"All right, since you think I have a keen eye for talent and was the one who discovered a genius like Leilin, how about I take you to find another genius?"
Huosi smiled faintly and asked.
"Huh? My lord, you've found another Leilin?"
Pusiluo's mouth fell open, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Before Leilin arrived, he had been Lord Huosi's number one subordinate. Then Leilin came, and he became number two. If another one showed up, would he end up third?
"Surely not. Is the Yulan Plane really that incredible? It can produce two people like Leilin at once?"
Adkins glanced at Leilin and suddenly felt like a good-for-nothing.
He used to think he was the top genius of the Yulan Plane. But now that he thought about it, it turned out he wasn't all that impressive.
Could his homeland, the Yulan Plane, actually be a place that specialized in producing geniuses?
Adkins fell into deep thought.
"Maybe that genius isn't from the Yulan Plane. The Federation controls a lot of planes now, after all."
Leilin hurriedly spoke up. He didn't want to be the subject of discussion again.
Those two were calling the other one the second Leilin over and over. What did they take him for?
"No, the little fellow I'm talking about is from our Yulan Plane."
Huosi shook his head, dismissing Leilin's guess.
"So it really is someone from the Yulan Plane." Leilin sounded surprised.
"Of course. This plane seems to have fortune on its side, even though I've never heard of such a thing as fortune in the Coiling Dragon Universe."
Huosi thought to himself, Beirut is the real big boss of the Coiling Dragon Universe.
Of course, that was in terms of the story. In terms of strength, Oufu was still more powerful.
Beirut had first appeared in Beibei's memories. Later, the War God had directly ordered the emperor of the Empire to marry his daughter to Leilin's younger brother, and even sent his disciple to deliver a spatial ring.
Back in the Chaotic Territory, Desli's entire family had been extremely friendly toward Leilin. At first, his wife hadn't been interested in Reynolds at all, but the moment she saw Beibei, she began treating Reynolds with a beaming smile.
It was all because of Beirut, the ruler of the Dark Forest.
On the Beibei-Leilin-Reynolds thread, Desli's entire family had been incredibly welcoming. On the Beibei-Leilin-Wharton-Nina thread, the War God had directly issued an order.
Looking back over the path the protagonist Leilin had taken to rise to power, he had never once been separated from Beirut.
During the Necropolis of the Gods, Beirut hadn't intervened directly, but he had given the impression that he was always there. That was especially true when Leilin obtained his final three godsnaps. At that point, Beirut seemed like an immensely powerful god.
After the Gebada Prison had been breached, Beirut had protected Dragonblood Castle. He had also crushed Adkins with overwhelming strength. At that point, he seemed like an immensely powerful Highgod.
On the Zijing Continent, Alikui'en, a Seven-Star Fiend, had immediately backed down upon seeing Beirut's weapon. At that point, Beirut seemed like an immensely powerful Asura.
In Bluefire Prefecture, when Delia had been gravely injured, Beirut had made a forceful entrance and cowed Gaiselesen and the other Asuras. At that point, he seemed like an almost invincible Highgod.
It wasn't until after the events in the Ocalan Plane, when Beirut became a Chief Sovereign, that all his secrets were finally revealed.
Back when he'd read the novel in his previous life, Huosi had always felt that the Yulan Plane was like the center of fortune.
Starting with Beirut, then Bluefire, followed by Beibei and Leilin—any one of them would have been cause for celebration if they had appeared in another Material Plane.
And the Five Great Kings of Gebada Prison were astonishing, too.
Only two of the Five Great Kings had appeared in Gebada Prison: Bluefire, who was just one step away from becoming a Paragon, and Odin, a powerful Seven-Star Fiend.
The other kings' names and strengths had never been mentioned, but presumably, they were at least nearly as powerful as Odin.
After all, he was a Seven-Star Fiend, someone who could become a city lord in a Divine Plane.
Among the powerful figures Leilin had encountered in Hell early on, who among Ulunisen and Sirtut hadn't been renowned for hundreds of millions of years?
Even across all of Hell, the number of Seven-Star Fiends was limited. Yet a prison in a Material Plane had five beings of that level.
If every Material Plane had that many Seven-Star Fiends, the Destruction Sovereign wouldn't have had to settle for finding just over three hundred Seven-Star Fiends willing to risk their lives during the Plane War.
After all, if the Destruction Sovereign had offered freedom from the Plane Prison as a reward, countless gods in the Plane Prisons would have been willing to go to the Plane Battlefield.
There were countless Plane Prisons. Surely they could have found several thousand, or even tens of thousands. But the truth was, they hadn't.
Because of this, once Huosi had become powerful enough, he had specifically gone to inspect the Plane Prison.
The result disappointed him. There were Highgods inside, but not many, and they were all very weak. There wasn't even a single Six-Star Fiend, let alone a Seven-Star Fiend.
As for the Five Great Kings, no such beings existed there. Odin? Who was Odin? They said they'd never heard of him.
