Setting Off for Hell

As the God-Slaying was unleashed, the divine clone of Prequeil died instantly.

At the same time, within a grand hall in the Radiant Plane, Prequeil jolted awake, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.

"It's all over now!"

In this moment, Prequeil's heart was filled with regret; he wanted nothing more than to slap his past self for stirring up trouble for no reason.

Of all the people he could have provoked, he had to go and offend a Grand Perfection, sacrificing his strongest divine clone in the process.

He had held the position of Commander for countless billions of years.

This time, he had assumed it was merely a trivial matter that he could resolve with a wave of his hand.

Yet, who could have foreseen that a single misstep would lead to eternal regret, resulting in the fall of his strongest divine clone just like that?

He hadn't even died back when he was on the Plane Battlefield, where he had instead managed to obtain Sovereign Power; and yet, this time...

Although this person did not appear to be a long-renowned powerhouse of the divine planes, the fact that he could command an Asura as a subordinate, employ unknown methods he had never witnessed before, and slaughter his clone without the slightest resistance meant he was undoubtedly a Grand Perfection.

Having lost his strongest divine clone, he was now merely a Six-Star Fiend. What was he to do now?

"I'll collect the wealth I have on hand, prepare for a while, and then leave."

Prequeil felt like crying, but he had no choice but to start making plans for his future.

He had accumulated quite a lot of *Light Stone*s; this wealth would be more than enough for him to travel or settle down in some city.

Over the years, he had offended quite a few people, so he decided to keep the news hidden to prevent retaliation.

In any case, as long as he didn't appear for a long time, people would naturally assume he was dead.

Gradually, someone would come to challenge the position of Commander, a new one would emerge, and eventually, he would be forgotten.

As for the sense of loss from losing his power, he would just have to slowly come to terms with it himself.

As for revenge? Don't make me laugh. Seeking revenge against a Grand Perfection? Unless he was the biological son of a Sovereign.

Or perhaps, this was the mindset of most *Commander*s after being killed by a Grand Perfection.

Someone like the Prefect of Tianshan, Molder, who used information about a Supreme God Token to bait a Sovereign into killing a Grand Perfection—one could only say that something was definitely wrong with his brain.

Even if all of that were true and Linley really possessed a Supreme God Token, a Sovereign would likely not let him off in the end for such behavior.

Moreover, as a Grand Perfection, even if Linley were killed, he had many friends who were cultivators; how could a guy like Molder, who had lost his strongest divine clone, possibly stand against them?

Prequeil was naturally not a Sovereign's son, not even a descendant, so he naturally had no thoughts of revenge.

To put it bluntly, even if one of the Chief Sovereign of Light's sons were killed by a Grand Perfection, the Chief Sovereign of Light wouldn't care much, as he had over a hundred sons—unless the one killed was Hanjin.

After all, Hanjin was his most outstanding son and also the patriarch of the clan.

The problem was that Hanjin possessed three *Sovereign Artifact*s, so even a Grand Perfection couldn't kill him; at most, they could only banish him into the spatial turbulence.

Only those like the Bauhinia Sovereign, who had only one child, or the Azure Dragon Sovereign Reding, who had only one son and one daughter, would care.

Even if Gaia's son Fu'erhan were killed, the Azure Dragon Sovereign Reding would likely not care much.

As for Gaia seeking revenge and then being killed, that would be a different matter entirely if Reding were to intervene.

Huosi did not know what Prequeil was thinking, nor would he care; he simply put away the godspark and began preparing for the next phase.

"My Lord, what shall we do next?"

Adkins thought for a moment and was the first to ask.

Regardless, the guy they killed seemed to be a famous powerhouse in the divine planes, and the subsequent handling might be a bit troublesome.

Of course, it was only a little troublesome; after all, people died in the divine planes every day, and the death of one Commander was no big deal.

"It's not a major issue. For now, we will abandon this plane and notify the Federation Expeditionary Army to rest for a while."

Huosi pondered and decided to halt the expedition for a period.

Regardless, large-scale occupation of *Material Plane*s could still potentially attract the attention of Sovereigns, as the Radiant Sovereign and the Darkness Sovereign had a demand for faith energy.

Although the portion he occupied was far less than what the Radiant Sovereign and Darkness Sovereign held, it was better to avoid attracting the attention of Sovereigns as much as possible.

As long as he didn't destroy the *Material Plane*s occupied by the Sovereigns on a large scale, the Sovereigns wouldn't bother descending personally.

"Let's go back and rest first. Once we are prepared, we will go to the divine planes to take a look after some time."

Huosi thought for a while and looked at the three of them as he spoke.

"The divine planes?"

Hearing Huosi's words, Leilin's heart stirred. Over these years, he had also been longing for the divine planes for a long time.

In fact, with his current strength, there would be absolutely no problem for him to venture into the divine planes on his own.

Or rather, in reality, any one of them could carve out a piece of the world for themselves in the divine planes.

It was just that they had already discussed it beforehand: when the time was right, they would set off for the divine planes together.

"The divine planes... there should be quite a few powerhouses there!"

Pusiluo clenched his fists, eager to give it a try.

