Chapter 105: A Great Shift in the World Order—The Human Alliance and Extraterrestrial Visitors

Midway up the mountain.

The foreign journalists from before remained where they were. After all, Lu Yuan had instructed them to stay put; no one dared to leave. What if they drew unwanted attention?

To these reporters, Lu Yuan was like a terrifying great demon god—untouchable.

The live broadcast continued, but no one knew what was happening inside the ancient castle. The audience was glued to their screens, eager to see the fate of the Divine Knight and the Holy Angel of the Vatican.

One thing was certain: those two were likely facing a great calamity.

This belief was even stronger among the domestic populace. They had immense faith in King Lu’s strength, especially after witnessing the nuclear explosion. Given his fierce and unrestrained nature, the Divine Knight and the Holy Angel’s demise seemed inevitable.

Finally, after some time, Lu Yuan emerged from the ancient castle and appeared midway up the mountain on the live stream.

The journalists immediately stepped back, turning pale at the sight of the Golden-Winged Roc. It was clearly a formidable beast—who knew if it might suddenly attack and devour them?

“He’s here, King Lu has arrived.”

“Why is he alone? What about the other two?”

“I think they’re probably dead. Setting a trap and triggering a nuclear weapon—death was bound to follow.”

The domestic audience brightened visibly upon seeing Lu Yuan, though some speculated the Divine Knight and Holy Angel had perished. After all, they knew King Lu was ruthless, fearless of anything, and it wasn’t surprising those two who provoked him met such an end.

Old Ji and Old Yun, upon seeing Lu Yuan, breathed a sigh of relief. They knew even a nuclear blast couldn’t kill him, but charging directly up Mount Olympus was cause for concern—and indeed, something to worry about.

But now, things seemed settled.

At that moment, midway up Mount Olympus, Lu Yuan looked into the camera with a calm expression.

“The Divine Knight and the Holy Angel of the Vatican, feeling deep guilt for their sins, have confessed to their so-called god and taken their own lives. From today onward, I officially announce the beginning of the Human Alliance’s formation.”

“I hope everyone watching this live stream can officially join within a month. For details, please inquire with the Chinese authorities.”

He said only this, without elaboration, then mounted the Golden-Winged Roc. Together, man and beast became a streak of golden light, vanishing into the horizon.

Yet those words had already been broadcast worldwide, known to all.

The Human Alliance had begun its formation.

All major powers were to participate.

Though he didn’t specify the consequences for dissenters, it was clear the fates of the Divine Knight and Holy Angel served as a warning.

Their “confession” and suicide were a façade—everyone knew the truth.

Lu Yuan’s meaning was unmistakable: whether one agreed or not, the establishment of the Human Alliance was inevitable.

The live broadcast ended there.

Almost every nation understood what to do next.

Oppose it?

They had to weigh whether they had the strength.

Old Ji and Old Yun exchanged glances before the screen. The scene was identical to when they faced the beast kings atop Jade Emperor Peak.

They understood the tasks ahead. After this event, who would dare resist?

The domestic populace erupted in enthusiasm—not because a Human Alliance was imminent, but because in their eyes, King Lu had created a true miracle.

Surviving a nuclear blast unscathed, single-handedly ascending Mount Olympus, with the Divine Knight and Holy Angel dead and likely dismembered—all alone, he dominated the world!

A true human king, the strongest among humanity.

For a time, Lu Yuan’s prestige soared to unprecedented heights.

After his departure from Mount Olympus and his declaration on the broadcast, nations scrambled to issue statements and contact figures like Old Ji and Old Yun.

Though reluctant, what choice did they have?

Two representatives were dead, the most potent nuclear weapons useless—what resistance remained?

Within a day, the global situation transformed dramatically, upheaving the world overnight.

Old Ji, Old Yun, and others plunged into work. Though this plan had long been in the making, none expected it to unfold so quickly.

Many believed Lu Yuan represented the official government. How could they contend with that? What would the consequences be?

Setting aside distant concerns, take the longevity genes and divine technology for example.

They knew what to choose.

Meanwhile, the Wu Zhou Group became even more low-key, with key figures rarely appearing.

Time passed slowly but steadily.

Several days later, high in the clouds, Lu Yuan sat atop the Golden-Winged Roc, eyes open, scrolling through a communicator to catch the latest news.

His earlier words clearly had a profound effect. Countries moved swiftly, issuing statements and contacting relevant parties the same day. Preparations for the Human Alliance were underway in full swing.

“Two tasks completed. Time to plan the next steps.”

Glancing down, he noted he was nearing domestic borders.

There were places to visit, but choosing where to begin troubled him.

Some locations held divine mysteries in his memory, but now was not yet the time.

The world was about to undergo several great changes; various mythic creatures would emerge. Famous mountains like Mount Tai would become mysterious again, fully awakening—but this was only the beginning. Visiting now was premature.

