The Deal Is Complete
"Die!" Just as Chiwei was about to step forward and finish off Kazilote.
In the pitch-black night sky, a dreamlike purple light suddenly shone brightly from afar.
"Laugh!"
Before Chiwei could react, half of his face was gone, leaving his face burning with pain and him utterly shocked.
The purple ray of light pierced straight through Kazilote's forehead, and a purple High Godhead flew out from his head, falling helplessly into the Abyss below.
"How is this possible?" Didn't the Sovereign say there was still some distance to go? Chiwei quickly healed his injuries using the Sovereign’s Might, and tried his best to expand his divine sense. Nobody there?
How could that be!
He just used the Sovereign’s Might to probe with his divine sense, yet he still couldn't see anyone?
"Could it be that Sovereign has secretly intervened?" Chiwei had a suspicion in his mind, but dared not say anything more. He immediately led his subordinates and flew away quickly.
As for Kazilote's body, he could only let the Sovereign send someone to retrieve it later.
After Chiwei left, a short while later, Rog and his companion arrived at the location. Rog used his divine sense to quickly locate Kazilote's body, easily retrieved it from the bottom of the valley, and then stored it in his spatial ring.
When Rog flew out from under the cliff, he found this powerful stranger waiting for him.
The man stood in mid-air, as straight as a javelin. He was tall and exuded an aura of dominance. His long, ink-black hair, reaching to his hips, flowed freely.
On his back, he also carried a Black Longsword that exuded an aura of destruction.
"Who are you?" Although Rog knew many Paragon, he had never encountered this black-haired man among them.
"My name is Francis." Francis didn't say much, just that one sentence, and then left.
"Francis? What a strange guy." Rog shook his head. Had this man come all this way just to say something so nonsensical?
Actually, Francis wanted to spar with Rog, because Francis cultivated the Laws of Destruction!
Those who cultivate the Laws of Destruction are usually not good-tempered, and most of them are battle maniacs. However, he guessed that Rog must have been invited by the Sovereign, which was why he arrived so quickly.
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Their battle isn't urgent; it can wait until Rog has dealt with the Sovereign's subsequent requests before bringing it up again.
"Next, we'll head to the Fiend Castle in Bloodcloud Prefecture Palace." Under the silent watchful eyes of the various Sovereign, Rog's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.
"This Rog, as expected of Soul Mutation Paragon Master, that Lightwave attack could actually span tens of thousands of miles, tsk tsk..." A Sovereign with two bull horns on his head couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.
"Another Paragon has been born in this world." Another Sovereign couldn't help but sigh. These Sovereign, who possessed endless power of faith, were still unable to reach the Paragon realm.
"I even looked up information about Rog. He's only cultivated for less than 100,000 years, he's truly a genius. His talent is probably even greater than Francis's." At this moment, the Sovereign of Death also spoke up.
Although the Netherworld is vast, the divine senses of the Sovereign can each cover an entire plane. They can communicate with each other without needing to gather together. Therefore, the other Sovereign also heard what the Sovereign of Death said.
"I knew that another Paragon cultivator named Rog had appeared in the world, but I never expected that he had cultivated for less than 100,000 years. It's unbelievable."
Voices echoed from all corners of the vast Netherworld, causing numerous Sovereign to discuss the matter with astonishment.
After all, even among the Sovereign, most haven't reached the Paragon.
Those who can become Sovereign are mostly powerful beings who were born extremely early after the formation of heaven and earth. Their ability to become Sovereign is related to luck and strength, but not to whether they have reached the Paragon. Deep down, many Sovereign still admire those who can reach the Paragon.
After all, achieving Paragon relies on absolute strength, while becoming Sovereign depends most on luck and opportunity.
"Sovereign, I heard that Rog broke through to the Paragon on Nether Mountain?" Harrington suddenly brought up a topic.
"Nether Mountain?" The assembled Sovereign were involuntarily shaken. Could it be that Rog broke through using the Nether Fruit?
"My Sovereign, this..." If this news is true, then wouldn't they be...?
"This Rog did indeed break through on my Nether Mountain, and right before my eyes, he achieved the Paragon." The Sovereign of Death said this.
"My Sovereign, that Nether Fruit..." Could it be that the Nether Fruit can really help someone break through to the Paragon?
Although neither the Sovereign of Death nor the Netherworld Sovereign has broken through to the Paragon Paragon, nor have the other Sovereign who ate that fruit, perhaps one of them can?
"What are you thinking? That Rog, although he broke through in front of me, he achieved enlightenment entirely on his own. He only benefited from the lightning environment of Nether Mountain." The Sovereign of Death changed the subject, leaving the other Sovereign speechless.
"As for the Nether Fruit, I gave it to his female companion. After she ate the fruit, she only gained normal Commander strength," the Sovereign of Death continued. "You can find out more about these things with a little inquiry."
"To achieve enlightenment on one's own?"
"The environment of Nether Mountain?" Nether Mountain does indeed have those special Heaven and Earth Chains, making it a good place to cultivate the Laws of Lightning, but it is not a place that everyone can stay.
Of course, even among the Sovereign who can stay there, none have been heard of achieving enlightenment and breakthrough simply by relying on a special environment.
"So it wasn't because of the Nether Fruit..." Over the long years, these people had long known that the Nether Fruit was completely incapable of helping people break through to the Paragon, but they still held onto a sliver of hope.
"Stop overthinking it. The only way to achieve Paragon is through your own sudden enlightenment."
Even among these Sovereign, none of them were particularly confident that they could break through this barrier after obtaining the Death Demonic Tome.
If they could truly guarantee a place in the Paragon, they would have already personally intervened, and some might not even have cared about the Sovereign of Death.
However, none of them had the confidence to do so, so naturally no one dared to act rashly, and everything proceeded according to the normal rules.
Bloodcloud City, inside the Fiend Castle.
"This is Kazilote's corpse; you can verify its authenticity." Jerryan, who was guarding the Fiend Castle, hadn't expected that this news would actually attract the attention of this Paragon High-God.
Rog is a newly risen Paragon powerhouse, and he also has the endorsement of the Sovereign of the Celestial Realm. During this period, his fame was greater than that of other Paragon experts. Jerryan, who followed his master, had the opportunity to see Rog's appearance, which is why he recognized him directly.
"Since you recognize me, that makes things easier." He also happened not to have recorded the Floating Shadow of Kazilote being killed, so there was no need for further explanation.
The credibility of a Paragon High-God should be enough to convince the other party that Kazilote has been killed by him.
"With Lord Rog involved, Kazilote has no chance of escaping. To die at your hands is Kazilote's honor." Jerryan's words were quite skillful.
While flattering the Paragon, he took out a thick, jet-black tome and handed it to Rog. The cover of the tome had no words, only a mysterious diagram. As soon as Rog got his hands on it, he noticed a strong aura of death emanating from it.
"This secret manual..." Rog pondered for a moment, then instead of opening it directly, he stored it in his spatial ring before setting off towards the direction of Nether Mountain.