Progress

Chapter: Progress

Diya stared at Lincoln without answering. He knew that Lincoln possessed a Main God Artifact body, meaning his material attack and defense would be no weaker than his own, but there was still a hundredfold gap in terms of soul.

However, Lincoln's unconcerned demeanor made Diya extremely wary. Lincoln's innate divine ability was incredibly famous; who knew how powerful it would be at the Main God stage? The Four Divine Beasts had been able to kill a mid-level Main God directly using their combined divine ability, and while the Death Chief Sovereign was not a Paragon, she was no weaker than the other three Sovereigns. It was not unheard of for Main Gods to capsize in the gutter.

At this moment, Miror laughed and said, "Lord Sovereign, Mr. Lincoln came here today to pursue progress in the Laws and Mysteries. Among us, Teresia is the most qualified. If even Teresia cannot help Mr. Lincoln progress, then there is no need to continue this sparring."

Diya nodded with an unhappy expression, taking the graceful exit provided by Miror.

While Miror was smoothing things over, he was also sending sound transmissions to the other Main Gods, "Could this Lincoln have already reached the Paragon level? Otherwise, how would he dare to talk back to a Sovereign!"

"That shouldn't be the case," another mid-level Main God speculated. "Last time Lord Orf convened a meeting, I heard that after Lincoln refined his Main God Spark, he went into seclusion for a thousand years specifically to use the power of faith and the creation of a Divine Plane to attempt to reach the Paragon level, but he didn't succeed in the end. If he couldn't do it then, how could he do it now?"

"Even if he isn't, I'm afraid his combat power is not inferior to a Sovereign. We should be careful with him in the future; after all, he also has a Wind Divine Clone!" Miror added.

The few Wind-element Main Gods reached a consensus, while Lincoln and Teresia had already fought to a white-hot stage.

Teresia split into countless clones, surrounding Lincoln completely. Each clone used a Dimension Blade against him, and as the Dimension Blades were unleashed, bursts of music—sometimes piercing, sometimes beautiful—rang out, striking directly at the soul.

Before the battle, Lincoln had suppressed the power of his defensive Main God Artifact. Unless he were injured so severely that he could no longer suppress it, the Main God Artifact would naturally recover to protect him.

Lincoln endured the discomfort, struggling to dodge the Dimension Blades while resisting the strange music with his soul power, all the while contemplating the mysteries within it.

Lincoln's Laws of Wind happened to be sound waves and dimensions. Since he hadn't successfully fused the music and the dimensions, this move was exactly what he needed.

With a thought, the speed of the space around Lincoln became strange. Although those Dimension Blades continued to cleave through everything, the influence of the sound was hindered to a certain extent.

"Lincoln, although this is not my strongest attack, it is a move that pushes the characteristics of the nine mysteries to the extreme. You won't be able to break it with just these tricks," Teresia explained.

Lincoln struggled to dodge under the Dimension Blades. His body's regeneration was gradually failing to keep up with the worsening injuries, but he didn't care. His main focus was still on thinking about how the Dimension Mystery, sound waves, and music were fused together.

"Lincoln, give up. Although it is only a hair's breadth of difference, that little bit is the difference between heaven and earth!" Teresia's voice came from all directions, and those strange melodies also drifted from the dimensional rifts, continuous and penetrating to the soul.

"So that's how it is," Lincoln's eyes lit up. "I have always been trapped by the idea that sound propagates through matter, and that dimensions break space, cutting off this material connection. But I overlooked that in this world, the endless Spatial Turbulence and various planes are all composed of matter. Spatial rifts only briefly change the composition and stable form of matter. Furthermore, the soul itself is a type of 'particle' that can be observed and interfered with, so..."

A cyan jade flute suddenly appeared in Lincoln's hand, spinning. Lincoln placed it to his lips, and immediately, Wind-element divine power spread out along with the sound of the flute, permeating the entire space.

Lincoln's Wind Divine Clone was completely immersed in his epiphany, oblivious to the surrounding attacks. Of course, at this moment, the Main God Artifact also resumed its function because it had lost its suppression. With dual-defense Main God Artifacts on his body, even a Paragon using Sovereign Power and an attack-type Main God Artifact couldn't kill him, let alone these attacks.

"A sound attack?" Teresia was still puzzled, but he felt his own emotions becoming at times indignant, at times calm, and at times sorrowful. "How is this possible? Is it his soul attack?! But how can the Wind element produce such a bizarre soul attack?"

The flute music drifted on continuously. The dimensional attacks unleashed by Teresia's numerous clones gradually collapsed and dissipated under the vibration of the flute. However, even as the dimensional attacks dissipated, spatial rifts appeared silently, growing in number and continuously eliminating Teresia's many clones.

"Not just a soul attack, but a material attack as well," Teresia's expression was serious. To be able to fuse them into one and exert such power—and it was clear that this power was gradually expanding—meant Lincoln was very likely about to take that step.

He did not intend to interfere with Lincoln, merely maintaining the original power of his ultimate move. If a Main God's divine clone reached the Paragon level, it would indeed be astonishing, but for a Main God, their strongest combat power would not have increased. And if he were to interrupt Lincoln's epiphany, that would be a major grudge. Although he wasn't afraid, there was no need for it.

A long time passed. The flute music gradually weakened, and Lincoln remained immersed in his epiphany, but after a long while, there was still no sign of the Laws of the World descending.

Lincoln opened his eyes and sighed softly. This final step could never be taken. The Paragon level was truly too difficult.

According to what Lincoln had learned over the years, for countless years, among the seven Laws and four Rules, each had basically only produced one or two Paragons, and that was counting the Main Gods of the same element! The ones he knew for certain were Paragons were: in the Rules of Life, besides the Chief Sovereign Vivian, there was another Paragon High-God, Roman; in the Death Rules, there was only one Paragon High-God, Dunnington; in the Fate Law, besides the Chief Sovereign Orf, there was another Paragon High-God, Magnus; in the Rules of Destruction, besides the Chief Sovereign Uterede, there was another Paragon High-God, Solis; in the Laws of Light, there was only one Paragon High-God, Clementine; in the Laws of Darkness, there was the already-fallen mid-level Main God Aikes and the Paragon High-God Black, and now only Lincoln himself remained; in the Thunder Element, there was only one Paragon High-God, Ninisha; in the Laws of Earth, there was only one Paragon High-God, Clark; in the Laws of Water, there was only one Paragon High-God, Palhouse; in the Laws of Fire, there was only one Paragon High-God, Bamo—of course, in the future, there might be the low-level Main God Qinghuo; and in the Laws of Wind, there was only the low-level Main God Teresia and the future Bayer.

It could be seen that where there were two Paragons, one of them was always a Main God; they had relied on endless Faith Power to become Paragons. This was over a thousand epochs! In the Main Universe created by Linley, after two epochs, dozens of God Kings had been born, and that was even with two descents of the Heavenly Venerable Mountain and countless God Kings fighting and falling.