Huosi seriously suspected that most of the Highgods in the Plane Prison had been drawn there by the Necropolis of the Gods back then, and then dealt with by Beirut.
Some had died, like the Purpleblood Fiend, whose weapon had been taken to anchor a spatial node. Others had been locked away. After all, killing them all wouldn't have been much fun for Beirut.
Deep in the Dark Forest on the Magical Beast Continent, a little old man in a black robe narrowed his eyes as he faced off against the enemy before him.
"Beirut! Don't push your luck!"
A red-haired middle-aged man looked at Beirut with a grim expression, his voice full of anger.
"Why are you getting so worked up? I only want two godsnaps. You have plenty, don't you?"
Beirut stroked his beard with a smile. The words he spoke, however, were infuriating.
"You! You! You!"
The red-haired man's face flushed with rage. Beirut was shameless enough to say something like that with a straight face.
He did have godsnaps, but they were the result of years of accumulation. He only had four in total, and Beirut wanted to take half of them with a single sentence. What did he take him for?
"Look at you, getting so angry. We're only discussing it, aren't we?"
Beirut was still smiling warmly, looking very amiable.
But to the other man, that smile looked like a demon's.
"Dream on. If you want my godsnaps, kill me. You can have them then!"
The red-haired man took out a longsword and snapped at Beirut.
"Ah, what a pity."
Beirut sounded regretful, but inwardly he was delighted. He waved his hand, and a long rod appeared in his grip before shooting forward like a streak of shadow.
"You have the nerve to bring out such a tiny weapon? Aren't you embarrassed?"
The red-haired man sneered, his longsword glowing red.
With a clang, the red-haired man stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, stunned.
"I warned you, but you just wouldn't listen." Beirut sighed.
As if. The rod might have been short, but he had forged it using ten godsnaps. How could an ordinary divine artifact stand against it?
Godspark Weapons were unique to God-Eater Rats. Only God-Eater Rats could forge them. They devoured godsnaps, absorbed the essence within, and eventually condensed it into a weapon.
Godsnaps couldn't be destroyed in the Magic Universe, which gave some idea of how hard they were. Even the Chief Sovereigns couldn't get their hands on materials capable of producing such a fine weapon.
"You bastard, you'll pay for this!"
The red-haired man was nearly driven mad with rage. Then, after taking a deep breath, he clenched his teeth and flew toward the horizon.
"Running away? Think you can escape?"
Beirut didn't pursue him. Instead, he activated his Innate Divine Ability, and a giant phantom God-Eater Rat appeared.
The next moment, an energy that targeted the soul shot out. The red-haired man's corpse fell, and his godsnaps were drawn straight out. Beirut opened his mouth and swallowed them.
"I've killed too many lately. I should probably lie low on another continent for a while."
Beirut patted his chest and sighed.
The Magical Beast Continent was the only continent on the Yulan Plane where only magical beasts lived and no humans resided.
Of course, that didn't mean there were no magical beasts on the other continents. It was just that the strongest magical beasts were all here. On the other continents, most magical beasts were more like livestock: low-ranked, weak, and quite a few were docile.
Magical beasts were living creatures too. The Federation certainly wasn't going to promote human supremacy.
However, low-level magical beasts were relatively unintelligent, so they were difficult to manage.
Besides, divine beasts were exceedingly rare. Although the Academy of Sciences had produced many talented people over the years, divine beasts made up only around one percent of them.
There were two main reasons for this. First, low-level magical beasts weren't very intelligent and couldn't speak, making communication difficult. It was impossible for them to attend school from a young age like human children.
Second, divine beasts weren't particularly fond of research. Even after becoming gods and taking human form, they still retained their beastly instincts.
After a great deal of consideration, the Federation divided the magical beasts into two groups.
The human continents were home mostly to low-level, docile, weak magical beasts, making them easier to manage and useful for training.
The rest, especially the more ferocious and powerful ones, were moved to a Magical Beast Continent. The Federation kept only a few divine beasts there as the highest authorities.
As a result, the lower-level magical beasts on the Magical Beast Continent still lived in a primitive manner, constantly fighting among themselves.
Even after reaching the divine level, they still fought among themselves often. The Federation didn't forcibly forbid it.
After all, most divine beasts didn't take part in research. Instead, they went with the Expeditionary Army to other planes, so fighting among themselves helped them cultivate and gain experience.
Beirut had become a god only a few hundred years ago and hadn't joined an expedition yet. For now, he was simply accumulating godsnaps on the continent.
Although he didn't know what devouring godsnaps would do to his body, it certainly couldn't be anything bad.
"Your Innate Divine Ability is pretty good!"
"Who?" Beirut's Saint Domain True Body instantly bristled. He warily looked toward the source of the voice.
Four figures slowly appeared in the void, four pairs of scrutinizing eyes fixed on Beirut.
Beirut felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. They were powerful—far more powerful than him—and four of them had appeared at once.
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