Mulan Plane

Desterie's speed and the Sovereign Token he displayed left the soldiers too afraid to delay for even a moment. They immediately activated the Plane Teleportation Array.

"Vmmm—" As the array's light gradually faded, the figures of Desterie and his two companions disappeared.

"What's with today? So many Sovereign's Emissaries have come to use the Teleportation Array." After Desterie and the others had left, one soldier grumbled impatiently.

"Watch what you say. Sovereign's Emissaries represent the Sovereigns, and they're powerful, too. If they hear you, they could kill you and nobody would speak up for you. Earlier, the captain only scolded you because you didn't serve those Sovereign's Emissaries properly. There's no need to complain so bitterly." Another soldier, who had been in the army longer, advised him.

They didn't know that the "Sovereign's Emissaries" who had come today were actually Sovereigns themselves. The group they had sent off earlier had even included one of the most powerful Sovereigns, the Sovereign of Fate.

Just then, the Plane Teleportation Array lit up again.

"Hmph! Those guys throw around the Sovereigns' names as they go about acting high and mighty. They can't even stand it if things are a little slow. Not one of them is any good!" The soldier continued to grumble without a care in the world.

The array's light faded, revealing a tall man with golden hair and fair skin. He looked solemn and divine.

He glared at the soldier who had just spoken and snapped, "What? Daring to insult a Sovereign is punishable by death!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone present—including the divine-level beings and Saint-level beings who had just arrived in the Netherworld, as well as the Netherworld's soldiers—collapsed and died for no apparent reason. Not a breath remained.

The Sovereign's Will could not be defied.

The newcomer was none other than Augusta, the Sovereign of Light. The gentle gaze he habitually used to disguise himself had now been completely replaced by a violent glare.

He had thought that the six Fate Sovereigns would kill Iluka without fail, but to his surprise, Orloff had taken action himself—and nothing had happened.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. In the end, he decided to come in person. He would either take the opportunity to kill Iluka or teach Desterie—or some other Lower Sovereign of the Netherworld—a lesson. Otherwise, he wouldn't be satisfied.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that he was one step too late.

Desterie's Strong Luck was still working.

Half of the Mulan Material Plane was ocean, and the other half was land.

In the southwest of the continent stood a towering mountain range. Legend had it that many years ago, a powerful being had named it the Himalaya Mountains. At its summit was the Peak of the World, where one could find the wondrous sight of the Inverted Peak. Its broad, flat summit held magnificent palaces, rare and exotic flowers and plants, and magical beasts of every shape and size. It was the greatest treasure trove in the world, known as the Domain of High Heaven.

The three divine-level powerhouses who had founded the empires on the continent and the two divine-level powerhouses who ruled the oceans wouldn't dare offend this place.

That was because two invincible Highgods lived here.

At that moment, in the Domain of High Heaven—

"Uncle Nawi, I'm back!" A lively young woman cheerfully patted a young man on the shoulder.

"How was your trip to the continent? Did you find anything interesting? Anything new?" the man asked with a smile, watering the flowers without turning around.

"There were a few interesting things, but it wouldn't be any fun telling you about them!"

"Then tell me about them." In an instant, a familiar yet distant voice rang out. The young woman's face lit up. She hurriedly turned around, but no one was there. She quickly spread her divine sense, yet couldn't detect anyone else.

"I'm sure I just heard Uncle Desterie's voice," she said, puzzled.

At that, Nawi turned around and teased her. "You miss Desterie so much that you're hearing things."

The young woman pouted and said coyly, "I'm a Highgod. How could I hear things?

"But seriously, it's been almost a million years since I last saw Uncle Desterie. Uncle Nawi, why don't we go to the Heavenly Realm to find him?"

Her eyes shone as she gazed at him with an almost pleading expression. Then another voice rang out from afar. "You don't have to come to the Heavenly Realm to find me. I'm here!"

Even Nawi's attention was caught this time. He looked toward the source of the voice and couldn't help calling out, "Brother, you're really back?"

The next instant, a gale swept in. Desterie, Dalayer, and Iluka appeared in front of Nawi and the young woman, almost as if they had teleported.

"Uncle Desterie!" the young woman cried happily, rushing toward him.

Nawi, meanwhile, stared at him in astonishment. "Desterie, your speed...? And who are these two?"

Nawi was Desterie's younger brother, who had Refined a set of Godheads and eaten a Nether Fruit. That was how he had become the Asura everyone dreamed of becoming, without the slightest effort. Though he had once been far weaker than Desterie, he hadn't been so far behind that he couldn't even see his dust.

"I came back to share some good news: I've become a Sovereign!" Desterie said with a beaming smile.

Until now, Desterie's Life and Death Divine Clones had stayed in a Material Plane, though not in his home plane. He had just been waiting by the Mulan Plane's Plane Teleportation Array for his two Divine Clones to arrive and join up with him.

"Become a Sovereign?!" Nawi was stunned. Even the young woman was so startled that she fell off Desterie.

No matter how little they ventured into the divine planes, they knew how terrifying and untouchable the Sovereigns were. Desterie had once asked a Sovereign to "resurrect" the two of them.

Becoming a Sovereign was even harder than coming back from the dead!

Desterie couldn't help laughing at their reactions, then immediately dropped another bombshell. "This is Iluka, a Paragon Highgod of the Destruction Rule. She may live here with us from now on, so make sure you treat her well."

Shock and silence once again settled over Nawi and the young woman. A Paragon Highgod, supposedly even rarer than a Sovereign? What had her brother—or uncle—been doing all these hundreds of thousands of years?

Wait—realization struck the young woman, and excitement surged through her. Her eyes shone. "You mean this lord is a Destruction Grand Perfection?"

Desterie could only shake his head helplessly. He smiled at Iluka and said, "This girl has loved fighting since she was little. She likes comprehending the Rules in bloodbattles. Later, I found her a set of Destruction Godheads, which she Refined to become a Highgod. She'll probably come to you for advice about the Destruction Rule. But you don't need to bother with her. She became a Highgod by Refining Godheads, after all. Even if you teach her, she won't learn much."

The young woman glared at Desterie in dissatisfaction, but Iluka smiled. "It's fine. There's plenty of time, and I can see how well she's comprehended the Rule. I'll teach her a few simple techniques for using the Destruction Rule."

Desterie couldn't help laughing. He separated his Destruction Divine Clone from his body. "If you're going to teach her, you might as well teach me. I'm only one step away from reaching Grand Perfection in the Destruction Rule. If you can teach someone to reach Grand Perfection, all the Sovereigns of the Destruction Element will have to bow at your feet."