Chapter 532: If There Is Injustice, Call My God to Descend!

Chapter 532: If Injustice Reigns, Summon My Divine Presence!

Rain poured in torrents.

The curtain of water merged into one, slanted eaves transforming into mountains and rivers, the rain cascading like waterfalls.

In the vast city of Linhai, the broad streets were nearly deserted due this relentless downpour.

Clop, clop, clop.

In the heavy rain, a gaunt old horse trudged slowly, rain washing over its eyes, yet they remained bright and spirited.

Liu Sheng led the horse, his footsteps splashing water on the ground.

He gazed at the rain, his voice tinged with reminiscence.

“A hundred years ago, even when the rain poured like this, the world was rife with unspoken rules, yet people still believed that written rules would prevail over them.

Alas, a century has slipped by—not only have unspoken rules overshadowed the written ones, but even the written rules themselves have become a joke.” Liu Sheng’s voice was aged.

He was indeed born a stableman.

The son of an official became an official, the son of a merchant became a merchant, and the son of a stableman remained a stableman.

His family had been stablemen for generations, and as expected, his descendants would continue in that trade.

But fortunately, in his youth, he had encountered the descent of the Divine Presence.

In the mortal world, no profession was noble or base.

If you chose to lie flat, then lie flat.

But as long as you worked hard and harbored ambition, you could achieve something.

By excelling as a stableman, Liu Sheng became the first model “stableman,” much like Wang Keng’s grandfather, who was a model laborer.

He gained “power” and “a voice.”

He could also, relatively speaking, enjoy more freedom and step onto the path of the Weapon Master.

In the past, how could an ordinary stableman ever qualify to cultivate?

Cultivation, becoming a Weapon Master—that was a privilege reserved only for the wealthy and the officials.

“At first, I always thought… the world bustles with activity, all for profit—could there truly be a deity as selfless as the Divine Presence in this world?” Liu Sheng laughed bitterly.

It was understandable for the common folk to blindly believe in the Divine Presence.

But as a Weapon Master, he had long understood that so-called deities were merely powerful beings.

Even if the Divine Presence was utterly selfless, it must have its own desires.

Even if it was a divine artifact.

But the creator of this artifact, that Sheng Woman… must have had her own motives, right?

“Young master, do you think this world can truly achieve the fairness and equality that the Divine Presence envisioned?” Liu Sheng turned his head, looking at Chen Kangbao and Qi Yuan in the carriage.

Qi Yuan reached out, catching the rain: “In reality… it might be difficult, but this is a game—anything is possible.”

Liu Sheng paused, then smiled bitterly.

The Divine Presence of old had ultimately shattered.

Now, a new Weapon Master had taken control.

What path this Weapon Master would take, what thoughts he harbored—Liu Sheng did not know.

“Of the Seven Raksha Gods, aside from myself, the other six are Dingyuan Wang, Shanhe Wang, Zuifang Wang… and the Raksha Emperor, Diwu Bufan.

The strongest is Diwu Bufan; for a hundred years, he has lived in seclusion.

Rumor has it that he is infinitely close to the Divine Presence at its peak!”

Liu Sheng spoke, his eyes filled with worry.

He did not know how much combat power the current Divine Presence could still unleash.

“As they say, all are equal—in my eyes, he is no different from you.” Qi Yuan said calmly.

Hearing this, Liu Sheng’s body trembled slightly.

He led the horse, holding the reins, weaving through the curtain of rain.

The rain grew heavier, showing no sign of stopping.

Liu Sheng sat in front of the carriage, raised his whip, and the carriage sped through the rain.

The torrential downpour could not halt the carriage’s advance.

Leisurely, unhurriedly.

Ten days later, in Dingbo Prefecture, travelers saw a carriage traveling from south to north, crossing the Hengduan Mountains. When a celestial-level evil spirit ran amok, the carriage driver turned his finger into a sword and easily slew it, astonishing all passersby.

Half a month later, a carriage crossed the Wuding River and entered Xianle Prefecture.

Fierce winds howled, dust and sand filled the air.

Xianle Prefecture, located in the southeasternmost part of the Raksha Kingdom, was mostly desert terrain and bordered the Great Feng.

Long ago, the city of Luofeng, where the Divine Presence fell, was situated in Xianle Prefecture.

In recent years, the Great Feng and the Raksha Kingdom had frequently clashed, with Raksha losing more often than winning, ceding seven cities.

All seven cities were in Xianle Prefecture.

On the official road, dust and sand swirled.

Li Wan, dressed in men’s clothing with mud smeared on her face to appear more masculine, rode a horse. She glanced at the carriage beside her, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

Her group of seven intended to travel along the official road to Xianlong Commandery.

On the way, Li Wan had spotted this carriage and felt curious.

