Yulan Continent, Dark Forest, Metal Castle.
The space rippled, and Loran, Linley, Beirut, and Bluefire stepped out from it.
"Success!" Beirut's face was filled with barely suppressed excitement. Although he had already expected the result, actually seizing a Sovereign Spark still made his heart surge with excitement.
Bluefire also remarked, "With Loran in charge, everything is indeed foolproof."
Linley was the most excited. He opened his palm, and the Wind Lower Sovereign Spark, radiating a blue halo, lay quietly in his palm, containing the powerful force of the wind-elemental Origin of the Laws.
"Teacher, this Sovereign Spark..." Linley looked at Loran.
"Refine it immediately," Loran said succinctly, "To increase our strength and prepare for the upcoming troubles."
Without further hesitation, Linley immediately sat down cross-legged, forcing out a drop of blood containing a soul imprint, which fell onto the Wind Sovereign Spark.
"Buzz--"
The Laws of the World have descended upon the Yulan Continent once more!
Although it wasn't as grand as when Beirut became the Darkness Sovereign, its unique fluctuations in rules still resonated with all the powerful beings above the Saint on the Yulan Continent, causing them to look in awe towards the direction of the Dark Forest.
A cyan aura enveloped Linley, and the wind-element Highgod Power within him began to transform into the Sovereign’s Might. His soul merged with the Wind Sovereign Spark, absorbing the Willpower representing the Laws of Wind.
This process didn't last long. When the light of the rules dissipated, Linley opened his eyes, and a sharp yet elegant aura naturally emanated from him.
With a thought, the Sovereign’s Might earth, water, and wind surged within his body. Unlike before, under the guidance of his special physique with its Four-Element Soul Mutation, these three forces began to spontaneously merge, forming a more profound and terrifying grayish Fused Sovereign Power!
The moment this Fused Sovereign Power appeared, even Beirut and Bluefire felt a chill run down their spines! It was a fundamental sense of oppression, far exceeding the combined Sovereign’s Might!
Linley felt the vast, abyss-like power within him, a power that seemed capable of easily tearing apart planes, and his eyes were filled with shock and surprise.
He tried to wave his arm, and with just a casual movement, the surrounding space groaned under the strain, and fine cracks appeared faintly.
"This feeling... is too strong!" Linley muttered to himself. He felt that he was now more than ten times stronger than before he refined the Wind Sovereign Spark!
This is not merely an additional Sovereign Spark and Willpower, but a qualitative change resulting from the fusion of the Sovereign’s Might!
Beirut carefully sensed Linley's aura and exclaimed in amazement, "The power of a fusion god, combining the Sovereign and the Fused Sovereign Power Four-Element Soul Mutation..."
Linley, with your current strength, I'm afraid that apart from the mysterious and unpredictable Orloff, no one among the Sovereign is your match!
He even felt that even with his dual main Divine Clone of darkness and wind, plus his God-Eater Rat talent, he might not be able to gain the upper hand against Linley at this moment.
Bluefire nodded in deep agreement; Linley's growth rate was truly astonishing.
Loran looked at Linley, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. The plan was progressing smoothly; the Linley, the better their chances of dealing with Orloff in the future.
"Congratulations, Linley," Loran said. "Now you only need one more Fire Lower Sovereign Spark."
Linley clenched his fist, full of confidence. "Teacher, when are we going to retrieve the Fire Sovereign Spark?"
Just as the group was discussing their next move, a cold and majestic yet familiar soul aura suddenly pierced through the barrier of the Yulan Plane and descended directly outside the Metal Castle!
" Loran!"
A cool, clear voice rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency.
Everyone's expression shifted, Loran even raised an eyebrow slightly, already sensing who the newcomer was.
The next moment, a graceful figure shrouded in a light gray mist appeared in the living room—it was none other than Teresia, the Sovereign of Death!
It wasn't her true self who appeared, but rather a divine clone of hers, yet her Sovereign aura still drew attention.
