Seizing Fate

Uthred was about to say something when Vivian, the Sovereign of Life, suddenly interrupted. "Eldest Sister, Uthred, stop arguing. The Netherworld has just won one of the Galaxy Channels!"

Her voice was full of disbelief. This turn of events had completely exceeded her expectations.

Uthred exclaimed in surprise, "How is that possible? The Heavenly Realm clearly had the advantage in both channels!"

He once again turned his "gaze" toward the Galaxy Channels, but out of the corner of his eye, he happened to catch sight of Orloff.

The Sovereign of Fate, renowned for his gentle temperament, now wore a livid expression, barely suppressing a fury that seemed ready to erupt at any moment. How could this be? Given Orloff's nature, even a defeat shouldn't have left him so rattled!

What had just happened in the Galaxy Channel in the brief time it had taken them to exchange a few words?!

After sweeping his gaze over the Galaxy Channels, the Sovereign of Death spoke in a voice of utter astonishment. "The other Galaxy Channel won!

"It was Iluka, the Paragon Highgod. He—he actually switched sides!"

Iluka, a Paragon Highgod who had achieved Grand Perfection in Destruction, was the only known Paragon Highgod to cultivate the Destruction Rule.

He had lived in seclusion on a Material Plane for many years. It wasn't until before this Plane War that the Fate Intermediate Sovereign Angnak and the Four Divine Beast Sovereigns discovered his whereabouts. Later, Angnak commissioned Manlu, the Earth Low-level Sovereign, to invite him out and help the Heavenly Realm in the Plane War.

As the only Paragon in this battle, his presence had all but decided its outcome and heralded the Heavenly Realm's Ten-Win Streak.

And yet, a figure like him had actually switched sides!

With his defection, the Heavenly Realm's army in one Galaxy Channel had been attacked from both sides and swiftly wiped out. As a result, the Netherworld had won that channel! This meant the Netherworld was guaranteed at least a draw in this Plane War!

In truth, it was more than just a draw. This half-victory had directly ended the Heavenly Realm's Ten-Win Streak and prevented the Fate System Sovereigns from receiving another share of Willpower. It was an event of epochal significance to the Sovereigns as a whole!

Unless Iluka never left the Plane Battlefield for the rest of his life, the Fate System Sovereigns would inevitably join forces to kill him!

But that was impossible. After the decisive battle, the Plane Battlefield would soon close. No one could remain there—not even Paragons with Willpower!

The watching Sovereigns fell into an eerie silence.

"Angnak, Manlu, what is the meaning of this?!" Unlike Orloff, who was forcing himself to stay calm, Augusta was unable to contain his anger and immediately lashed out, breaking the silence first.

Manlu panicked and hurriedly protested, "My lord, Lord Orloff, I don't know! I really don't understand why Iluka would do this!"

Angnak was so enraged he could barely think. He only muttered, "Impossible. How could this happen?"

"Ha ha ha ha—" Just then, Nemo, the Sovereign of Vermilion Bird, burst into hearty laughter, utterly unconcerned that Augusta and Orloff were both furious. All she knew was that Angnak had suffered an enormous loss, having lifted a stone only to drop it on his own foot. The thought filled her with satisfaction.

At Nemo's laughter, Angnak's gaze turned toward her, full of hatred. He remembered that they had first discovered Iluka together with the Four Divine Beasts, and his fury surged all the higher. "It was you! Four Divine Beasts, you must have done something to make Iluka betray us. You must have plotted with him and offered him your protection. Otherwise, how could a Paragon have dared to do such a thing?!"

"Watch what you say, Angnak. We're not afraid of you. Tell me, what could we possibly offer Iluka to make him choose to ambush the Heavenly Realm? Do you think a Paragon is that stupid?" The Azure Dragon Chief God Leiding's voice rang out like thunder, deafening everyone.

"No! You're the ones behind this!" Under Leiding's forceful rebuke, Angnak's fury overwhelmed his reason!

Desterie knew nothing of what had happened in the Spatial Turbulence, but that didn't stop him from noticing the dazzling rainbow light in the other Galaxy Channel rapidly contracting until it vanished.

"Has the other side decided the victor?!" The powerful figures who noticed this all reached the same conclusion, and immediately grew anxious.

The Heavenly Realm's side assumed a Paragon must have been present on the other side, so victory had to belong to them. They eagerly awaited the arrival of reinforcements. The Netherworld's side, meanwhile, intensified its attacks, hoping to turn the tide or even win before the Heavenly Realm's reinforcements arrived!

No one dared to desert. History and experience had proven that deserters would be punished by the Sovereigns after leaving the Plane Battlefield!

Desterie grew anxious too. He clearly remembered that in the "Foresight" vision, the rainbow light in the Galaxy Channel hadn't vanished when the Sovereign Spark appeared! Now that the other channel had already decided its victor, there couldn't be much time left for this one!

"Kill—!" The Netherworld's commanders and soldiers began fighting with their backs to the wall, launching attacks that traded their lives for a chance to survive.

At that very moment, Strong Luck took effect!

Desterie and Croken almost simultaneously and with remarkable sharpness spotted a brilliant crystal flash past inside a spatial rift!

And unlike Croken, who had seen it from far away, Desterie was nearly at the closest point to the rift that wouldn't hinder his movements!

Now!

A barrage of material and soul attacks struck Croken, who had been distracted by the Sovereign Spark. His eyes instantly fell dark.

Croken, Lord of Tianluo Prefecture, had fallen!

Now!

Under the bewildered gazes of those around him, Desterie burned all his Sovereign's Might and shot straight into the spatial rift!

Once inside, he used his momentum to form a long arm of Sovereign's Might in front of him and clenched his fist with all his strength. The supreme treasure of the universe, radiating a white halo, landed in his grasp. He had seized fate!

Without hesitation, Desterie used the Sovereign Artifact in his other hand to slash at the arm he had formed from Sovereign's Might. A torrent of blood immediately drenched the Sovereign Spark.

In the terrifying Spatial Turbulence, where nothing could control its own course, the Sovereign Spark, which had been drifting with the current, suddenly steadied and hung motionless. Its mysterious white light spread in all directions, illuminating this stretch of Spatial Turbulence and the surrounding spatial rifts.

The commanders locked in endless battle all felt the terrifying aura of its power through the spatial rifts. They saw the brilliant Light of the Sovereigns fall like heavenly radiance across the blood-soaked, slaughter-filled Galaxy Channel. Even the channel's rainbow light paled beneath that pure white glow.

What war could compare to witnessing the birth of a Sovereign?!