This official road was not safe; for a carriage to dare travel alone, its owner must be formidable.

Li Wan was confident, and thinking that an extra person meant extra safety, she approached to ask if they could travel together.

The carriage owner did not refuse, but Li Wan was surprised to find the owner exceedingly young, seemingly no more than twenty.

Could it be… that old man always eating steamed buns was the real expert?

With this thought, Li Wan said, “In the past, Xianle Prefecture, though in the southeastern corner of Raksha, had the most prosperous economy. On this official road, one could see endless merchant caravans every day.”

Li Wan’s family had been merchants for generations.

Once, Raksha’s merchant caravans would set out from Xianle Prefecture to the Great Feng and other nations.

Commerce here was at its peak.

“But now, you can’t even see a single ghost on this road.” Li Wan laughed.

“No ghosts is good—safe journey,” said a burly man with a large sword at his waist, his chest bare due to the heat.

“Don’t jinx it,” came Qi Yuan’s voice from inside the carriage.

“Haha, even if we meet a ghost, it’s fine—isn’t Uncle Li here?” Li Wan chuckled.

Uncle Li was a prefectural-level Imperial Soldier Master, considered a top-tier expert in his domain.

Uncle Li raised his head with pride, his gaze falling on the carriage. A thought struck him, and he asked tentatively, "Young master, heading to Xianlong County—are you visiting relatives or...?"

"To kill," Qi Yuan said flatly.

Uncle Li was taken aback, then glanced at Li Wan and shook his head.

Originally, they had seen Qi Yuan as extraordinary and thought to forge a genuine connection.

That way, the Li family would gain more friends and another path forward.

But now, with Qi Yuan answering so bluntly, without concealment,

it was clear he was mired in endless trouble—not someone worth befriending deeply.

Li Wan felt a pang of disappointment upon hearing this.

"And you—what are you going to Xianlong County for?" Qi Yuan asked casually.

He had social anxiety and couldn't start conversations.

When someone asked him his purpose, he had to ask back.

Li Wan was silent for a long moment, then replied, "To break off an engagement."

"You?" Qi Yuan couldn't help but laugh. "The one breaking it off doesn't happen to be named Xiao, does it?"

Li Wan shook her head. "No."

She was curious—what was wrong with the name Xiao?

"Good, otherwise this game would be stitching together too many clichés."

The bad news was too many clichés stitched in; the good news was they were all stitched.

"??" Li Wan was baffled. She continued, "His surname is Shi."

"Shi?" Qi Yuan raised an eyebrow.

Just then, Uncle Li, who had been riding, suddenly changed expression.

"Not good—there are cavalry from the Great Feng ahead!"

He quickly reined in his horse and soared into the air to look.

But what he saw filled his face with tension and fury.

"Ahead, three thousand cavalry of the Great Feng—they're... capturing our people from the Raksha Kingdom!"

Up front, dust billowed as three thousand cavalry roamed about, laughing and cursing.

The cavalry formed an encirclement, inside which were over a thousand commoners of the Great Feng.

They were herded like livestock, trapped in the center.

Anyone too slow got a whip lash.

Cries and struggles never ceased.

Some, struck on the back by a whip, fell and never rose again.

Uncle Li's face burned with rage.

The Great Feng army often raided Xianle Prefecture for supplies.

Usually, they just stole grain or abducted some women.

It was rare to see them seize so many commoners to sell as slaves.

"Damn it!" Li Wan clenched her sword hilt tightly, veins bulging like vines as she watched the massive dust cloud ahead. "We have to take a detour—if those cavalry spot us, we'll never escape!" Uncle Li said in a low voice.

The other men nodded in agreement.

Though furious, they were helpless.

What could they do against three thousand cavalry?

It would be suicide.

But just then, Chen Kangbao cracked his whip, and the carriage sped forward.

Li Wan grew anxious. "Young master... what are you doing? Danger ahead!"

She rode her horse, wanting to chase after him, but was torn with indecision.

Uncle Li was also stunned, unsure what to do.

Chase after him?

They didn't dare.

Was the carriage owner seeking death?

Or was he a man of the Great Feng?

At that moment, a calm voice came from inside the carriage.

"I'm going to save them."

"But—"

"No buts. Because the Divine Presence is here."

"Divine Presence?" Li Wan's mind raced. "Are you from the Tribunal of Judgment?"

Only that could explain it.

But even a member of the Tribunal couldn't withstand three thousand cavalry.

Among those riders, there might even be a Heavenly-level Imperial Soldier Master.

They had no time to think further.

Uncle Li grew anxious too, worrying for Qi Yuan.

Just then, among the cavalry, someone seemed to notice the carriage.

Instantly, dozens of riders charged over, whips cracking, faces twisted with malice and mockery.

"Someone dares to come? Courting death!"

