Traces of the Sovereign Godhead

"Could it be that the time for the Foresight hasn't arrived yet? But if the time isn't right and the location is unclear, how could I possibly find it on my own, like searching for a needle in a haystack?" Desterie returned to Jinyang Prefecture, racking his brain for a strategy. He eventually concluded that the problem was unsolvable unless he posted notices far and wide, summoning all the Fate Masters, Demons, Fiends, and Wind Hunters to help him search.

But he dared not. He did not know if any Sovereign had already obtained the Supreme God Token. If a Sovereign had already acquired it, his high-profile search would inevitably attract the attention of the Sovereigns, which would be counterproductive.

Furthermore, according to the original story, whether it was the first or second mission for the Supreme God of Destruction, the one who completed it was either Orloff or Uthred. Facing these two, he currently had no ability to maneuver against them.

"Sigh, let nature take its course. After all, my luck has always been quite good. If all else fails, I can activate the 'Strong Luck' ability; perhaps I'll be able to find some clues," Desterie said with a listless smile.

Just then, within his soul space, the Companion White Jade gradually shifted from dim and lusterless to brimming with spiritual light.

The energy consumed by the previous "Foresight" had recovered!

And at the very moment the Foresight ability recovered, Desterie felt the throbbing of fate once again, causing his soul to tremble.

"So smooth?" Desterie was pleasantly surprised as he introspected upon the Companion White Jade. Unlike the passively activated "Soul Protection" or the active "Strong Luck," the Foresight ability had once remained dormant for ten million years, yet this time, it was reacting one after another.

"Perhaps there is new information regarding that final Supreme God Token."

Desterie speculated, and once again, without hesitation, he activated "Foresight."

Within his consciousness, the illusory gate opened once more, and a terrifying, strange torrent swept Desterie into it, leaving him no room to struggle. However, the starlight chains derived from the white jade still protected him firmly, pulling him along.

In the vision, this was a place Desterie had never visited before. High in the sky and deep underground, terrifying spatial rifts were everywhere. Two channels as brilliant as star rivers were erected in this space filled with danger, each star river channel emitting a distant, seven-colored light.

In contrast to this brilliant starlight and seven-colored glow was the slaughter—endless, ceaseless combat and killing.

"This is... the Plane Battlefield?"

Under the cover of the divine power from various flowing lights of divine sparks being tossed about, a golden-haired, blue-eyed powerhouse wearing a golden badge suddenly noticed something flash through a spatial rift not far away. Before he could even investigate, a massive barrage of soul attacks engulfed him. Then, with dimming eyes, this powerhouse fell to the ground, becoming just another piece of cannon fodder in the war.

The vision ended there, and in the next instant, Desterie's consciousness was instantly pulled back.

Yet, even after living for thirty million years, Desterie remained deeply shaken by what he had seen in the Foresight and could not recover for a moment.

Star river channels, massive slaughter—it was undoubtedly the Plane Battlefield. And looking at the situation, the seven-colored light of the star river channels was flaring; that was clearly the signal that the Millennial War had begun.

He recognized that golden-haired, blue-eyed powerhouse. He was one of the Prefectural Lords of the Heavenly Plane, named Croken, and he was also a Sovereign Envoy for a certain Fate Sovereign of the Heavenly Plane.

As a Sovereign Envoy, participating in the Plane War was perfectly normal. But for a Fate rule expert who possessed a material defense Sovereign Artifact to be killed so easily was shocking.

It was hard to imagine any battle being this tragic, other than the one between the Heavenly Plane and the Netherworld.

Of course, the truly critical thing was what Croken had caught a fleeting glimpse of. It was a translucent, glass-like gray crystal that resembled a divine spark, emitting a white luster and a power that could not be ignored, even within the vision of "Foresight"!

Without a doubt, this was a Sovereign Spark, and a Fate-attribute one at that.

Although the representative color for both the Laws of Light and the Rules of Fate was white, there were subtle differences that anyone with a bit of knowledge could distinguish.

A Sovereign Spark!

It was the "Golden Pill" of the Panlong world—the supreme treasure that allowed one to "swallow a golden pill into the belly, and my fate is determined by me, not the heavens." Even if it were only a Lowgod Sovereign Spark, refining it would allow one to break free from the mire and soar like a dragon.

Before one became a Sovereign, even Supreme God Tokens and Supreme God Artifacts paled in comparison; even for a Sovereign, choosing between a Supreme God Artifact and a Sovereign Spark depended on the specific circumstances.

Desterie, who had previously been worried about the Plane War, now felt no hesitation or doubt.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cub?

However, if he participated in the Plane War as a Highgod without a dual-defense Sovereign Artifact, there was still the danger of being killed by group attacks like Croken.

He couldn't possibly use Sovereign's Might twenty-four hours a day; Desterie would like to, but unfortunately, he didn't have that much.

But the ways to obtain a Sovereign Artifact were extremely limited. Sovereign Envoys and the kin of Sovereigns could obtain one, or they could be exchanged for war merits in the Plane War—but that was only when the Plane War ended—or one could find the artifacts of fallen Sovereigns that were left ownerless.

The only option Desterie could currently aim for was the last one.

As it happened, Desterie knew of a powerhouse who had lived in seclusion for many years, whose soul-defense Sovereign Artifact had come from a fallen Sovereign. Although he really did not want to face this powerhouse, for the sake of his future, he had to bite the bullet.

The Earth Divine Plane, Xuanjin Mountain. This was not a particularly tall mountain, but the entire mountain range was enveloped in a strange and powerful gravity, as if a Seven-Star-level expert were continuously using the "Gravity" profound mystery.

This gravity was no challenge for Desterie. As a super-expert who was one step away from Perfection in the Destruction rules and whose Fate rules were equivalent to a powerful Asura, he could easily resist this gravitational field.

Strolling inside, as he approached the summit, a crisp voice rang out, "Hmm? Our genius Desterie, what makes you think of coming to a barren place like mine?"

Finally hearing the "greeting," Desterie took a breath, "Dalayer, old friend, aren't you going to come out and meet me?"

"I was just afraid you wouldn't want to see me. Since you want to, I shall come out!"

As the words fell, a golden liquid within the ground continuously gathered and then bubbled upward. As the golden liquid kept gathering, the gravity of the entire Xuanjin Mountain kept weakening until the golden liquid completely separated from the ground, and the gravity became the same as the surroundings.

The golden liquid continuously condensed and deformed, finally turning into a dainty and pretty young girl.

Seeing Dalayer's appearance, Desterie's eyes widened, completely unable to believe it.

"What, don't you recognize me?" Dalayer was very satisfied with Desterie's expression and teased him deliberately.