Material Defense Lord God Artifact

Led by Lord God Emissary Torres, Sean quickly flew out of the Gray Mist Zone and arrived in the Purple Mist region above. There was still no obstruction along the way, and they eventually reached the mountaintop.

There was no mist here. Looking back, he could still see the scenery of the Netherworld hundreds of thousands of miles away. Looking up, countless chains containing the power of purple lightning stretched downward from a gigantic floating sphere.

Beneath the gigantic sphere stood a massive black palace over a hundred meters tall, emanating a terrifying aura. It was far weaker than when the Netherworld Main God had appeared before, yet it still made Sean somewhat uncomfortable.

"You'll get used to the pressure here eventually." Torres sensed Sean's discomfort and smiled. "It took me ten thousand years to adapt."

Sean asked, "Torres, how long have you been at Nether Mountain?"

"I don't know. Countless trillions of years."

"Then you can't leave?" Sean asked cautiously.

This was what concerned him most. He wanted to take refuge here, but if he could never leave for the rest of his life, that would be far from ideal.

Torres laughed. "Haha, it's not that bad. You can leave whenever you want, and the Main God generally won't interfere. But another Lord God Emissary and I usually leave one person behind to make it convenient for the Main God to assign tasks. Still, usually nothing happens even after trillions of years."

"So that's how it is." Sean nodded.

That did not sound bad. Though it cost him some time, he had gained a Sovereign Artifact and more Sovereign's Might. That was nothing. In the world of Coiling Dragon, time was the least valuable thing.

Besides, Main Gods generally had little need to assign tasks to their emissaries, much less one of the Four Great Rule Masters.

The two soon entered the palace. Torres said, "Sean, the Main God has already sent me a message. She'll be here soon. Wait for a moment."

"Alright." Sean nodded.

The two quickly fell silent. The Main God's palace was not a suitable place for idle chatter, and even voice transmission was inappropriate. There would be plenty of time to talk elsewhere in the future.

"She's here." Torres suddenly sent a voice transmission, then knelt. "Greetings, Main God."

Sean also felt the air around him abruptly turn incomparably cold. Only Willpower could produce such a wondrous invisible influence. He followed suit and knelt. "Greetings, Main God."

A woman's indifferent voice came from above the hall. "Sean? I didn't expect you to obtain the Nether Fruit. That truly surprises me.

"You enslaved more than thirty Seven-Star Demons with Soul Seeds, and judging by the power of the Soul Attack you displayed before, it seems you have cultivated to within a single step of becoming a Paragon?"

"I'm not sure either, but I've reached a bottleneck in my cultivation." Sean replied, "Compared to ordinary Prefect Lords, my accomplishments in the soul are indeed far greater than theirs."

"Interesting. By my estimate, across the entire Netherworld, there are fewer than ten people who have reached your level in the Death Rule." The Main God's voice from above seemed to soften considerably. "Sean, raise your head."

"Yes." Sean knew that this was the moment of Death Sovereign's special interest, so he slowly raised his head. Seeing the red-haired girl seated above the hall, he put on a shocked expression. "You? You're the Main God?"

The red-haired girl sat atop the hall and said calmly, "What is it? Surprised?"

"Yes, Main God. I never expected you to be the owner of the Nether Hotel." Sean could only play along with Death Sovereign's "interest."

When one was under another's roof, one had no choice but to bow one's head. Still, Death Sovereign was quite beautiful.

However, he immediately extinguished that thought. Peak experts were highly sensitive to soul fluctuations. What if she noticed...

"Hahaha~~" Death Sovereign let out a crisp laugh. "I just love the expressions you make when you see me. It's so amusing. Unfortunately, over all these years, only a handful of people have been able to reach this place."

Sean said nothing. Forget Main Gods—even ordinary Asuras or Seven-Star Demons with no worries about survival could become terribly bored. They would always seek some amusement. Many even challenged others or ventured into deadly places for excitement, and quite a few ultimately perished because of it.

After a while, Death Sovereign finished laughing and immediately looked at Sean. "Sean, what is going on between you and the Four Divine Beasts Family?"

Sean knew he could not hide such a matter from a Main God, so he said, "Several hundred years ago, the Four Divine Beasts Family surrounded and killed a Seven-Star Demon. While fleeing for his life, he approached me in an attempt to shift the disaster onto me. I killed him and took his wealth.

"The members of the Four Divine Beasts Family who followed behind demanded that I hand over the wealth, then threatened me. I was enraged at the time, so I directly attacked them."

"So that's how it was. The Four Divine Beasts Family truly is exceedingly arrogant." Death Sovereign smiled faintly. "So you came to Nether Mountain to avoid their pursuit?"

"Yes. If it were a normal battle, I would not fear anyone from the Four Divine Beasts Family, not even their clan leader. But they possess too much Sovereign's Might. I have some as well, but once I exhaust it, I'll be in danger."

Death Sovereign said, "That may not necessarily be true. Don't forget that members of the Four Divine Beasts Family possess Sovereign Artifacts as well. If you encounter such people, no matter how profound your mysteries are, they will be useless."

"The Main God is right. That is why I could only come to Nether Mountain to hide for the time being," Sean said.

"Then you should know who I am, right?" Death Sovereign asked again.

"I do. Main God, you are the High Lord God of the Netherworld, Death Sovereign," Sean replied.

Although the secrets of Main Gods were deeply concealed in the Supreme Planes, this was not truly a secret to peak Asuras.

Ordinary Prefect Lords generally knew what rank their own Main God held, especially the Rule Masters. That was because Rule Masters required others to address them as "Sovereign," while middle- and lower-rank Main Gods were called "Main Gods."

"Mm." Death Sovereign said indifferently, "I will not interfere in your affair with the Four Divine Beasts Family. However, since you obtained the Nether Fruit, according to the rules I established, you may become a Lord God Emissary. What kind of Sovereign Artifact do you want?"

"I want a Material Defense Lord God Artifact." Sean said joyfully.

This had been his second purpose in coming to Nether Mountain. He specialized in the soul. Once he possessed a Defense Sovereign Artifact, he would be nearly invincible beneath the Paragon level, unless he encountered Beirut.

"Very well." After Death Sovereign responded, she turned her right hand. A set of black armor radiating a powerful aura appeared before her, then slowly flew toward Sean.

"This is a Material Defense Lord God Artifact. You may bind it as your master directly."

Sean saw the Defense Sovereign Artifact approaching and was just about to bind it as his own when he suddenly felt a wild, strange desire arise from the Soul Pearl deep within his soul.

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