"A few more slaves—worth a good price!"

But soon, their smiles froze.

For at that moment, a vast, majestic voice suddenly resounded across the sky.

"When the world knows no light, behold the Divine Presence."

"Holding the light, drive away the darkness."

"If injustice exists, call upon the Divine Presence!"

The voice thundered, spreading across the plains.

Horses neighed and reared.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden, overwhelming voice.

"Who is it?"

"Who's playing tricks?"

The cavalrymen looked bewildered; some showed fear on their faces, others gripped their reins tightly, scanning the surroundings.

In contrast, the people of the Roushan nation trapped among the cavalry wore varied expressions.

An old woman seemed to recall something, her face lighting up with fervor.

"Divine Descent... the God of Judgment has returned!"

"If there is injustice, call my name—Divine Descent! Divine Descent!"

A young man's eyes brimmed with tears.

Memories of childhood resurfaced.

Once, his grandmother had told him the story of the God of Judgment, saying that if he ever faced injustice, he need only whisper the name Divine Descent, and the god would set things right.

But as a child, he had called upon Divine Descent many times, and never did the god appear.

Growing up, he came to believe that Divine Descent might be dead, or perhaps a mere illusion.

How laughable the myths he had once held so dear.

Yet now, this voice...

He gazed at the sky, at the cavalry surrounding him, and suddenly, with all his might, he roared: "Divine Descent!"

Now, he faced injustice!

Now, he heard the divine voice!

If not now, when would he call upon Divine Descent?

"Divine Descent!"

His cry stirred the others.

The people unlocked their buried memories.

"Divine Descent!"

"Divine Descent!"

Children, elders, old women, and youths alike—all stood and shouted in unison, "Divine Descent!"

For they had heard that when calling upon Divine Descent, one must stand, and only then would the God of Judgment descend.

The sound surged like a tidal wave, a searing heat.

The warhorses, startled, neighed in panic, and the cavalrymen's faces twisted with fear and confusion.

Just then, a beam of blood-red light fell from the heavens, turning the entire earth crimson.

In that moment, everyone instinctively looked up at the sky.

There, an awe-inspiring, terrifying giant nearly two hundred meters tall stood at the horizon.

No, it was not a terrifying giant—it was a god to be revered!

Clad in blood-red armor, its scales stark and cold, its expression impassive.

It stood in silence.

Such a colossal form, such a fearsome and grim visage—any human who beheld it would feel fear at first sight.

Fear of the unknown.

Many commoners fell to their knees.

But in that instant, the young man who had first cried out Divine Descent straightened his back, stared at the fearsome giant, and bellowed: "Divine Descent!"

Those two words poured out all the grievances and injustices he had suffered in his life.

And then, the towering figure, fifty zhang tall, moved.

It merely swung a fist.

That fist was a response to the young man's cry.

The world seemed to pause.

That terrifying punch became the sole focus of this realm.

It was the fist of a god.

Boom!

Death!

In an instant, three thousand cavalrymen were thrown from their horses, scattered and broken.

Before this divine might, the three thousand were as fragile as ants.

Not just three thousand—even thirty thousand could not withstand that fearsome blow.

The commoners were stunned, filled with awe, ecstasy, and reverence.

Many knelt, bowing their heads to the ground, crying out: "Divine Descent!"

At that moment, Qi Yuan felt a stirring within.

He recalled the original purpose for which Divine Descent was created.

"Stand up!"

"You need not kneel to me!"

"Divine Descent requires no worship!"

This divine voice seemed to wield a magic of its own.

The gathered people rose one by one, each standing upright, gazing up at the colossal being.

Though fear lingered in their eyes, they forced themselves to keep their eyes wide open, to lift their spirits, to look on earnestly.

Elsewhere, Li Wan's body trembled, her teeth chattering against each other.

"Uncle Li... is He the God of Judgment?"

Uncle Li's stout belly was slick with sweat; as he stared at the towering figure, his legs quivered.

"Should... be."

"Divine Descent... has returned." Li Wan's voice was fraught with complexity.

She gazed into the distance at the carriage still slowly advancing, her emotions tangled.

That Master Qi on the carriage... the one who had just spoken with her... was he the God of Judgment?

Or did he wield the most powerful divine artifact in all the world... Divine Descent?

"The skies of Roushan... are about to change." Uncle Li sighed deeply, his tone ambiguous—whether joy or sorrow, none could tell.

Sometimes, some people long for change; after all, could it be any worse than now?

Sometimes, some people resist change, content with how things are.

But at this moment, Uncle Li understood that whether he wished it or not, the heavens of the Raksha Kingdom had indeed changed.

"If there is injustice, call upon my Divine Descent!"

Uncle Li stood upright, straightening his back.

In his youth, he too had once called upon "Divine Descent."

(End of this chapter)