First Meeting with Beirut

The reason Aier did not go to see Beirut before was that his Wind Element divine clone had not yet reached the level of a Paragon.

Even though Beirut only appeared to be a Mid-God to Aier's divine sense at the time, Aier did not want to take any risks.

Who knew if a conflict might arise that would cause Beirut to break through and become a High-God on the spot?

Even if the probability of such a situation occurring was only one in ten thousand, Aier did not want to gamble.

In any case, for him, breaking through to become a Paragon was not a difficult task.

The God-Slaying Rat's Innate Divine Ability, God-Slaying, was truly invincible among those of the same rank.

Of course, because Beirut had not yet traveled to a Divine Plane, Aier guessed that even though Beirut's physical strength was higher than that of an average divine beast, it was not yet outrageously so.

Only after devouring enough Godheads would Beirut's physical strength reach a level comparable to a Godhead, allowing him to become a super powerhouse among Asuras and Prefects.

Well, the kind that was only second to a Paragon.

In fact, for those Asuras and Prefects who did not possess a Soul Defense Overgod Artifact, Beirut was even more terrifying than a Paragon!

As for now...

With a thought, Aier's body radiated a cyan glow, which transformed into a cyan rainbow and flew toward the direction of the Magic Beast Forest.

"Something is approaching this place rapidly!"

In the Magic Beast Forest, a young man with a slightly pointed chin, a handlebar mustache on his upper lip, and a small goatee on his chin suddenly looked up toward the distant sky.

In the Divine Planes, because the stability of space was hundreds of times greater than in the Material Planes, a Mid-God's divine sense could only radiate about a hundred meters.

But in the Material Planes, the range of a Mid-God's divine sense was still quite vast.

At the very least, it was over ten thousand meters.

"This speed..."

The young man with the handlebar mustache narrowed his eyes.

"Even that guy Miles Reynolds is nowhere near this fast."

"Could it be that powerhouse who arrived in this plane ten thousand years ago?"

The young man was, naturally, the king of the Magic Beast Forest, Beirut.

When he reached the Saint Realm, the Plane Overseer of the Qingya Plane, Miles Reynolds, had sought him out and told him to head to the Divine Planes.

As the strongest being in the Magic Beast Forest, Beirut naturally knew that people don't inform you of good things for no reason.

If it's your turn, it's either because they want your life, or because making you do something will bring them benefits.

However, at that time, Beirut was far from being a match for Miles Reynolds. Forced by the other party's strength, Beirut agreed to go to the Wind Divine Plane and was subsequently granted a thousand-year stay.

During those thousand years, Beirut cultivated diligently and eventually became a Darkness Element Low-God.

The physical strength brought by being a super divine beast allowed Beirut to hold his own in battle against Miles Reynolds, even though he had only recently become a God.

After he became a Mid-God, he even defeated Miles Reynolds decisively, learning more information about the seven Divine Planes and the four Supreme Planes from him.

It was precisely because of this that Beirut made up his mind: he would not leave the Qingya Plane until he broke through to become a High-God.

Once he reached the High-God realm, with his God-Slaying Innate Divine Ability, he would have the confidence to walk through the Divine Planes and Supreme Planes.

Currently, Beirut's Darkness Element divine clone had comprehended five Mysteries, needing only one more to reach the High-God level.

His Wind Element divine clone had comprehended three Mysteries and still needed six more to advance to High-God.

Miles Reynolds had not told Beirut about Aier's arrival in the Qingya Plane.

But no matter what, Beirut was the king of the Magic Beast Mountain Range; news from the orc kingdoms and human kingdoms would still occasionally reach the mountain range.

Especially regarding someone like Aier, who had barely hidden his presence, he was a subject of focused attention; it was impossible for Beirut not to know.

The Plane Overseer did not charge any fees for teleporting from a Material Plane to a Divine Plane.

But to teleport from a Divine Plane to a Material Plane cost at least one trillion units of currency from various planes.

Knowing that a Mid-God like Miles Reynolds only possessed a few thousand Thunder Crystals, one could understand what an astronomical figure one trillion really was.

Could someone spend one trillion Inkstones to come to the Qingya Plane because there was something here that caught their eye, or were they simply returning to their home plane to retire?

In these ten thousand years, this was the first time this powerhouse had come to the Magic Beast Forest.

Had he failed to find what he wanted elsewhere, and was now preparing to search the Magic Beast Forest?

Or was there some other reason?

Amidst Beirut's grave expression, in the blink of an eye, Aier had already appeared within the range of his divine sense.

Then—

"Little guy, don't you know that rashly using your divine sense to probe a powerhouse is an offense to that powerhouse?"

Beirut's expression stiffened, and cold sweat began to stream down his forehead.

What kind of speed was this?

His divine sense had only just perceived the other party, and the other party had already crossed ten thousand meters to appear right behind him.

He had foolishly thought that he was not far from becoming a High-God, and that perhaps he wouldn't be entirely without the power to resist if he faced the other party.

It was just like how he had been able to fight Miles Reynolds, a Mid-God, back when he was only a Low-God.

However, the mere speed of Aier made Beirut realize that in front of an expert like Aier, if he were to annoy the other party, he might be killed in an instant.

"My apologies, my lord. It was Beirut who offended you."

After adjusting his mindset, Beirut immediately turned around and bowed to apologize to Aier.

"I beg for your forgiveness, my lord."

"I'm not that petty."

Aier waved his hand and said.

"By the way, what is your name?"

"Reporting to you, my lord, my name is Beirut. I have lived in this Magic Beast Forest for over twenty thousand years, so I know this place quite well."

"Furthermore, my original body is a rodent-type magic beast, and the number of my descendants is quite significant."

"If you have any needs, my lord, Beirut is willing to serve you with all my might."

Although Aier had said he wasn't that petty, Beirut didn't dare to take those words to heart.

Therefore, he immediately showcased his usefulness to Aier, fearing that if Aier were even slightly dissatisfied, he would be killed on the spot.

Even though he now possessed two lives with his Wind Element God Clone and Darkness God Clone, Beirut did not believe he had the ability to escape from Aier's hands.

The gap in strength between the two was simply too vast.

"You don't need to be so afraid."

Seeing Beirut like this, Aier naturally understood.

Back in the day, Aier guessed that if he were to face a Sovereign, he might have felt even worse than Beirut did now.

It was only after becoming a Paragon that he gained a bit more confidence.

Later, when his Wind Element God Clone and original body went to the Qingya Plane, it made Aier feel that he could bear the loss of his Earth Element God Clone, which was why he could remain calm even after guessing that the Red-Haired Youth was the Blood Peak Sovereign, Pash.