One month later.
In an office at Spirit Pagoda.
Su Chen leaned back on the sofa, his gaze looking out at the magnificent city beneath his feet.
The afternoon sunlight slanted in from the west, illuminating the floating dust in the air clearly.
He fondled the Fate Compass in his hand, that dark gold Bagua disk rotating slowly between his fingers.
Su Chen's posture as he leaned against the sofa was very relaxed, overlooking his own kingdom like a monarch.
Ever since he obtained the authority of the Plane Lord, his control over the Douluo Plane could be said to be as clear as the back of his hand.
The entire plane was like a body of his own, and every inch of land, every wisp of wind, and every living creature was within his perception range.
For those Evil Soul Master strongholds, Su Chen did not need to waste time on divination at all; with just a single thought, he could find every single Evil Soul Master stronghold.
This was the authority of the Plane Lord.
At the same time, he could predict the future to a certain extent; although it was not very precise, the general direction would not change.
The reason why the divine tool Fate Compass had such powerful capability was, strictly speaking, because it borrowed a trace of the Plane Lord's authority, but at the cost of "life force".
Now that Su Chen possessed the authority of the Plane Lord, this Fate Compass was a bit like a tasteless chicken rib to him.
It was precisely because of this that all predictions of the Fate Compass were limited to the Douluo Continent.
Leaving this plane, its divination effect would completely become useless.
"Little Chen, you are so amazing. Those strongholds you mentioned really do have