The Problem of the Power of Faith

Augusta felt as if he had missed out on a great deal.

"If I had known, I shouldn't have gone into secluded cultivation!"

Augusta secretly regretted it in his heart; he hadn't even made a breakthrough to Grand Perfection, so why had he bothered with seclusion?

As it turned out, when the conflict between the Four Divine Beasts Clan and the Augusta Clan erupted, he wasn't there.

If he hadn't been in seclusion, he could have secretly instructed Hanjin and the others to kill a few more, and the incident would have had a chance to escalate.

If he could have killed Gaiselesen and the others, Reding and his kin would surely have charged over regardless of the consequences to settle the score.

At that point, he would have had the opportunity to directly finish off those four foolish beasts and seize their Sovereign Sparks and blood essence.

Having missed this chance, he didn't know when he would have another opportunity to kill them.

Augusta felt a headache coming on; he had been searching for opportunities to finish those fellows off for a long time.

However, Reding and the other three were almost always in Hell, and if he went to Hell to fight them, it would be impossible to avoid Utrede.

If he were to strike in front of Utrede, not to mention whether Utrede would intervene, even if he didn't stop him, he wouldn't just watch as Augusta took the blood essence of the Four Divine Beasts.

Utrede had also been coveting the Four Divine Beasts for a long time; the only reason he hadn't acted was simply because he lacked a suitable excuse.

If he were to act directly, Oufu and Thanatos would certainly not stand by and watch.

"That fellow Oufu, really..."

Thinking of Utrede, Augusta felt even more resentment toward Oufu.

Even though they already possessed three Supreme Artifacts, Oufu simply refused to expose them.

Oufu had said that although they were now in an invincible position, the Transcending Reincarnation was not yet perfected. At this stage, Oufu lacked a finishing move capable of directly killing other Rule Sovereigns. Once exposed, he would never be able to research in peace again.

If they were exposed, Utrede and the other two would certainly join forces. Although they couldn't hurt Oufu, they would have no problem protecting themselves.

It wasn't that Augusta didn't understand, but he truly disliked the current situation where the three of them were riding on his head, and even that fellow Hullei was acting in compliance while secretly opposing him.

Sometimes, Augusta even thought about just exposing everything; after all, once the deed was done, Oufu would have no choice but to accept it.

But after thinking for a long time, he ultimately abandoned this idea. Although they were one person, Oufu would never allow anyone to hinder his goal of breaking through this heaven and earth, not even himself.

Although the two were essentially the same, given the characteristics of the Bula Clan, it was possible to treat them as two separate people.

Augusta only wanted to live freely according to his own desires, while Oufu had no such thoughts at all; he only wanted to ensure that this heaven and earth could no longer bind him.

Because of this, Augusta had also thought of many ways to help. After all, if Oufu could become stronger, it would benefit him as well, but Augusta was not skilled in research and couldn't help.

In this regard, he could only consider other methods, and the Four Divine Beasts were the targets he had set his sights on.

The world was truly miraculous to have birthed super divine beasts capable of fusing their innate divine abilities. He dared not imagine how strong the Four Divine Beasts would be if they were all Sovereigns.

If he could thoroughly research the bloodline of the Four Divine Beasts, perhaps he could perfect the finishing move, Transcending Reincarnation.

It was just that Oufu didn't want to be exposed, and Augusta couldn't find a way to act while avoiding Utrede and the others, so the matter could only be dragged out.

"These few reptiles are truly cautious."

Augusta cursed inwardly, yet he was helpless.

He truly hadn't expected that in this incident, the Four Divine Beasts Clan would choose to endure.

One had to know that based on their past behavior, such a decision certainly wasn't made by the clan members; in all likelihood, it was an order issued by Reding and the others.

"Forget it. Since this opportunity is missed, I will just have to look for another chance later!"

Augusta rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly.

In the end, he would have to continue waiting for an opportunity. In any case, time was infinite; waiting a few more trillion years didn't matter.

Although Augusta hadn't done anything, he didn't know that during this period, the Radiant Plane was not peaceful at all.

In the Radiant Plane, within the Macallan Prefecture, the Prefecture Lord Prequeil sat at the head of the table, looking at the person below with a grim expression.

Below, a trembling figure knelt on the ground, not daring to let out a breath.

This person was none other than Balseze, the third patrol officer under Prequeil.

Balseze, who was usually high and mighty, did not dare to show the slightest disrespect in front of the Prefecture Lord.

"Can you repeat what you just said?"

Prequeil's tone was very calm, as if there were no emotional fluctuations.

However, Balseze was even more terrified. As a long-time subordinate of Prequeil, he knew very well that this lord was already on the verge of a violent rage.

"My Lord, in the last few hundred thousand years, the faith energy under our control has shown a significant decrease, from the original fifty percent to less than thirty percent now."

