Lady Liujin

"No wonder I've never seen you carry it. Bring it here and let me take a look; perhaps I can help you repair it?" Desterie shook his head, casting aside that unrealistic thought, and smiled at Dordoni.

"Because it cannot truly function, and I was afraid that if I carried it on me, an expert might recognize it and bring me trouble, so I have always kept it in my interspatial ring and never taken it out. I will take it out now." Dordoni immediately retrieved a black ring and handed it to Desterie.

When Desterie saw this ring, he inexplicably felt it looked familiar. Once his divine sense probed inside, his expression suddenly turned strange.

Dalayer saw this and hurriedly asked, "Is there something wrong with this ring?"

Desterie composed his emotions, glanced at Dalayer, and sent a voice transmission, "Over four hundred years ago, I used a soul attack to kill Xingyi, and his soul-defending Sovereign artifact was damaged as well. Naturally, we Sovereigns wouldn't care about a damaged Sovereign artifact and let it drift in the spatial turbulence. I never expected that this Sovereign artifact would actually drift to the Earth Divine Plane and be picked up by Dordoni. Fate is truly marvelous."

"To think there could be such a coincidence in this world." Dalayer could not help but sigh.

Immediately, Desterie turned to Dordoni and smiled, "You should be able to imagine that only a Sovereign can damage a Sovereign artifact; even a Paragon cannot. This ring is a soul-defending Sovereign artifact used by a fallen Sovereign. Since we are so fated, I will help you repair the crack on it. It won't take long—a few years at most—and I will return it to you once it is finished.

Also, stop thinking about joining that Dodo Clan of yours. Come to the Angnak Continent in the Heavenly Realm, and I will have the Prefect of Changhe Prefecture make arrangements for you, Angola, and Hans!"

"Many thanks, My Lord!" Dordoni was overjoyed. He glanced at the pale-faced Dorang, hesitated for a moment, but did not bring him up again.

Desterie turned his head again and said to Angola, "Angola, are you willing?"

Angola revealed a look of great joy, "Thank you for your concern, My Lord. To tell you the truth, I have actually been planning to go to the Wind Divine Plane or one of the four Highest Planes. Back then, because my earth-style talent was outstanding, I chose to come to the Earth Divine Plane. However, in a mission not long ago, my earth-style divine clone was completely destroyed.

Afterward, I could only struggle with the Laws of Wind, but the Earth Divine Plane is truly of no help for cultivating other laws. Fortunately, my Laws of Wind have also fused five profound mysteries, so I can barely maintain the status and strength of a Seven-Star Fiend. I had originally planned to leave the Earth Divine Plane after this mission was completed.

There happens to be a planar teleportation array near Lanyu City."

As he spoke, Angola let out a long sigh of relief, "If I hadn't been lucky enough to encounter you, My Lord, during this mission, I probably would have died."

Angola's words left Desterie somewhat disappointed—he had originally intended to cultivate these potential experts who had good senses and were recipients of his great favor, and then take them as Sovereign Envoys once their strength was sufficient. But since Angola's strongest earth-style divine clone was dead, there was no point in taking in and cultivating Angola under these circumstances.

Generally speaking, it is rare for a god to have strong talent in one element, and it is basically impossible to have strong talent in two. Like Desterie himself, his talent for the Destruction Rule was the strongest, his talent for Fate was clearly weaker than his Destruction talent, and his talents for Life and Death were even weaker.

Of course, as a Sovereign, words spoken are like spilled water; Desterie would not take them back.

Just then, Coloid suddenly spoke up, looking at Dalayer and saying, "May I ask, are you Lady Liujin?"

Dalayer's figure froze instantly, as if an extremely ancient memory had been awakened. She looked at Coloid, "How do you know me?"

Liujin was indeed Dalayer's original name. During the years she served as a Sovereign Envoy, this name had once been glorious and brilliant. Liujin City was also named because of her.

Coloid revealed a trace of joy and hurriedly said, "Lady Liujin, I once saw you from afar back then. At that time, I was just a weak lowgod who had just joined the Sovereign's army. You certainly would not have paid attention to me, nor would you have any impression of me."

In this era, it is difficult for a lowgod to become a soldier in the Sovereign's army, but tracing back to when the world was first created and the planes were first opened, the number of experts was much smaller, the competition was not as great, and one could join as soon as they became a god.

Desterie immediately saw through Coloid's intention and joked, "What, are you trying to climb the social ladder to plead for yourself?"

Coloid took a deep breath and said, "I dare not deceive you, My Lord. That is indeed my intention."

At this moment, Desterie suddenly noticed that Coloid's scalp was dark black with strange circular patterns on it. He suddenly remembered an interesting thing and said, "Just because you and she once met in passing without leaving any impression? Your strength is not bad; why not come and be my Sovereign Envoy?"

Sovereign Envoy! Everyone's expression was as if they had been struck in the back of the head with a hammer. Dorang collapsed with weak legs, Dordoni and Hans were both filled with shock, and Frannie had long since been tortured by the Soul Leech to the point where she didn't even have the strength to scream, her soul on the verge of collapse.

"Clang--", Angola immediately knelt and bowed his head. Seeing this, the others also immediately knelt and bowed, exposing their fragile necks and the backs of their heads before the Sovereign.

Coloid opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, opened it again, and closed it again. Finally, amidst everyone's confusion, he said, "Sovereign, compared to life, I prefer a free and unfettered life. Please forgive me for being unable to agree to your request!"

Desterie had long anticipated this result, but he still narrowed his eyes dangerously.

This Coloid would meet Linley on the Plane Battlefield countless years later, and at that time, Linley recognized him. According to Beirut, because Coloid refused to be a Sovereign Envoy, he did not have a Sovereign artifact and was someone who did not walk the beaten path.

Refusing a Sovereign made him a ruthless person, so Desterie had also felt a desire to toy with him, but when the moment of refusal actually arrived, he still felt killing intent arise.

"Do you know what you just said?" Desterie's voice was as chilling as ten-thousand-year-old ice, freezing the soul.

Coloid broke out in a cold sweat, his eyeballs rolling rapidly as he thought, as if he were racing against death—as an Asura, he was actually soaked in sweat.

Just at this moment, a bold voice rang out from afar, "Coloid, hahaha, I saw your Ring of Pulsation from far away. How about it? It's been a long time; shall we spar again?"

"Hmm, a friend of yours?" Desterie glanced sideways at Coloid, his tone growing three parts colder.