As soon as Teresia's clone arrived, her gaze immediately locked onto Loran, her purple eyes filled with scrutiny and a hint of anger. " Loran! What exactly did you do? Dya just sent a telepathic message to all four Edict Sovereign simultaneously, accusing your disciple Linley of attacking and stealing Teresia's Wind Sovereign Spark in the Divine Wind Plane! This matter has already alarmed Orloff and Uhtred!"
Her gaze swept over Linley, who had just refined the Wind Sovereign Spark and whose aura had not yet fully subsided, a hint of understanding and helplessness flashing in her eyes. "As expected... Linley has already refined it."
Beirut and Bluefire's expressions changed slightly. They hadn't expected the Wind Sovereign, Dya, to act so quickly, and to have directly reached the Edict Sovereign.
Linley looked at the teacher with some nervousness.
Despite Teresia's questioning, Loran remained calm. He gestured for Teresia to sit down and said indifferently:
"It's just a normal fight between disciples. Teresia was outmatched, so it's common for her to fall. Why make such a fuss?"
"A normal fight?" Teresia was amused and annoyed by his nonchalant attitude.
"A lower-level Paragon Lower Sovereign was publicly killed and stripped of his Sovereign Spark. In your eyes, this is just normal fighting? Orloff and Uhtred take this very seriously and have proposed holding an emergency Sovereign Conference, inviting you and Linley to explain the situation! You're coming with me to the Netherworld, and you'll be taking Linley with you."
Her arrival was both a questioning and a form of protection; she wanted to bring Loran and Linley to her territory first to prevent them from being pressured by the other Sovereign.
However, Loran slowly shook his head, a faint smile curving his lips:
"No need. Teresia, please go back and tell Orloff and Uhtred that I am at a critical moment in the fusion of rules and cannot be distracted. This meeting will be postponed for a hundred years."
Teresia was stunned. She hadn't expected Loran to be so adamant, directly refusing the summons from the Edict Sovereign and even postponing the meeting?
This is nothing short of a blatant challenge to the authority of the Sovereign power!
But looking into Loran's calm yet unfathomable eyes, and sensing an even more enigmatic aura about him than when they last parted, a thought stirred within her.
Has he really made another major breakthrough in the integration of rules?
After a moment's hesitation, the anger on Teresia's face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of helplessness and... subtle support. She snorted and said:
"Very well. Anyway, Linley and Teresia are both Lower Sovereign. According to the Sovereign Pact, those of the same rank should fight each other, and their fate is left to destiny. They can't really find fault with that. I'll refuse them for you. However, I'm afraid they won't give up easily."
"It's alright," Loran said calmly. "Just let him wait."
Teresia gave Loran a deep look, said nothing more, and her Divine Clone slowly dissipated, returning to the Netherworld to report.
After Teresia left, Beirut asked with some concern, " Loran, isn't it a bit disrespectful to Orloff and Uhtred to postpone the meeting like this? Besides, our next target for hunting down the Fire Sovereign..."
Loran's gaze was deep, looking into the distance as if piercing through countless planes. "That's precisely why we need to postpone things. Dya has made a big fuss, and all the Sovereign are bound to be on high alert now, especially those Lower Sovereign are acting alone and are relatively weak. Taking action now would greatly increase the difficulty and risk."
He paused, then continued, "Wait. Wait some time. When they think we're too pressured to act again, or when they've shifted their attention to the upcoming meeting, that will be the best time for us to strike again. Let their vigilance gradually lower over time."
Beirut, Bluefire, and Linley nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this. Indeed, being too hasty could backfire.
"Then we'll do as you say and postpone the operation," Beirut said.
Linley suppressed his urge to immediately acquire the Fire Sovereign Spark and respectfully replied, "Yes, Master, I understand."
The plan to hunt down the last Fire Lower Sovereign was temporarily shelved due to the Sovereign's inquiry, but the fangs of the Yulan Continent faction have already been revealed, and the seeds of a storm have been sown.
The next move will be earth-shattering! And Loran needs these hundred years to thoroughly consolidate the results of this rule fusion and push the fusion of the last two rules to a higher level. Beneath the calm surface of the lake, the undercurrents are becoming increasingly turbulent.