Chapter 589: The Nodahill Festival

Bound by his children, Donald decided to take on a mortal form from the very beginning, staying by their side as long as possible until they reached adulthood. After the two children turned one month old and their souls became fully stable, unaffected by the rules of other realms beyond the main world, Donald then brought them to the Divine Kingdom.

Years later, due to the birth of the two children, Donald once again convened the original Nodahill Festival, inviting gods from various realms and forces from the main world to attend. They were to taste the Fruits of Laws and celebrate the birth of his divine sons. This time, since he had officially ascended to the throne, the festival was held within the Azeroth Divine Kingdom, allowing many invited gods to attend without restrictions.

On the main world side, another separate festival would be held in Dalaran, hosted by Donald’s earthly representative, Clinton. Donald would also descend in person, and of course, there would be an ample supply of the Fruits of Laws for everyone.

Ordinary Fruits of Laws take fifty years to mature, but thanks to the accelerated time in the Divine Kingdom, a second batch had already ripened. As for the Immortal Fruits, they require more time to develop their powerful effects of granting immortality to mortals; unripe ones are not much different from ordinary Fruits of Laws.

The news of this Nodahill Festival shocked the forces of the main world. The previous festival had already changed the power dynamics there, and its memories were still fresh. Many factions fought openly and secretly before deciding on their representatives, which would determine ownership of the Fruits of Laws.

After all, His Majesty the Natural Guardian was only holding such a festival because of joyous events in his own realm. With the immortal lives of the gods, it was uncertain how long they would wait for another such opportunity. So this might be the last chance for their generation!

The invited gods were naturally delighted as well. Even for powerful gods, cultivating a legendary warrior came at a cost, and such legends often carried hidden risks with limited future potential.

However, the Fruits of Laws, though merely of the lower rank of immortal artifacts, created legendary domains without any instability. They were precious divine treasures worthy of being valued throughout the entire multiverse.

Thus, whether it was the true gods or mortals from various factions, everyone was excited about the holding of the Nodahill Festival. Apart from their own allies, most of the true gods who had interacted with Donald received invitations, mostly from the neutral faction. There were also some from the order faction, while only a few from the chaos factions—those of chaotic good and chaotic neutral—since Donald himself belonged to the order-neutral faction and had little to do with chaotic evil entities. Due to his tense relationship with the Lord of Dawn, only a few true gods from the good order faction received invitations, those who had no connection to the Three Gods of Light. Three days before the festival officially began, many people arrived early. Many true gods were visiting Azeroth’s divine realm for the first time and were amazed to see such a vast and powerful realm belonging to a newly ascended lower god. They couldn’t help but feel astonished. “How did such a realm survive the backlash of the plane when it ascended to the throne?” Pompey, the God of Poetry and a neutral true god, exclaimed to the other gods with him. “I remember when I ascended to the throne, even with your help, I almost perished at the critical moment. If it weren’t for the great Princess Euliana’s assistance, there would be no God of Poetry today! My realm at that time was probably not even one-fiftieth the size of the Nature Guardian’s realm. Such a powerful realm must rank among the top among lower gods, right?” This God of Poetry was the lower god who ignited the divine flame and successfully ascended to the throne hundreds of years before Donald, so he still remembered the difficulty of ascending. For a neutral true god who wasn’t good at combat, achieving such a feat was already a great fortune. This showed just how powerful and skillful the ruler of the realm was. Next to Pompey was the God of Music, Bess, who was deified earlier than the God of Poetry and was considered an established lower god. He naturally understood well the difficulties of expanding and strengthening a divine realm. Since the two of them were deified as gods of poetry and music respectively, they had an innate deep affection for these arts, so they could only feel envy and not regret their chosen paths.