Another concern was the spiritual fruits and exotic herbs obtained from Mount Olympus.

Some were not yet fully matured and could not be preserved long; they needed safe, permanent soil to be planted.

“That’s a headache.”

Lu Yuan massaged his brow, his mind racing.

Ding ding ding—

Suddenly, his communicator rang.

It was Old Ji.

Without hesitation, Lu Yuan answered.

“King Lu, we finally reached you,” Old Ji’s anxious voice came through.

“Is something wrong? About the Human Alliance?” Lu Yuan asked, slightly puzzled, wondering if someone still opposed the alliance’s formation.

“No, progress on that front is smooth,” Old Ji replied briskly. “But a few days ago, two people appeared at the Trial Institute, looking for you.”

“They’re strange—one young girl and an old man. The girl is peculiar, wearing ancient clothing, and her power seems very strong.”

As an awakened in the Shackles realm, Old Ji’s discernment was keen. Their strength exceeded expectations.

He also used his authority to check their records but found nothing—no affiliations, no origins.

“That so? Anything else?”

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes, already guessing their identities.

“I told them you weren’t here. The girl left a message.”

“Xiaoding, Shennong Altar. Then they left.”

Old Ji continued, “She said they’d return to the Mount Tai Trial Institute, hoping to meet you.”

Hearing this, Lu Yuan’s heart skipped a beat; he had fully deduced the two visitors’ origins.

“I understand.”

After a moment’s thought, he said, “I’ll return directly to Mount Tai.”

Old Ji nodded and wisely refrained from pressing further.

After exchanging a few more words, Lu Yuan ended the call and gazed toward the distant horizon.

“What’s your purpose this time? Finally, you’ve come.”

Xiaoding needed no introduction—Chen Song had contacted him before because of her.

But the Shennong Altar—only he and the Golden-Winged Roc knew of it.

Now these two appeared, mentioning those matters, their intent unclear.

Lu Yuan suspected they hailed from beyond the domain, yet had sought him out willingly.

But regardless of their purpose, he was unafraid.

When soldiers come, meet them with soldiers; when water comes, cover it with earth. He now possessed that strength.

Finally, Lu Yuan thought little more of it.

He urged the Golden-Winged Roc to quicken its pace and closed his eyes to rest.

It was fortuitous—he could place the spiritual fruits and herbs from Mount Olympus at Mount Tai, entrusting them to officials for safekeeping, alleviating future worries. Besides, he could not possibly use all of them.

Thus, time flowed onward.

Several days later, Lu Yuan returned to the Mount Tai Trial Institute, whose construction was nearly complete.

Old Ji had left for Shuntian City to prepare for the Human Alliance’s affairs; Old Yun presided here.

Zhu Qingyu, Ice Fairy, Pure Yang Little Master, and others were also present, soon to ascend Mount Tai in search of their destiny and another evolution.

Many were selected from the major Zhen Dan Academies in the five great cities.

Everything proceeded methodically.

However, when everyone saw the spiritual fruits and herbs Lu Yuan brought from Mount Olympus, they were astonished.

There were many, and they understood these were collected by the Divine Knight from various places—only now under a new master.

He handed some immature ones to Old Yun for planting and safekeeping.

Soon after, Lu Yuan made a trip to Mount Tai.

He exchanged a few words with the Spirit Monkey.

With the monkey’s help, he had resolved the beast tide; their relationship was not antagonistic.

The monkey was naturally warm, but upon seeing the Golden-Winged Roc, he gave a resigned sigh.

After confirming it was Lu Yuan’s mount, he sulked for a while.

After all, in terms of bloodline, the Golden-Winged Roc was no lesser than himself—didn’t that make him the mount?

Lu Yuan said nothing in response.

From the monkey’s words, he learned that Mount Tai and the world’s famous mountains were soon to undergo change, and even the sea’s beast kings sensed something amiss.

The monkey warned that a brilliant era was about to dawn and urged caution.

Lu Yuan was well aware and soon left Jade Emperor Peak.

He settled temporarily at the Mount Tai Trial Institute.

After giving some spiritual fruits and herbs to the Golden-Winged Roc, he let it hunt beasts with dragon blood to continue evolving.

As the Spirit Monkey said, future changes would intensify; strength must increase.

As for himself, he took out the Meridian Repair Furnace to refine pills.

Recently, he had acquired many spiritual fruits and herbs and could not waste them.

Also, the collection of the Vatican’s five ancient sacred artifacts would aid the evolution of his Da Luo sword embryo.

He used this time to further strengthen himself, breaking more genetic shackles to reach the Golden Body realm swiftly.

Only by achieving the fourth stage of evolution would his prior preparations and foundation fully reveal their power.

Of course, he also awaited the arrival of those two visitors from beyond the domain.

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(The End of This Chapter)