered noncommittally. However, she had already relaxed and seemed to have noticed her own gaffe.

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