Council of the Sovereigns of Fate

The man in yellow agreed with the man in white, "I think Third Brother makes sense. It is not wise for us to provoke too many Sovereigns at this moment. No matter how much of a coward that Water Sovereign Polk acts, there will eventually come a day when he can no longer hold back."

The man in green clenched his fists, "If that is the case, then we shall endure. There will surely come a day when we Four Divine Beasts rise to prominence!"

These three men and one woman were the backers of the Four Divine Beasts clan, each belonging to one of the four elemental Sovereign lineages of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind.

They were the Water Sovereign Leiding, the Fire Sovereign Nemo, the Wind Sovereign Ers, and the Earth Sovereign Bowen.

"Detestable!" Sovereign Nemo struck the round table with a heavy fist. "If any one of us four had obtained a mid-level Sovereign spark back then, and we used him as the core to unleash our combined divine ability, we would not fear even the four Rule Sovereigns! We wouldn't be in this situation where even a mere mid-level Sovereign like Angnak dares to contend with us!"

Hearing Nemo's outburst, the other three Sovereigns merely shook their heads slightly—such assumptions were meaningless.

In the Netherworld, at the heart of the Jiuyou Domain, lay Yangu Island.

The most famous landmark on Yangu Island was Yangu Mountain. This mountain was not the residence of some supreme powerhouse, but rather the location of the spatial gate leading to the Plane Battlefield. Every time a Plane War occurred, a vast number of people would pass through here to reach the battlefield.

Scattered across Yangu Island were several primitive stone houses.

In one of these houses, located very close to Yangu Mountain, Desterie and Dalayer were playing checkers. After a long while, Dalayer pursed her lips in a frown, tossed the marble in her hand aside, and stood up to leave.

On the board, all of Desterie's pieces had reached Dalayer's home territory, marking yet another victory.

Seeing Dalayer leave, Desterie laughed, "What, looking to go back on your word again? We agreed on three more games, and you can't even handle that?"

Dalayer pushed open the window and, with her back to Desterie, said, "You have been attacking the entire time; I haven't even had a chance to counterattack. What is the point of playing this game?"

Desterie chuckled, "You have already given me your most precious possession; how could you possibly defend against my attacks?"

Just then, the entire Yangu Island began to shake violently. Feeling this tremor, Desterie's expression turned solemn. He exchanged a glance with Dalayer, and the two flew out together, heading toward the pitch-black, burning Yangu Mountain.

Inside the core of Yangu Mountain lay a vast, somber hall. In the center of the hall was a black pool about ten meters in diameter. In the middle of the pool stood a gate five meters wide and ten meters high. This gate stood alone in the center of the water, emitting a black luster and releasing strange fluctuations.

The gate was deep and intimidating, truly terrifying; it was the source of the tremors.

At this moment, the gate was slowly opening, revealing a deep, shimmering passage behind it. The gate guards, who had long been prepared, braced themselves—from this moment on, for the next thousand years, a constant stream of experts would enter here to engage in life-and-death combat.

The first to arrive at the gate of the Plane Battlefield was naturally the Lord of Yangu Island, a thin, dark-skinned man with red hair.

He was about to open his mouth to instruct the soldiers when he suddenly sensed something and looked toward the passage leading to the hall, whispering to himself, "They arrived so quickly?"

A moment later, Desterie and Dalayer flew out from the passage.

Desterie was not surprised to see the Lord of Yangu Island and smiled, "Lord of Yangu, I thought I would be the first to arrive, but it seems you were even earlier. It appears you have been waiting here for quite some time! I wonder, when do you plan to enter? I intend to go in right now."

The Lord of Yangu was stern and replied flatly, "The Sovereigns place great importance on this Plane War, so I must naturally be on high alert and give it my all. As for when I will enter, it will be immediately.

Red Sand Lord, please proceed! My brother here is responsible for distributing the Sovereign's Might. Red Sand Lord, you two may collect four drops. Once you have finished, collect your red Commander badge and black Soldier badge, and you may enter."

Knowing he would be participating in the Plane War, Desterie was naturally not unprepared. However, no matter how strong one's power was, to move freely within the Plane Battlefield, one had to hold a position such as a Prefecture Lord, Commander, or Lord within the two participating divine planes. Only then could one act as a Commander and move freely upon entering the battlefield.

Of course, for an existence like a Paragon, even if they entered with a Soldier badge, no one would dare treat them as a mere soldier.

Desterie had previously been a Prefecture Lord of the Heavenly Plane, so he could have participated as a Commander, but he had to represent the Heavenly Plane—otherwise, it would be a slap in the face to the Sovereigns of the Heavenly Plane.

Therefore, ten thousand years ago, after failing to find the Supreme God artifact "Black Pearl," Desterie stopped his travels and came to the Jiuyou Domain to challenge the previous Red Sand Lord.

With his strength already at the half-step Paragon level, combined with a set of three Sovereign artifacts, it was hard for him to lose. He quickly seized the position of Lord and had resided near the plane passage ever since.

After collecting the Sovereign's Might and entering the plane passage with Dalayer, Desterie finally confirmed his suspicion—the distribution of Sovereign's Might was a special privilege reserved only for those with a "ten-win streak."

This battle would be exceptionally intense.

Walking through the passage of the Plane Battlefield, Desterie gripped Dalayer's hand tightly—knowing that Desterie was going to take risks on the Plane Battlefield, Dalayer refused to stay in the material plane to hide in safety with his life and death divine clones, insisting on sharing the hardships on the battlefield.

After walking for a long time, a light suddenly appeared ahead, and Desterie darted out.

At the same time, on the side of the Heavenly Plane, two mid-level Fate Sovereigns, four low-level Fate Sovereigns, and several other scattered Sovereigns gathered at Xingdou Mountain, the residence of the Fate Sovereign Orloff.

The gatherings organized by the Fate Sovereign Orloff were usually bustling with activity, but this time, it appeared unusually desolate compared to before.

The low-level Fire Sovereign Boteer complained, "Lord Orloff, those Sovereigns are all fair-weather friends; they didn't even come to discuss matters at such a critical moment!"

Orloff's face was kind and gentle as he shook his head with a smile, "After all, if the Heavenly Plane achieves a ten-win streak this time, all seven Sovereigns of our Fate lineage will gain another portion of Willpower. The others and the other Sovereigns may not be willing to see this outcome. It is fine that they did not come; we can discuss it ourselves.

Everyone, please speak your minds. What preparations have you made for this Plane War?"

Augusta, who had a red mole on his face, immediately laughed out loud, "Lord Orloff, I have dispatched all the twelve-winged God Angels I have accumulated for you. They will surely play a major role in the final battle!"