Reding's Helplessness

Blood Peak Continent, Youlan Prefecture, Heavenly Sacrifice Mountain Range, Azure Dragon Palace.

"Swish!"

With the surge of Sovereign Power, the bodies of Gaiseresen and the other four landed on the tiled floor.

"Big Brother? What happened to you all?"

A voice filled with shock and uncertainty rang out. Mori, the Great Elder of the Black Tortoise, rubbed his eyes, staring at the scene before him in disbelief.

During this period, the clan's Asuras had been dispatched, leaving only Mori behind at home. Consequently, he had been residing directly in the Azure Dragon Palace, as any clan elders with matters to attend to would come here to find him.

Mori had been waiting for his older brothers and sisters to return in triumph. Instead, he was met with this scene: Gaiseresen and the others were all wounded, their blood dripping onto the floor and staining the azure tiles red.

The way the group had just returned clearly indicated that a Sovereign had intervened. It was as if his siblings had encountered a crisis and been rescued by their ancestor. All of this shattered Mori's worldview.

"Children, let this matter end here. Comfort the clansmen, and for the time being, do not provoke that Ren again!"

The voice of the Azure Dragon Sovereign, Reding, echoed in the minds of the six. It sounded weary and helpless, tinged with a hint of guilt, as if he did not know how to face his children. After saying this, Reding departed.

"This! Big Brother, what exactly happened? Where are the others? Did they, could it be..."

The pupils of the Black Tortoise Great Elder, Mori, constricted. His eyes turned red as he looked at Gaiseresen, his voice trembling slightly. His only son had also gone on this mission.

The others looked at one another. Finally, the Black Tortoise Clan Leader, Morey, braced himself against his grief and explained the course of events to his younger brother.

"Bang!"

Mori let out an angry roar that carried straight out of the palace, reaching the ears of the clansmen patrolling outside. For a moment, many were terrified, and they began to whisper and discuss the matter fervently.

Gaiseresen swept his divine sense over the patrolling warriors outside. He wanted to say something, but suddenly remembered the spectators in Liang'an Prefecture. In the end, he said nothing. This matter could not be hidden; sooner or later, the entire Hell, and even all the divine planes, would know.

"Why did Father and the others compromise? By what right is that Sovereign of Death so 'unreasonable'? At worst, they could have asked the Destruction Overlord for help. After all, the Destruction Overlord and our ancestor have such a good relationship..." Mori's eyes were bloodshot. The more he thought, the angrier he became. Unable to suppress the rage in his heart, he blurted out some treasonous remarks.

"Mori, hold your tongue! You are not in a position to question the decisions of Father and the others!" Gaiseresen was the first to react, slapping Mori across the face, his tone icy.

Only then did Mori snap out of his rage, realizing he had just spoken disrespectfully toward his father and the others. He flushed red and said nothing more.

Although Gaiseresen also felt that there was no need for their ancestor to compromise—while the Sovereign of Death was a Ruler of Rules, the Destruction Overlord had an excellent relationship with their ancestor, and their ancestor had always remained in Hell, effectively belonging to the Destruction Overlord's faction—he knew they could not defy the decisions of their father and the others. Even though they were children, they were still the descendants of their ancestor's clan and could not violate their ancestor's will.

On the other side, after the Azure Dragon Sovereign left.

Blood Peak Continent, Laluojilin Canyon. Dim moonlight spilled over the earth, and the entire canyon was silent. There was no movement for a thousand miles around.

"Boom!"

A terrifying aura erupted violently from within the canyon. A roar of a divine beast echoed toward the horizon, and a stream of azure energy shot into the sky.

"This is too much to bear!"

Deep within the canyon, inside a magnificent palace, a man wearing white robes with white patterns etched onto his forehead smashed the table before him, a furious roar erupting from his throat.

At this moment, inside the palace, four figures—three men and one woman—sat around a stone table. Besides the white-robed figure, there was a tall, brown-haired man, a young woman with flowing fire-red hair, and a blue-haired man with icy blue eyebrows who remained expressionless.

The white-robed man radiated a terrifying aura. The patterns on his clothes seemed to merge with his body, as if he would transform into an enraged White Tiger at any moment. He gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Enough, Lierus. Anger will not solve the problem. Calm down." The blue-haired man spoke slowly, placing his right hand on Lierus's shoulder to offer a simple comfort to his hot-tempered brother.

"Hoo!"

The White Tiger Sovereign, Lierus, took a deep breath and slowly sat down, his aura fully retracting.

"Big Brother, are we just going to let this go? That Ren is truly too arrogant. Our clan has never suffered such a great loss in all these years!"

The Black Tortoise Sovereign, Bowen, used his right hand to reform the table, then spoke with indignation.

The Vermilion Bird Sovereign, Nimo, did not speak, but she also looked toward the Azure Dragon Sovereign, Reding, awaiting the final decision of their eldest brother.

"Enough, let this matter end here. We cannot have any further conflict with the Sovereign of Death."

Reding spoke in an unquestionable tone. Although the four brothers had an excellent relationship, when it truly came to critical moments, he still possessed the demeanor of an eldest brother.

"Big Brother, how much longer must we live like this!" The Vermilion Bird Sovereign, Nimo, lowered her head, her tone carrying a hint of unhappiness and a trace of confusion about the future.

If an outsider were to see the Vermilion Bird Sovereign like this, they would surely be shocked, as the legendary Four Divine Beasts Sovereigns had always been the epitome of arrogance and tyranny.

Reding sighed slightly and said nothing more. Outsiders could only see the arrogance and tyranny of the Four Divine Beasts and their clan, but in reality, they had their own helplessness. The arrogance was real, the tyranny was real, and the helplessness was also real.

The Four Divine Beasts Sovereigns were a unique group among the Sovereigns. Although they were lower-tier Sovereigns, they possessed strength comparable to Rulers. In the eyes of many Sovereigns, they were infinitely glorious and untouchable.

However, Reding knew that their situation had always been extremely dangerous because their innate bloodlines were something every Ruler was interested in. The Destruction Overlord appeared to have a good relationship with them and even visited the Four Divine Beasts clan frequently.

Precisely because of this, the children believed their relationship was good. But Reding could see that the Destruction Overlord was a madman obsessed with surpassing the Fate Overlord; how could he simply be friends with them? In the end, what the Destruction Overlord was interested in were the bloodline techniques of the Four Divine Beasts.

Over these countless years, clansmen of the Four Divine Beasts had gone missing both openly and secretly. Although there was no evidence, Reding suspected that it was likely the Destruction Overlord who had quietly taken them away to study their bloodlines.

The Fate Overlord was the same. Although the Fate Overlord appeared detached from worldly affairs, Reding never dared to view him as a kindly old man, because the Fate Overlord was a madman who surpassed even the Destruction Overlord. He wanted to study everything that could potentially increase his strength, and the four of them were naturally no exception.