Discussions from All Sides, Future Plans

"Hmm?"

The man in the white robe turned around instantly, a flash of confusion crossing his eyes as he looked at Montero, caught off guard for a moment.

It wasn't that Montero's words were difficult to understand; it was just that the short sentence contained so much information that Han Jin found it hard to believe for a moment.

However, Han Jin was a clan leader after all, and he regained his composure after a moment, saying, "Tell me the details."

"Yes, Clan Leader." Montero quickly organized his thoughts and explained the entire sequence of events in detail.

Han Jin listened very carefully, his gaze fixed on Montero the entire time, his expression unchanging. Only when Montero finished did he speak slowly:

"Montero, stay in Liang'an Prefecture for the time being. If Mr. Ren has not left, try to find an opportunity to pay him a visit and build a relationship. Remember, you must absolutely not offend him!"

"Yes, Clan Leader." Montero nodded; this was his original intention as well.

Because Montero's clone was within the Augusta Clan, they were the fastest to receive the news. The second to receive the news was the Blood Peak Sovereign, Pash.

On the Blood Peak Continent, in the Lianyun Mountain Range, on an island in the center of a lake.

"What? Ren is a Paragon? And an envoy of the Sovereign of Death? Reding and the other three hit a wall?" A man with blood-red hair stood up abruptly, throwing the chess piece in his hand onto the ground, looking at the green-haired man opposite him with a bewildered expression.

"Indeed. You didn't see the scene at the time. Hmm, this tea is quite good." The Bifu Sovereign, Lester, picked up his teacup and took a quiet sip.

Pash was silent for a moment before finally spitting out, "Reding and the others must be furious."

"Of course, but in the end, Reding didn't dare to say much," Lester said indifferently.

"Those four are always so overbearing; they finally hit a wall this time." Pash shook his head and slowly sat down. With a wave of his right hand, divine power surged, and the neatly arranged chess pieces fell back into place.

The Bifu Sovereign, Lester, looked at Pash with a helpless expression before taking the lead and moving a piece.

The Blood Peak Sovereign smiled slightly, chatting easily as he began the game, though his heart was not as calm as his surface suggested. There was even a hint of satisfaction, though he did not show it.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Blood Peak Sovereign, Pash, gave the impression of a good-natured man without a temper, always gentle and never fighting or competing for anything. Because of this, he had good relationships with many Sovereigns, from the Destruction Overlord, Xing Yi, Zijing, and Lester, all the way to Theresia.

However, Pash had lived for countless billions of years and was a lofty Sovereign; how could he truly be a simple, honest man? As the master of the Blood Peak Continent, he had been constrained everywhere because the Four Divine Beasts Clan resided in his territory. Coupled with their overbearing nature, how could he not have his own thoughts?

Pash was simply clear-headed and knew his place. With the Four Divine Beasts in the Blood Peak Continent, he never clashed with them. Whether it was a Supreme Artifact or other Heaven and Earth Treasure, he did not fight or compete, and he never stood against any Sovereign.

Pash had experienced the chaotic era of the Sovereigns. At that time, there were no Sovereign agreements, and Sovereigns had fallen—even Overlords had perished. He knew very well that the Sovereign agreement was not omnipotent; as a low-level Sovereign, he just needed to do his own part.

As long as he didn't try to snatch Supreme God tokens like Theresia, or offend Overlords with his mouth like Bote'er, there would be no danger. Even if the Overlords changed, he would be fine.

Although he felt a bit of gossip and pleasure at the plight of Reding and the others, Pash quickly refocused his mind to concentrate on the chess game in front of him.

The news between Ren and the Four Divine Beasts Clan was like a bomb, detonating throughout the Divine Planes.

In the Wind Divine Plane, at the peak of Wind God Mountain, inside the blue palace of the Venna Clan.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! The Four Divine Beasts Clan, they finally got what was coming to them!"

Venna laughed loudly, his white eyebrows curling down, looking somewhat comical, but Venna didn't care at all; he just wanted to vent his emotions to his heart's content.

Not long ago, the Four Divine Beasts Clan had come to his door and forced him to hand over his own son. For the sake of his clan, Venna had gritted his teeth and accepted it, even though his heart was bleeding, and his hatred for the Four Divine Beasts Clan had reached its peak.

However, Venna had not expected that only a few years later, retribution would come for the Four Divine Beasts Clan. They had offended a Paragon Highgod, and the clan had suffered the slaughter of dozens of Seven-Star Demons and multiple Asuras, while the children of the Sovereigns were severely injured. Now, Venna only felt a sense of relief, his mood incredibly pleasant.

"A Paragon, an invincible Paragon. If my Venna Clan could produce a Paragon, we wouldn't be in this situation!"

As he laughed, Venna withdrew his expression, rubbed his temples, sighed, and muttered with a bitter smile.

He knew better than anyone that a Paragon could change the clan's predicament, but a Paragon was not so easily achieved. The more powerful one was, the more they understood the difficulty of reaching the Paragon realm. As an Asura-level powerhouse, how could he not understand?

"Forget it, forget it. I should still order the clansmen to keep a low profile for the time being."

After a long silence, Venna made his decision. After all, the Four Divine Beasts Clan had just suffered a major change, and no one knew if they would temporarily lie low or vent their emotions on others in retaliation.

The same scene was happening simultaneously in various planes: the Bolin Clan in the Heavenly Realm, the Edric Clan in the Life Divine Plane, the Ashcroft Clan in the Netherworld... one after another, they laughed in private before ordering their clansmen to be cautious and restrain their actions.

Especially the Reynalds Clan in Hell; because they were closest to the Four Divine Beasts Clan, Reynalds simply ordered his clansmen to stay in the city and not go out for the next million years unless there was a special situation, so as not to run into the Four Divine Beasts Clan while they were in a bad mood and be caught in the crossfire.

As for the reaction of the outside world, although Ren could guess some of it, he didn't care. The moment he broke through to become a Paragon, such a day was destined to come.

At this moment, Ren finally took out the Spatial Ring that belonged to the former Prefect of Liang'an, Alfred, which he had casually put away earlier.

When Emmanuel and Conofier first came, Ren had felt a bit surprised. After all, although the people of the Four Divine Beasts Clan were overbearing, there was no reason for them to help Alfred for no reason, unless he could offer conditions that would tempt Emmanuel.

But Alfred was no longer a Prefect at that time. Having lost his strongest divine clone, what could he use to move an elder born into the Four Divine Beasts Clan?

"What exactly is in this Spatial Ring?"

Ren thought to himself as he dripped blood to claim ownership, his divine sense entering to take a look. A moment later, his calm eyes revealed a hint of shock.