The Great Decisive Battle Arrives

Suddenly—

"Rumble—", a terrifying roar echoed across the horizon. Simultaneously, energy fluctuations akin to the collapse of heaven and earth erupted from the Galaxy Channel, surging wildly in all directions.

A vast number of buildings on both banks of the Galaxy were caught in these energy ripples, instantly disintegrating into dust and exposing the soldiers and commanders who had been sheltering inside. Almost in an instant, countless soldiers and commanders on both sides of the Galaxy turned their gazes toward the Galaxy Channel.

The two mighty divine armies stood facing each other across the river, all eyes locked onto the Galaxy Channel.

Desterie also awoke from his meditation. Looking into the distance, he saw both Galaxy Channels emitting seven-colored rays of light. These beams shot into the sky, churning the space above and making the two channels more conspicuous than ever before.

According to the rules of the Plane War, at the final moment of the millennium, the Galaxy Channel would erupt with seven-colored light, causing the heavens and earth to tremble—this was the signal that the decisive battle had begun!

The decisive battle had begun!

"This day has finally come!" Seeing this scene, Desterie recalled the "Foresight" vision from two hundred thousand years ago and couldn't help but murmur to himself, a sense of unavoidable tension rising in his heart.

Without any unified command, and without a moment's hesitation.

"Kill!" A roar that shook the heavens erupted instantly.

The soldiers who had long been stationed on both banks of the Galaxy Channel immediately surged forward in a mad, overwhelming tide, charging across the Galaxy Channel toward the opposite side.

Before long, the space above the Galaxy Channel and down to the surface of the river was densely packed with soldiers. These soldiers generally formed groups of a hundred, launching collective material or soul attacks to compensate for the gap in quality with sheer quantity.

Unlike typical Plane Wars, these collective attacks were frequently punctuated by pure white and light gray Sovereign Power, which possessed terrifying might and caused even greater devastation.

These attacks fell like a torrential rain, resulting in blood spraying everywhere, God Sparks falling, and badges dropping in chaotic profusion.

Desterie looked at the "purgatory" before him, watching these six-star and seven-star powerhouses being harvested like blades of grass, and couldn't help but ask, "Dalayer, you say they cultivated bitterly for countless years just to witness the Plane Battlefield, only to have their strongest divine clones destroyed here—is it worth it?"

Dalayer smiled faintly, "There is no worth or worthlessness, only willingness. Desterie, sometimes living too long is also a form of torture, a slow-acting poison."

Desterie nodded, his consciousness sinking into his soul space, where that white jade, rotating slowly for eternity, remained filled with starlight.

"Strong Luck!" As his consciousness issued the command, the white jade instantly extended several illusory threads, seemingly drawing fortune from the void. Then, an indescribable, strange power began to flow continuously into Desterie's soul.

Opening his eyes again, Desterie felt no different than usual, but he knew clearly that his luck had reached a terrifying level.

Patting Dalayer on the shoulder, he immediately ignited a drop of Sovereign Power of Destruction and leaped from the rear of the army directly to the front lines of the conflict. Since the Chief God Spark had been seen by Croken, its point of appearance must be near Croken.

With two Sovereign Artifacts on his person and terrifying fortune backing him, Desterie did not intend to cower in the back; he intended to charge forward and seize his destiny!

Fate is controlled by one's own hands!

Seeing Desterie depart, Dalayer instantly reverted to her golden liquid state, igniting her Sovereign Power and assuming her strongest defensive form to prepare for any eventuality.

In this decisive battle, her only mission was to protect herself.

Just as Desterie used "Strong Luck," outside the Plane Battlefield, amidst the void turbulence, dozens of Sovereigns stood tall; the spatial turbulence could not affect them in the slightest. All the Sovereigns were watching the decisive battle intently, with little conversation.

Orloff, who was watching the Galaxy Channel closely, suddenly froze and muttered to himself, "Just now, there seemed to be a hint of discord!"

The Sovereign of Light, who shared a telepathic connection with him, asked, "What is wrong?"

Orloff shook his head, "I can't put my finger on it, but it feels as if some unobservable change has occurred."

The Sovereign of Vermilion Bird, Nemo, spoke up at this moment, "Lord Orloff, you were actually able to invite the Destruction Rule Paragon Iluka; I wonder which Sovereign managed to persuade him? Was it you, or perhaps Tarok, or, heh, Angnak?"

The tone of his voice carried clear contempt for Angnak.

As a middle-tier Sovereign, Angnak could not endure such mockery and immediately interjected, "Nemo, if you want to start a war, we can fight right now!"

Leiding said in a gruff voice, "Bring it on, do you think we're afraid of you?"

Orloff laughed heartily, "Everyone, let's just watch the Plane War properly. There's no need to rush into a fight right now!"

"Indeed, once the war ends, we will naturally bear witness to your battle!" The Sovereign of Death also laughed, though her "gaze" remained fixed on Desterie within the Plane Battlefield.

"This brat, why has he run into the heart of the enemy's territory? What exactly is he trying to do?" she wondered, filled with confusion.

Desterie sped through the air above the Galaxy Channel, and those concentrated attacks all strangely grazed past him, allowing him to carve out a perfect, unscathed path across the Galaxy Channel.

There was even one material attack that should have struck Desterie directly, only to be blasted away by another attack launched by the enemy.

Desterie's bizarre behavior naturally drew the attention of many Sovereigns, who were deeply curious.

The Sovereign of Life, Vivian, who possessed flowing hair and a gentle, serene face, asked, "Big Sister, look at the greatsword in his hand; it seems to be your Sovereign Envoy. What is he doing?"

The Sovereign of Death shook her head, "I don't know his intentions either. Perhaps he wants to do something in the rear of the Heavenly Realm."

Orloff watched with rapt attention, "His movement trajectory is truly miraculous. Relying on the speed boosted by Sovereign Power, he has perfectly avoided every single attack. Even when I was at the Highgod stage, I might not have been able to possess such foresight!"

The sharp-eyed Sovereign of Destruction, Uthred, was startled, "Orloff, you are the first Paragon Highgod in heaven and earth. With such an evaluation, are you suggesting that this brat has already become a Paragon?"

Orloff smiled, "You have seen his strength; if he were a Paragon, his performance would be more than this.

But nothing in this world is absolute. One does not necessarily need to be a Paragon to have areas where one surpasses a Paragon, and this Sovereign Envoy is exactly that."

Seeing the Sovereign of Fate give such a high evaluation, the other Sovereigns paid even closer attention to Desterie.