For one to be born, one must die. Then how was the first Bula born?” Bebe blinked.
Hearing this, Linley couldn’t help but laugh.
“Bebe, tell me, how was the first Godeater Rat born?” Linley said.
“Uh….” Bebe was speechless.
“We Bulas, along with many other unique races, are all birthed by the heavens.” Bresle laughed. “For example, I was born in the Nala material plane, but the three members of my race that I met were all born from other planes. Although I know that I can sacrifice myself to give birth to a child, for now, I don’t have that desire.”
Linley understood.
This was the rule of the universe; more powerful a race was, the fewer in number they would be.
For example, the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and the other two of the Four Divine Beasts. For example, the Abyssal Fruit Tree. The Chief Sovereign of Death, and the Chief Sovereign of Destruction. Those were most likely all unique. Although this Bula race had a very unique ability, they weren’t comparable to Godeater Rats or Abyssal Fruit Trees, and so there were quite a few of them by comparison. For example, over the course of the years, Linley alone had encountered, through using divine sense, more than a hundred members of the divine beast race, ‘Suanni Lion’.
Divine beasts were divided into classes as well, after all.
“Haha. I didn’t expect that this time, I had accepted a Bula as my Emissary.” Linley laughed. “And a grandmaster in magic formations, at that. Excellent. Let’s head out.”
Linley released his Sovereign power, bringing the group alongside him as he transformed into a ray of earthen yellow light that flew at high speed towards the nearest teleportation array.
While Linley’s group hastened towards the Infernal Realm, Borte and Manlu, the two Lesser Sovereigns, returned to the Celestial Realm.
The one and only building that hovered in the air in the Celestial Realm…the Orloff Gardens.
This levitating garden was the residence to one of the two most powerful of the four Chief Sovereigns of the Edicts…the Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff!
Within the quiet gardens. Orloff was seated in the meditative position atop the grass, his long, white beard past his chest.
“Lord Orloff.” Borte and Manlu bowed as they arrived.
“Oh, you returned.” Orloff smiled.
Borte and Manlu couldn’t help but feel comfortable. As they saw it, choosing to subordinate themselves to the Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff, had been a wise decision. The Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff, was extremely powerful. In addition, he treated others very well. Given how icy and cold the Chief Sovereign of Destruction was, submitting to him would have been extremely unpleasant.
But the Chief Sovereign of Fate? He always greeted them with a smile.
Of course they would feel comfortable, and also feel all the more loyal to the Chief Sovereign of Fate.
“Lord Orloff, you asked us to take on that man, Bresle, as an Emissary. But by the time we located and identified Bresle, he was actually with Linley.” Borte said helplessly. “We asked him to give up Bresle to us, but Linley refused. We even mentioned your name, Lord Orloff, but he didn’t care at all. He even barked at us.”
The Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff, upon hearing this, simply laughed. “Forget it. This Linley is a Chief Sovereign-level expert, after all. It isn’t strange that he has a bit of an attitude.”
“Alright.”
Borte and Manlu both bowed.
“Alright. In roughly a century, the Planar War will begin.” The Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff, rose to his feet, then stared into the distance. “I have to pay a visit to the Divine Light Plane as well.”
The Infernal Realm. Bloodridge Continent. Within the borders of the Indigo Prefecture.
“Whoosh!”
A ray of earthen yellow light flashed past the skies, descending into the Skyrite Mountains. The ray of light moved so quickly that even many of the Highgod clansmen weren’t able to notice it.
The Skyrite Mountains. Linley’s estate.
Linley’s group suddenly appeared out of nowhere within the empty, grassy field within the estate.
“Elder Linley!”
The maids and guards, upon seeing Linley, were badly startled. They all hurriedly saluted or curtsied.
“Haha, Linley, you were gone for quite long, this time.” A voice rang out. Beirut and Bluefire emerged at the same time.
Beirut swept Linley and Bebe with his gaze, along with the seven behind them. The seven were the five Emissaries, and the black-robed and white-robed Bresles. As for the commander of the army, Wilhelm, upon Linley’s group arriving at the teleportation array, Wilhelm had elected to stay behind with the teleportation array guards instead of accompanying them.
“These are the Emissaries you found?” Beirut laughed.
“Right.” Linley laughed and nodded. “But of course, finding Emissaries didn’t take up too much time. The main thing was, Bebe and I took a nice tour of those three Divine Planes.”
The nearby Bluefire couldn’t resist saying, “You seem to be quite at-ease. Right. Those clones you left behind in the estate…why are they all absorbed in training? I wanted to speak with you, but didn’t find any chance to.”
Linley could only chuckle.
Indeed, of his five major clones, only his original body was relaxed and at-ease. The other three Sovereign clones, as well as his divine fire clone, were all training.
“You can stay here for now.” Linley glanced at the Emissaries behind him, and then looked towards a distant maid. “Make the arrangements for them to have places to stay.”
“Yes, Elder.” The maid said respectfully.
The six Emissaries thus followed the maid away to settle down here.
Linley and the other two sat down around a table. The three began to drink and chat.
“Oh, from what you are saying, in the past five centuries, you’ve improved quite a bit?” Beirut said, surprised.
Linley nodded. “My power is roughly three times as great as it previously was.”
“Three times!” Beirut and Bluefire couldn’t help but feel stunned.
In truth, ever since he had begun to completely merge the four Laws, Linley’s ‘Sword Intent’ had begun to increase in power as well.
The different between the fusion of three profound mysteries of different Laws and four profound mysteries of different Laws was nearly a hundredfold. For Linley to have only improved his power threefold wasn’t much.
But to a Chief Sovereign-level expert, a threefold increase in power was truly terrifying.
“Haha, excellent!” Beirut couldn’t help but slap his hands on the table and sigh, “It seems the days of the Chief Sovereign of Light are numbered.”
“Right.” Linley nodded. “The next Planar War is less than a hundred years from now. During this period of time, the forces that will send people in to do battle will begin to gather. Augusta most likely coordinate with the Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff, as he did before. This isn’t the time to attack yet. In addition, my power is still, slowly rising. I’ll wait for now. This is the right time to wait, and what’s more, I’m quite confident.”
Beirut and Bluefire couldn’t help but laugh.