Departure for Hell

With God-Slaying activated, Prequeil's Divine Clone died instantly.

At the same time, inside a grand hall in the Radiant Plane, Prequeil jolted awake. His face turned deathly pale.

"I'm finished!"

At that moment, Prequeil was filled with regret. He wished he could slap his past self for getting involved in this mess for no reason.

Of all the people he could have provoked, he had picked a Paragon—and lost his strongest Divine Clone in the process.

He had held the position of commander for who knew how many billions of years.

He had thought this would be a simple matter. He would step in and take care of it in an instant.

But who could have expected that one wrong step would bring endless regret? His strongest Divine Clone had fallen just like that.

He had survived the Plane Battlefield back then and even obtained Sovereign's Might. But this time...

Although this man didn't seem to be a renowned powerhouse who had made a name for himself in the Divine Planes, he had an Asura as a subordinate, wielded unknown methods Prequeil had never seen before, and had killed Prequeil's clone in an instant, without giving it any chance to fight back. He could only be a Paragon.

Having lost his strongest Divine Clone, he was now just a Six-Star Fiend. What was he supposed to do next?

"I'll gather up my wealth, make preparations for a while, and then leave."

Prequeil wanted to cry, but he had no choice but to start making plans for the future.

He had amassed quite a lot of Light Stones. That wealth would be more than enough, whether he wanted to travel or settle down in a city.

Over the years, he had offended quite a few people. To avoid retaliation, he would keep the news hidden for now.

Anyway, as long as he didn't show up for a long time, people would naturally assume he was dead.

Eventually, someone would challenge the commander and become the new one. In time, he would be forgotten.

As for the sense of loss that came with losing his authority, he could only work through it himself.

And revenge? Give me a break. Take revenge on a Paragon? Unless he was the Sovereign's own son.

That was probably how most commanders felt after being killed by a Paragon.

Someone like Molder, the Tianshan Prefecture Lord, who had information about a Supreme God Mission and used it to lure a Sovereign into killing a Paragon—

He had to be out of his mind.

Even if all of it were true, and Linley really did have the Supreme God Token, a Sovereign probably wouldn't let Molder off in the end for what he had done.

Besides, Linley was a Paragon. Even if he were killed, he had plenty of friends who were cultivators. How could Molder, a man who had lost his strongest Divine Clone, possibly stand against them?

Prequeil certainly wasn't a Sovereign's son—not even a descendant—so naturally, he had no thoughts of revenge.

To put it bluntly, even if a son of the Chief Sovereign of Light were killed by a Paragon, the Chief Sovereign of Light wouldn't care much. After all, he had more than a hundred sons. Unless the one killed was Hanjin.

After all, Hanjin was his most outstanding son and the head of the family.

The problem was, Hanjin had three Sovereign Artifacts. Even a Paragon couldn't kill him. At most, they could banish him into the Spatial Turbulence.

As for the others, only Sovereigns like the Bauhinia Sovereign, who had just one son, or the Azure Dragon Sovereign Reding, who had only a son and a daughter, would bother to intervene.

Even if Gaia's son Fu'erhan died, the Azure Dragon Sovereign Reding probably wouldn't care much.

If Gaia sought revenge and was then killed, with Reding stepping in afterward, that would be another matter.

Huosi had no idea what Prequeil was thinking, nor did he care. He simply put away the divine spark and began preparing for the next stage.

"My lord, what should we do next?"

Adkins thought for a moment, then was the first to ask.

No matter what, the man they had killed seemed to be a renowned powerhouse in the Divine Planes, so handling the aftermath might be a little troublesome.

Of course, it was only a little troublesome. People died in the Divine Planes every day. The death of a single commander was no big deal.

"It's not a problem. We'll abandon this plane. Notify the Federation Expeditionary Army to rest for a while."

Huosi thought it over and decided to suspend the expedition for now.

No matter what, occupying Material Planes on a large scale might attract the Sovereigns' attention. After all, the Radiant Sovereign and the Chief Sovereign of Darkness both needed faith power.

The territory he had occupied was still far smaller than what the Radiant Sovereign and the Chief Sovereign of Darkness controlled, but it was better to avoid drawing the Sovereigns' attention if possible.

As long as he didn't destroy large swaths of the Material Planes occupied by the Sovereigns, they wouldn't personally descend.

"Let's head back and rest. Get everything ready. In a while, we'll go take a look at the Divine Planes."

Huosi considered it for a while, then looked at the three of them and spoke.

"The Divine Planes?"

At Huosi's words, Leilin's heart stirred. He had yearned to visit the Divine Planes for years.

In truth, with his current strength, he could venture into the Divine Planes alone without any problem.

Or rather, any one of them could carve out a place for themselves in the Divine Planes.

It was just that they had already agreed to set off together for the Divine Planes when the time was right.

"The Divine Planes... There should be plenty of powerful people there!"

