Million Years

Million Years

At this moment, there was no point in continuing the battle; repeating the fight would not allow Lincoln to make any new progress.

As the battle concluded, the watching Sovereigns gathered around. Tadai, a sturdy Mid-level Sovereign, laughed, "A brilliant battle. We all cultivate the Wind Laws, but the way you and Teresia apply the Laws truly far exceeds our own. Especially you, Lincoln; your unique techniques are even more ingenious than those of Teresia, a Paragon."

"Indeed," Miror sighed as well, "You must understand, a Paragon's development and use of unique techniques are incredibly formidable. Yet, Lincoln, you have not reached the Paragon level, and you were able to create a unique technique on the spot to neutralize Teresia's move. To achieve this is extremely, extremely difficult. By the way, Lincoln, what is this musical instrument called? I have never seen it before."

Both Miror and Tadai were Mid-level Sovereigns; they did not fear the Low-level Sovereign Paragon, nor did they feel the need to be cautious around Teresia, so they spoke their minds freely.

"This is a Xiao. After I became a Sovereign, I specifically went to the Heavenly Realm to purchase Wind-Tear Bamboo that was a trillion years old as material to forge this Main God Artifact for myself. After all, since I am the one using it, crafting it myself ensures it suits my heart." Lincoln's gaze followed Miror's to the newly completed Main God Artifact. Over the past ten thousand years, Lincoln had forged over twenty Main God Artifacts, most of which he used himself, replacing his original ones. To facilitate the fusion of mysteries related to sound as early as possible, he had specifically chosen to craft a musical instrument.

It takes a Sovereign ten thousand years to forge a Main God Artifact, but if they are forged simultaneously, it still only takes ten thousand years. After all, Lincoln's Darkness Element had already reached the Paragon level and could progress no further, so he might as well tailor some handy Main God Artifacts for himself.

"A Xiao. Its sound is indeed very pleasant," Tadai laughed.

Seeing Teresia's expression growing darker, Lincoln stepped in to smooth things over, "Actually, don't overpraise me. Although I have made progress, I have not truly reached the Paragon level. Furthermore, Teresia has not yet used his strongest move; otherwise, it is debatable whether my 'Azure Sea Tide Jade Flute Technique' could have blocked it!"

Old Xie, my apologies, I borrowed a name from you.

"That's right, if you haven't reached it, you haven't reached it. Forcing a comparison sounds quite unpleasant," Diya finally sneered and spoke up.

Seeing Diya speak, Miror and Tadai stopped talking. Everyone knew what Diya was unhappy about, so why bother provoking him?

Teresia had originally intended to smile and reply, but seeing Diya suddenly express his stance, he was confused and remained silent.

Lincoln didn't care what Diya thought. Since the matter was finished, he bid a crisp farewell to the group of Wind-element Sovereigns and headed back to the Chainis Plane. His Wind Divine Clone continued to travel through the Material Planes in search of opportunities for a breakthrough, while his Sovereign clone continued to guard his homeland, remaining unmoved to face any future changes.

Bamo, the Fire-element Paragon, Palhouse, the Water-element Paragon, and Clark, the Earth-element Paragon, were all traveling through the Material Planes and were nowhere to be found. Lincoln had no intention of using his authority as a Sovereign to track them down; sometimes, being too deliberate is not a good thing. In any case, time is eternal.

Time passed like a white horse galloping past a crack. Just like that, with Aier and his various divine clones traveling through countless Material Planes, and his Sovereign clone guarding the Material Plane, nearly a million years flashed by.

On this day, the teleportation array in the Chainis Material Plane suddenly lit up.

The Chainis Material Plane was the Sovereign's home plane, so its jurisdiction naturally had to be changed, with the Bian Army under Lincoln's command responsible for its management. To call it management was merely to provide service. Under Brock's arrangement, the current Plane Warden was a Six-Star Night Demon named Frodo. It should be said that for the past million years, every incumbent had been a Six-Star Night Demon.

"Is this... someone from the Fire Divine Plane?" Frodo perked up. He had heard from previous wardens that those who traveled to the Chainis Plane were all super-powerful beings, and one had to treat them with extreme care and seriousness.

Legend had it that this Material Plane was home to a figure whom even their Legion Commander had to treat with great caution. The Legion Commander possessed the strength of an Asura, and a rather powerful Asura at that. Even when dealing with the children of Sovereigns, as long as no lives were lost, his attitude didn't matter much. Then, how extraordinary must this Lord Lincoln, who resided in this Material Plane, be? Was he the rumored suspected Paragon, or a true Paragon? As for being a Sovereign, Frodo dared not even imagine it.

As he was thinking, two people suddenly appeared in the teleportation array, both High-Gods. One was a sturdy man three meters tall, and the other looked like an ordinary human, but judging by the aura they emitted, both were Fire-element powerhouses.

"Hmm, changed again?" the three-meter-tall sturdy man said gruffly, "I told Brock long ago not to keep changing the Plane Warden, and there's no need to use a High-God. Just find someone clever and obedient. These High-Gods are all cultivation fanatics; how could they understand the importance of managing this plane well!"

To be able to speak of Legion Commander Brock in such a way, this person must also be an Asura-level powerhouse! Frodo realized this and became even more respectful.

"Brother Pusluo, the Legion Commander is also just trying to serve the Lord well; it's just that your perspectives are different," the High-God following behind the big man laughed, "Actually, regardless of who it is, the most important thing is that the Lord doesn't find it offensive. Speaking of which, is it really appropriate for you to bring me to pay respects to the Lord?"

"Whether it's appropriate or not, we'll know once we see him," Pusluo joked, "However, the Lord has a very good temper and generally won't blame us. Let's go. Next time I see Brock, I must have a good talk with him about the Plane Warden. With the Lord living in this plane, the strength of the warden doesn't matter at all!"

As he spoke, the Fire-element divine power on Pusluo surged, and he took the High-God and flew directly toward the Azure Sea, ignoring Frodo entirely the whole time.

"That is Lord Pusluo?" Frodo was somewhat shocked, "Isn't this Lord busy fighting for the Sovereign in the Material Planes and spreading faith? How could he come here!"

Ever since Lincoln took over the Bian Continent, the Bian Army had been busy. Apart from guarding the continent, they had been sent to the Material Planes in batches, sparking small ripples in the struggle for faith. The reason it was called a small ripple was that after countless years, those old antiques had long reached their limits, and their regard for Faith Power had dropped significantly. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many 'heretical' faiths appearing; they were just watching Lincoln busy himself. Moreover, there were countless Material Planes, and the small actions Lincoln took had a negligible impact on the torrent of faith.

Unless Lincoln really busied himself for ten or a hundred billion years, would there be any significant change to the Faith Power. But, would he have that kind of patience?

Some Sovereigns even secretly mocked him, feeling that Lincoln was just indulging in wishful thinking; after all, among the seventy-plus Sovereigns, how many were Paragons?

Because of the grace of freedom, Pusluo was wholeheartedly spreading faith. Over these many years, he could be described as very busy, and the Sovereign's legions were quite familiar with him.