As someone who enjoys combat, he had been looking forward to battles in the Divine Plane for a long time.

Huosi also felt a sense of anticipation in his heart. One must know that he had been in the Coiling Dragon universe for over a hundred million years, yet he had spent the entire time developing within the Material Plane.

For someone like him, he was likely an anomaly among the countless planes.

After all, in a Material Plane, one becomes invincible within a million years, let alone a hundred million.

In the original story, Beirut only lived for a few million years in the Yulan Plane.

Under normal circumstances, for those traveling from a Material Plane to a Divine Plane, the Saint Realm is the norm.

The Sovereign's Army always mocks those Saint Realm practitioners for seeking death, but in reality, the Saint Realm is the mainstream; a Lowgod barely has a chance to survive in the Divine Plane.

It is not as if no one has ever broken through to become a Highgod before leaving the Material Plane, but such cases are extremely rare. After becoming invincible in a Material Plane, how many can truly restrain themselves?

One must understand that under normal circumstances, a Highgod with average talent might take a hundred million years to break through. Someone like Tarosha, who has lived for millions of years, is only a Lowgod.

In fact, given the strength of people like Huosi, any one of them could be considered a powerhouse upon arriving in Hell.

They could already be considered the most cautious group of people to ever depart from a Material Plane.

A hundred years later, Huosi, who had finally refined a Divine Spark and broken through to become a Highgod, walked out of the Federation headquarters.

Having arrived in the Coiling Dragon universe, he started as a Lowgod and gradually grew stronger. Today, he had become a true Highgod, and his strength was already at the level of an Asura.

"My Lord, the spatial storage boxes have been checked. There are thirty thousand rings in total."

Adkins had been waiting for a long time and reported with excitement.

Over these years, he had prepared a large quantity of all necessary supplies to ensure that they could quickly acquire enough currency in the Divine Plane to establish their own faction.

"Mm, the supplies inside are all well-stocked, right?" Huosi nodded and continued to ask.

"Yes, we have prepared a batch of every type of supply from the warehouse. Of the Divine Sparks stored over the years, I have taken out one million Lowgod Divine Sparks, thirty thousand Midgod Divine Sparks, and as for Highgod Divine Sparks, there are only seven."

"I know. After all, it is too difficult to encounter a Highgod in the Material Plane."

Huosi nodded. Over so many years, they had conquered so many Material Planes, and the Divine Sparks they collected were mostly from Lowgods and Midgods; otherwise, he wouldn't have only just obtained an earth-style Highgod Divine Spark now.

"In addition, we have prepared various divine artifacts: one hundred million Lowgod-level spears, five million Midgod-level spears, one hundred fifty million Lowgod-level swords, eight million Midgod-level swords, seventy million Lowgod-level bows, three million Midgod-level bows, and there are not many Highgod-level divine artifacts—fewer than one thousand."

"For defensive divine artifacts, there are two hundred million of each type of material defense artifact, three hundred million soul-nourishing medicines, and one million intelligent spaceships."

"Furthermore, there are several thousand basic battle armors in the armory, as well as the star-class warships and water-drop detectors that have been tested."

"Mm, these preparations should be sufficient for now. Is everyone else ready?" Huosi continued to ask.

"Yes, Leilin has left his original body and earth divine clone behind, Beirut has left his original body and darkness divine clone behind, and I have left my original body and darkness divine clone behind. When you are away, My Lord, I will manage the Federation well. As for Pusiluo, he only has one divine clone, so he is only leaving his original body."

"Very good. Then, let us depart," Huosi turned back and took one last look at the Qingya Continent.

Three days later, five figures arrived at the teleportation array together.

"My Lord, where are you planning to go?" The plane guardian knelt down with a 'whoosh' and asked respectfully.

At this moment, his mood was also very complicated. Generally speaking, a plane guardian should be the ruler of a Material Plane.

However, in this plane called Yulan, no one knew when it started, but the plane guardian had become a mere figurehead.

When he heard from the previous guardian that there were many Highgods here, he felt terrible, but there was no choice; he had to follow the orders from above, so he bit the bullet and accepted the mission.

For many years, he had been extremely cautious, not daring to travel across the continent, only hoping that his mission would end quickly.

And today, these lords were finally ending their life in the Material Plane and preparing to leave.

"We are going to Hell!"

Huosi did not look at the guardian much. Over so many years, having seen countless guardians come and go, he was long used to it.

"My Lords, please stand in the center of the teleportation array." The guardian continued, speaking cautiously.

Huosi led the others to stand on the teleportation array bound for Hell. Shortly after, a bright light shone, and the figures of the group disappeared.

The four Supreme Planes, Hell.

Bifu Continent, Feiyue Mountain.

A green crescent moon hung in the sky, casting a cold, green light over the entire world.

Surging seawater constantly crashed against the highest peak. At the summit, a massive magic array covering a hundred meters emitted an ancient aura.

Two men in green robes stood quietly outside the teleportation array, keeping watch in silence.

The next moment, the light of the teleportation array flared, and the figures of a five-person team slowly emerged.

"Someone has arrived again? Hmm?" The Bifu Army soldier looked toward the center of the teleportation array, his pupils suddenly constricting.