Pusiluo clenched his fists, eager to try.

As someone who loved to fight, he had been looking forward to battling in the Divine Planes for a long time.

Huosi felt a little anticipation too. After all, he had been in the Coiling Dragon World for over a hundred million years, yet he had spent that entire time developing in the Material Planes.

Someone like him had to be an oddity across the countless planes.

After all, in the Material Planes, one could become invincible in a million years, let alone billions.

Beirut had only lived for a few million years in the Yulan Plane.

Usually, most people who left the Material Planes for the Divine Planes were from the Saint Realm.

The Sovereign armies were always mocking those Saint Realm people for throwing their lives away, but in truth, those from the Saint Realm were the majority. In the Divine Planes, even a Midgod could only just barely hope to survive.

There had been people who broke through to Highgod in the Material Planes before setting out, but they were few and far between. Once someone became invincible in the Material Planes, how many could bear to stay?

After all, under normal circumstances, an average Highgod might need a hundred million years to break through. Someone like Tarosha, who had lived for several million years, was still only a Midgod.

In truth, with the strength of people like Huosi and the others, any one of them could be considered a powerhouse in Hell.

They were already among the most cautious people ever to set out from the Material Planes.

A hundred years later, at the Federation headquarters, Huosi finally emerged after refining a divine spark and breaking through to Highgod.

Since arriving in the Coiling Dragon Universe, he had started out as a Lowgod and grown stronger step by step. Today, he had become a true Highgod—and his strength was already at the Asura level.

"My lord, we've checked the storage boxes. There are thirty thousand rings in total."

Adkins had been waiting for quite some time. He reported the news excitedly.

Over the years, he had gathered large quantities of every kind of supply they needed, ensuring they could quickly obtain enough currency in the Divine Planes and establish a power of their own.

"Good. Are the supplies inside sufficient?" Huosi nodded and asked.

"Yes. We gathered all kinds of supplies from the warehouses. Of the divine sparks we've stored over the years, I took out one million Lowgod divine sparks and thirty thousand Midgod divine sparks. As for Highgod divine sparks, we only have seven."

"I know. It's too hard to come across Highgods in the Material Planes."

Huosi nodded. Over all these years, they had conquered so many Material Planes, but most of the divine sparks they had collected were from Lowgods and Midgods. Otherwise, he wouldn't have only just obtained an Earth Element Highgod divine spark.

"Besides that, we've prepared all kinds of artifacts: one hundred million Lowgod spears and five million Midgod spears; one hundred and fifty million Lowgod swords and eight million Midgod swords; seventy million Lowgod bows and three million Midgod bows. We don't have many Highgod Artifacts of any kind—fewer than a thousand."

"For defensive artifacts, we have two hundred million of each type of Material Defense Artifact, and three hundred million doses of soul-nourishing medicine. We also have one million intelligent spaceships."

"Besides that, we have several thousand sets of basic armor from the armory, along with the experimental starships and Water Drop Detectors."

"Good. These preparations should be enough for now. Is everyone else ready?" Huosi asked.

"Yes. Leilin is leaving behind his true body and Earth Divine Clone. Beirut is leaving behind his true body and Darkness Divine Clone. I'll leave my true body and Darkness Divine Clone behind as well. While you're away, I'll manage the Federation. As for Pusiluo, he only has one Divine Clone, so he'll leave behind his true body."

"Excellent. Then let's go."

Huosi turned and looked back at Qingya Continent.

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

"My lords, where would you like to go?" The Plane Guardian dropped to his knees with a swish and asked respectfully.

At that moment, he felt conflicted. Normally, a Plane Guardian should be the ruler of a Material Plane.

But for some reason, the Plane Guardian in this Yulan Plane had become little more than a figurehead.

When he heard the previous guardian say there were many Highgods here, he was utterly dismayed. But he had no choice; he had to follow the orders from above, so he had accepted the assignment despite his misgivings.

Over the years, he had been extremely cautious, not daring to travel around the continent. He had only hoped the assignment would end soon.

And today, these lords had finally finished their lives in the Material Plane and were preparing to leave.

"We're going to Hell!"

Huosi didn't spare the guardian a glance. The guardians had changed so many times over the years that he was used to it.

"My lords, please stand in the center of the teleportation array," the guardian said cautiously.

Huosi and the others stood in the teleportation array to Hell. A flash of light followed, and the five of them vanished.

The four Supreme Planes, Hell.

Bifu Continent, Feiyue Mountain.

A green half-moon hung in the sky, its cool light bathing the entire world.

The surging sea battered the highest peaks again and again. At the summit, an enormous magic array spanning a hundred meters radiated an ancient aura.

Two men in green robes stood quietly outside the teleportation array, guarding it.

The next moment, the array lit up, and the figures of a group of five gradually appeared.

"More people have arrived? Hm?" A Bifu Army soldier looked toward the center of the array, and his pupils suddenly contracted.