Although Balseze was terrified, he dared not conceal the truth and immediately reported it truthfully.

He certainly knew what the consequences of reporting the truth would be, but he also knew what kind of end he would face if he dared to conceal it and was discovered.

"Don't tell me you only came to tell me this after you found out!"

Prequeil stood up abruptly, as if he would send this old subordinate to his death in the next second.

"No, my Lord. I immediately sent people to check the subordinate Material Planes, and I discovered that the Light Church in many planes has been destroyed by a force called the Interstellar Federation."

Balseze wiped the sweat from his brow and answered immediately.

He was filled with doubt regarding this matter, having verified its authenticity repeatedly before finally confirming that it was indeed the Interstellar Federation that had destroyed the Light Church.

He was completely bewildered, as in the past, it had always been the Dark Church or other sects competing with them for the power of faith.

What was this Interstellar Federation? They didn't possess the attribute of a Sovereign, so what was the point of them targeting the Light Church?

Balseze thought for a long time but couldn't make sense of it, so he finally decided to report it directly.

"Interstellar Federation? What is that?"

Prequeil frowned; it was a name he had never heard of, one that had never appeared before.

"This, your subordinate does not know. I arranged for some people to go down and investigate, but the people we captured only knew that this force called the Interstellar Federation appeared suddenly, occupied the entire Material Plane, and destroyed both the Light Church and the Dark Church."

"The people we sent did not capture any core members of the Interstellar Federation. They were like prophets; every time our people arrived, they were already gone."

"As for where this Interstellar Federation came from or who founded it, we have found nothing."

Balseze broke out in a cold sweat and answered while bracing himself.

"What a piece of trash!" Prequeil cursed without reservation.

"Your subordinate deserves death!" Balseze felt a sense of grievance, but he dared not voice it and could only lower his head to admit his fault.

In reality, Balseze had his own hidden troubles; he had drawn a group of people from the Sovereign's Army and sent them to the out-of-control Material Planes.

As it turned out, none of those teams had ever seen the enemy.

The so-called high-level members of the Interstellar Federation seemed to be prophets; they would vanish the moment his men arrived. When they captured the existing locals to interrogate them, they found that those people had been there just a short while ago.

It was as if they had placed eyes next to the planar teleportation arrays; the moment his men arrived in the plane, those people would run away, leaving behind a group of people who knew nothing.

Balseze could not understand how that group managed it. The entire process should have been that the moment his men descended into the Material Plane, the high-level members of the Interstellar Federation discovered them immediately and then escaped using unknown means.

As for how they discovered them or what method they used to escape, he did not know and could not imagine it. He had never seen a god-level detection radar, nor did he know what a space portal was.

In his understanding, only a Sovereign could detect their army the moment a teleportation array was activated, and only a Sovereign could take those gods away through the spatial turbulence.

Balseze's thinking could not be considered wrong; it was simply that his cognition was limited.

To maintain secrecy, the Federation had naturally made thorough preparations.

First, each plane was divided into two parts: members of the Federation headquarters and local members of the plane.

Core secrets were known only to the headquarters staff; the locals only knew that the Federation was a powerful force and knew nothing about the Federation's origins.

In every plane, an emergency portal was set up so that if danger appeared, the headquarters staff could run back immediately.

As for the locals, they knew too little about the Federation to provide any useful intelligence.

At the same time, the Federation had installed a monitoring system next to the spatial teleportation magic arrays. As soon as anyone from the Divine Plane appeared, an alarm would sound immediately.

The Federation members would flee at once, leaving absolutely nothing behind.

Therefore, when the members of the Sovereign's Army arrived at the Material Plane, they could only find some locals who knew the name of the Federation, but nothing else.

"Tell me the situation in detail."

Prequeil was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, and then asked.

Anger was one thing, but things still had to be done. Regardless, he had to understand the situation clearly and consider how to resolve this matter.

As for this piece of trash, it wouldn't be too late to decide whether to kill him after the matter was concluded.

"Yes, my lord. The specific situation is as follows..."

Balseze breathed a slight sigh of relief and immediately began a detailed explanation.

He knew that since his lord had not killed him on the spot, it meant he was still of use.

As long as he was useful, he had a chance to redeem his crimes and would not be executed.

"You scoundrel, you dare to lie to me!" After hearing Balseze's detailed reply, Prequeil's first reaction was that this thing was playing him for a fool.

What kind of joke was this? Detecting their army instantly and escaping instantly.

Escape to where? In the Material Plane, without using a teleportation array, one could only escape through spatial turbulence, and only a Sovereign could move through spatial turbulence.

Moreover, there were Highgods in the Sovereign's Army; how could the other side detect them without the Highgods noticing?

This bastard actually fabricated such a story, trying to make me think that a Sovereign had intervened so he could shirk his own responsibility?

How much courage did he have to dare to use a Sovereign to deceive him?