Within the Great Light Plane, in the magnificent palace hall, stood Thunder Spirit, his body flashing with bolts of lightning; Black Spirit, wrapped head to toe in a storm; and Stinger Spirit, broad and powerfully built, radiating a fierce, valiant aura.
These three were renowned throughout the Great Light Domain, three of the formidable Eighteen Protectors. Yet now, their expressions were incomparably respectful as they stood quietly within the hall, their gazes directed toward a figure seated at its head.
There was no trace of Rule Power emanating from that figure, yet he seemed to possess an immense pressure that made even these three powerful Supreme Existences tremble from the depths of their hearts.
Within the Great Light Domain, there was only one person who could make three Great Light Protectors tremble—the Great Light Overlord!
The Great Light Overlord slowly raised his head, glanced at Thunder Spirit and the other two, and only then spoke unhurriedly. "I summoned you back today to send you to a remote region."
"Please give your orders, Overlord!"
Thunder Spirit stepped forward. His strength seemed to be the greatest among the three, and the other two tacitly accepted this.
"Some time ago, I sensed that two of the seventy-two Light Envoys had disappeared, and even their contracts had been dissolved. They must have encountered an irresistible danger and died as a result. I ordered an investigation, but all we learned was that, acting on intelligence, they had gone to a distant and desolate region to search for an Imprisoned Plane of the Remnant Clan. Go and uncover the cause. Find whoever killed them and wipe them out. If they have a civilization behind them, destroy that civilization as well while you are at it!"
When the Great Light Overlord spoke of destroying a civilization, he