The two true gods were admiring the magnificent scenery of their divine realms when the dragon messenger from behind brought another true god—one whose entire being was hidden in black robes and shadows. Of medium height and somewhat slender, their face was invisible, but they gave off the impression of shrewd assassins and spies from the main world. Upon seeing this true god, both neutral true gods took the initiative to greet them.
“Prince Thord, have you also received the invitation?”
The visitor was none other than the God of Thieves, Thord.
The King of Shadows also greeted the two neutral true gods, though briefly. The other two knew this deity was usually cold-hearted, so such courtesy was already considered generous, and they had no objections.
With the persuasion of these powerful beings, Thord was able to shift from the Lawful Evil faction to the Lawful Neutral faction, so he naturally wouldn’t be dismissive toward true gods in the same faction.
Although neither of these two was particularly powerful, there was no reason to offend them unnecessarily. Especially since the God of Music, Bess, had extensive connections among the gods—many true gods invited this multiverse-renowned musician and his messengers to perform at their banquets for entertainment.
Since the three true gods had met, they walked together. While Bess and Pompey kept pointing out features of the divine realm and discussing them in awe, Thord also occasionally offered his opinions, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.
It wasn’t until the three dragon messengers escorted the three true gods to the sacred platform in the divine realm designed to receive guests, and then respectfully bid farewell to return to the entrance to greet others, that the three stopped talking.
At that moment, elf servants led them to their assigned seats.
Since the divine realm had been established for only a short time, Donald hadn’t had time to cultivate suitable messengers, so he temporarily appointed dragons of gold rank or higher from the dragon kingdoms to serve as messengers and guide people.
With such powerful creatures as dragons as messengers, the true gods didn’t feel neglected—after all, both the Good Dragon God and the Evil Dragon God were among the finest mid-tier gods, which elevated the status of the dragon race in the multiverse significantly.
Some true gods didn’t even have the chance or means to train their own dragons!
As they ascended the grand, pyramid-like platform, the two true gods who excelled in the arts couldn’t help but marvel once again.
This structure was a modified version of Mayan pyramid temples, built entirely of white stone and reinforced with divine power, ensuring its durability even with ordinary materials for thousands of years.

Art is largely interconnected. Although the two were not professional architects, their aesthetic sense was no less than that of the greatest architects. It was their first time seeing buildings of this style and scale, and as they tried to grasp their essence, a tall knight clad in gleaming silver armor approached the three of them. “Uther represents my lord in welcoming your arrival, noble ones. Your presence further enhances the glory of the Kingdom of Azeroth!” The one who represented the lord of the kingdom to receive them was the Light Angel Uther. The fame of this Light Angel was well-known among the gods, especially due to his battles in the main world. As soon as the three true gods met Uther, they felt a gentle and sacred force permeate their hearts, as warm and peaceful as the golden sunlight they had experienced in their mortal lives! The power of a demigod could affect them, the three true gods—what kind of formidable power was this? If even demigods had greater combat strength than them, then the natural guardian of that lord must be incredibly powerful! This fact shocked Thord, who had little interaction with Donald. On the other hand, the God of Poetry and the God of Music, having communicated with the lord of the kingdom many times and being indifferent to combat strength, did not share such feelings as the King of Shadows. Three days passed in the blink of an eye. It was at noon on the day the Nod’hal Festival officially began that Donald, the lord of the kingdom and its natural guardian, finally appeared. His two wives sat beside him, holding their children. After Donald’s speech, the two main characters of the day took the stage, and the gods came forward to bestow their blessings. Most of the true gods who attended the festival brought gifts, and since they had already prepared offerings, they saw no harm in adding more blessings. After all, a true god’s blessing brought great benefits to mortals without costing the gods any strength. These two fortunate children received blessings from the many gods present just one month after birth—a rare honor even in the main world, considering that hundreds of true gods were there! After the blessings, Donald announced the start of the banquet. “Thank you all for coming. After the festival, there will be another exchange event for divine artifacts. Those who are interested may stay and take a look. My Emerald Sanctuary has nurtured many divine artifacts; I’m sure you can find what you need!”

Several true gods who were searching for certain divine materials immediately became interested. Although Donald’s Emerald Sanctuary was not yet fully open to the outside world, many true gods had learned through transactions with him that the sanctuary contained abundant rare divine resources, including many immortal plants that had never existed in the multiverse. There were also many true gods skilled in crafting alchemical potions and other such items, and even those who had no immediate need considered acquiring some divine materials for future use.