Plane Warden

"So it's him!" Liewen, who was familiar with the original story, was no stranger to Hodan.

In the Coiling Dragon World, there are four Higher Planes, seven Divine Planes, and countless material planes like the Yulan Continent.

The four Higher Planes were created by the four Supreme Gods of Destruction, Fate, Life, and Death, while the seven Divine Planes were created by the seven Sovereign Gods of Earth, Fire, Water, Wind, Light, Darkness, and Lightning.

The four Higher Planes and seven Divine Planes are gathering places for god-level experts; the Saint Realm is merely the lowest tier of existence there.

Any life form that reaches the Saint Realm in a material plane can choose to travel to the four Higher Planes or the seven Divine Planes.

One of the duties of a Plane Overseer is to inform the Saint Realm experts of the material plane about the four Higher Planes and seven Divine Planes, allowing them to make a choice.

If someone chooses to travel to these planes, the Plane Overseer will activate a teleportation array to send them away.

Hodan was introducing the situation of the four Higher Planes and seven Divine Planes to Liewen.

Liewen pretended not to know anything and listened carefully.

"Liewen, you have also reached the Saint Realm and are qualified to go to the four Higher Planes and seven Divine Planes. Since you cultivate the Laws of Light, going to the Plane of Light would allow you to achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"Of course, generally speaking, the Divine Planes are inferior to the Higher Planes, so I suggest you go to a Higher Plane."

"Well? What is your choice?" Hodan looked at Liewen with a smile.

"Lord Hodan, I do not wish to leave the Yulan Continent plane for the time being," Liewen said.

On the Yulan Continent, ordinary people live in stable nations like the four great empires. Although there may be injustices, their safety is at least guaranteed most of the time.

The four Higher Planes and seven Divine Planes are completely different. The Saint Realm is just the bottom rung there, with no safety to speak of, and one could be killed at any moment.

The higher planes are extremely cruel worlds for the strong.

Going to the four Higher Planes and seven Divine Planes as a Saint Realm expert is no different from seeking death, Liewen thought to himself.

Furthermore, once one travels to a higher plane, returning to a material plane is incredibly difficult.

"Very well." Seeing that Liewen had made his choice, Hodan said no more.

"I live on the highest ice mountain in the Extreme Northern Ice Plains. If you change your mind, you can go there to find me."

"Understood, thank you, Lord Hodan," Liewen said.

Hodan nodded, stopped lingering, and transformed into a streak of light, flying off toward the horizon.

Liewen returned to the cabin to continue his cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed, and Liewen and his group arrived at a port in the middle of the Southwest Province.

They then traveled by land toward Chiyan City in the O'Brien Empire.

This journey of nearly four thousand li would take about fifteen to twenty days to complete.

"White-Clad Light Saint?"

Along the way, Liewen heard many rumors about himself.

Information was relatively scarce on the Yulan River, but once he stepped ashore, he realized that his battle with Useno had already spread throughout the O'Brien Empire.

Before this, he had no fame, and almost no one knew his name, so the public had given him a title.

Is 'White-Clad' because I wore white that day? Or because the Light Armor is white? And 'Light Saint' because I cultivate the Laws of Light?

Liewen laughed nonchalantly.

His title was simple and easy to understand, and his personal characteristics were clear at a glance.

On the Yulan Continent, many famous Saint Realm experts have titles.

Like the Starry Sky Sword Saint Tylong, the Genius Sword Saint Olivier, and the Rock Sword Saint Haydson.

Liewen did not care about having a title.

Twenty days later, Liewen's group arrived outside Chiyan City.

"Sir, the commission is complete."

"Thank you!"

Liewen handed the gold coins for the commission to the captain of the mercenary squad. After the other party confirmed the amount was correct, he bid Liewen farewell and left with his brothers.

"Brother Liewen, is this Chiyan City? Is my father here?"

Laina was a little nervous.

"Yes, you will see your father very soon." Laina held Liewen's hand tightly, her eyes filled with both nervousness and anticipation.

Liewen led Laina toward the city gate.

Chiyan City was even more magnificent and vast than Fenlai City or Hess City. In terms of area, it could be called the greatest city on the Yulan Continent, comparable only to the capital of the Yulan Empire.

Standing outside Chiyan City, one could see War God Mountain in the distance.

The War God Sect was located on War God Mountain. It was founded by the War God, and the lowest-ranked personal disciples were at least level nine. There were also many Saint Realm experts, and the eldest disciple, Fain, was one of the five peak Saint Realm experts of the Yulan Continent.

Liewen was leading Laina, and before they even reached the city gate, he saw Kuhn.

A few years had passed, but Kuhn had not changed much. After all, he was a level eight warrior; as long as there were no accidents, living for three or four hundred years was no problem, so a few years meant nothing.

Kuhn was now serving as the captain of a guard squad at the residence of Jad Daril, the Left Chancellor of the O'Brien Empire.

Liewen had already sent a letter to Kuhn in advance, so Kuhn had specifically taken the day off and arrived here early in the morning to wait.

Kuhn saw Liewen and Lena, his eyes lighting up immediately as he rushed over and pulled Lena into his arms.

"Lena, it's Father, it's Father..." Kuhn repeated over and over, his voice thick with tears.

Lena was stunned at first, then her eyes began to redden.

Although Lena was sensible and strong, she was still less than nine years old, and she couldn't help but start to cry.

The reunion of father and daughter was naturally emotional, and Liewen stood quietly to the side, not wanting to disturb them.

After a long while, Kuhn finally calmed down.

"Mr. Liewen, I am truly sorry!" Kuhn apologized, realizing he had left Liewen standing to the side the whole time.

"It's fine, I understand," Liewen said with a smile.

"Mr. Liewen, thank you for taking care of Lena all these years. I don't know how to repay you."

"There is no need for repayment; I have already taken the secret technique of your Bo Lei Clan."

"Then why not come to my home for a visit? Let me properly fulfill my duties as a host."

"Alright." Liewen did not refuse, as he intended to stay in Chiyan City for a while anyway, waiting to witness the reunion of Linley and Delia.

Liewen followed Kuhn into the city, and as they walked, Kuhn introduced him to some of the basic aspects of Chiyan City.

The streets of Chiyan City were very wide, with pedestrians coming and going, many of whom were clearly warriors or mages.

From time to time, Liewen heard discussions about the White-Clad Light Saint.

Kuhn suddenly lowered his voice: "Mr. Liewen, you are quite the celebrity now."

Kuhn was a guard for the Left Prime Minister's family, and since the family had purchased a memory crystal ball, he had been able to see the battle between Liewen and Useno.

He had been shocked for a long time when he realized Liewen was a Saint Realm powerhouse.

Liewen gave a wry smile: "So many people know about me?"

Kuhn replied: "Of course. The nobles in the imperial capital have basically all seen the memory crystal ball of your battle. Ordinary citizens can't afford that many gold coins, but through word of mouth, they know of your deeds. They just haven't seen the footage and don't know what you look like; otherwise, you would already be surrounded by onlookers."

Hearing this, Liewen breathed a slight sigh of relief. He preferred peace and quiet and did not like being the center of attention.