The Plane Overseer

Watching his cousin get beaten until he screamed, Kasa glared furiously at the soldiers.

Smack!

A whip lashed viciously across Kasa. Its terrifying barbs tore a chunk of flesh from his body, and blood flowed steadily from the wound.

"What are you looking at?" the black-clad soldier holding the whip barked coldly.

"Ahhh..."

Overwhelmed by the intense pain, Kasa let out a scream before he could stop himself.

Seeing this, his cousin's eyes nearly bulged with rage.

"Which family's slave traders are you?"

"We're from the Rivas Family. We have a Saint Domain behind us. Let us go now..."

Smack!

The black-clad soldier answered Kasa's cousin with another whip, without the slightest hesitation.

"Quiet!" The soldier looked at him with contempt.

Hearing the commotion inside the carriage, the black-clad soldier driving it let out a scornful laugh.

"Those young masters from the big families are so stupid. Look at the situation we're in! They still haven't realized what they are!"

Inside the carriage, after being taught a lesson several times, Kasa and his cousin huddled in a corner, not daring to make another sound.

Through the iron bars over the window, Kasa could just make out a glimpse of the scene outside.

It was a huge convoy.

There were dozens of carriages. Of those, only seven or eight were small carriages like Kasa's, each with one soldier driving and another standing guard.

There weren't many people locked up in these carriages—most held only one or two. Like Kasa, they were all wrapped in Anti-Magic Stone, clearly marking them as mages.

The larger carriages, which made up the bulk of the convoy, were much more chaotic. People were crammed together inside, packed nearly shoulder to shoulder.

Whenever anyone made too much noise, a black-robed soldier would come over and stab them through the iron bars with a spear, then toss their corpse into the wilderness.

"Ah!"

After the black-robed soldier killed another person, the bald man in black robes riding a tall horse at the center of the convoy looked over.

"There's a little more room in the carriage now. They probably won't get crushed to death. From here on, just teach them a lesson. Don't kill too many, or we'll have to go back out if we run short."

"Yes, Lord Ming Hong!" the black-clad soldier replied respectfully.

The convoy continued on its way. Soon, it left the Zhongyuan Empire's territory and entered the Dark Night Principality.

The convoy slowly made its way into a pitch-black mountain range.

Deep in the mountains, hidden beneath countless towering ancient trees, a base concealed in the darkness came into view.

Countless black-clad soldiers stood guard, their expressions stern.

This was the destination of the bald man in black robes and his men.

"Lord Ming Hong, you're back." A black-robed soldier opened the base's gate and greeted the bald man with a smile.

"Mm," the bald man in black robes grunted.

"My lord won't be here for a while. Take the ordinary people to the dungeon first, and don't let them die. Take the mages to the pigpens and fatten them up as much as you can."

"Yes."

The black-robed soldiers quickly divided Kasa's group into two.

Kasa and his cousin, along with more than a dozen mages, were soon escorted to the "pigpen" the bald man in black robes had mentioned.

It was a tiny cell, less than a square meter in size. Kasa was chained to the middle of the room, and the Anti-Magic Stone on his hands had been removed.

His cousin was locked in another cell.

The black-clad soldier stared coldly at Kasa.

"From now on, cultivate your mental power obediently. Otherwise, you won't get any food."

"Don't think about escaping. If we catch you, heh..."

The soldier sneered and left.

In the South Sea off the Azeron Continent, a kindly-looking old man appeared.

The blue-robed old man wore an amused smile, his eyes gleaming as he surveyed the Azeron Continent.

"I haven't been to the continent in a hundred years. I wonder if any new Saint Domains have emerged."

"I'll find someone to ask."

The blue-robed old man swept his divine sense across the South Sea, instantly locking onto a Saint Domain cultivating deep beneath the waves.

With a flicker of his figure, he appeared silently in front of the Saint Domain.

"Peter, have any new Saint Domains appeared on the continent recently?"

The Saint Domain called Peter opened his eyes and saw the old man at once.

"Lord Roger!"

Peter looked utterly respectful. Even though the old man had interrupted his cultivation, he didn't dare show the slightest resentment.

That was because Lord Roger was a true god, and a Midgod who stood above the three other gods.

He was also Roger, the Plane Overseer of the Azeron Plane.

"My lord, as far as I know, only one magical beast has recently advanced to Saint Domain: a ninth-level Sea Dragon in the North Sea, which broke through about fifty years ago."

"What about the human race? Have any new Saint Domains emerged?"

"Yes, yes, my lord. Among the new Saint Domains like the Sea Dragon, there are eight humans, as far as I know." Peter recalled.

"Seven of them are new Saint Domains from the five major powers. The only Saint Domain unaffiliated with a major power is Flame Saint Xiao Yan, who suddenly appeared in the Starfire Kingdom a year ago."

Peter knew nothing about Lynn. Less than a week had passed since Lynn had made his move, and it would take at least another month or two for news to reach the South Sea.

"Mm."

Roger grunted and studied Peter, a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.

"If I remember correctly, Peter, you've been a Saint Domain for seven or eight hundred years. Have you considered going to the Supreme God Realm?"

At Roger's question, a troubled look appeared in Peter's eyes.

"My lord, I'm dull-witted. I've failed to comprehend a law despite seven or eight hundred years of effort, so I don't have the confidence to go to the Supreme God Realm."

"That's all the more reason you should go. The environment in the Supreme God Realm is better than in the Material Plane. Besides, Saint Domains are extremely rare in the God Realm too. It's not much worse than the Material Plane."

The Plane Overseer Roger stroked his beard and spoke earnestly.

In truth, Roger wasn't lying. Aside from Saint Domain True Bodies who had Divine Clones, ordinary Saint Domains were indeed rare in the Divine Plane.

They could usually only be found near the various teleportation arrays, but they would soon be hunted down by Death Element gods.

"This..." Peter was tempted by Roger's rosy promises.

"Once you've made up your mind, come find me deep in the ocean!"

Seeing Peter's interest, the amusement lurking deep in Roger's eyes grew stronger.

As a Midgod who had refined a Divine Spark, Roger no longer had much interest in pursuing greater strength.

The only thing he enjoyed now was tricking Saint Domains and Lowgods from the Material Plane into going to the Supreme God Realm to pass the time.

Whoosh!

A Midgod could move incredibly fast in the Material Plane.

Seconds later, Roger arrived in the Starfire Kingdom.

His immense divine sense spread out, instantly locking onto Xiao Yan, who was cultivating.

"Oh... He comprehended a law right after breaking through to Saint Domain."

"He has some talent after all." A flicker of surprise crossed Roger's eyes.