Yulan Plane, the Extreme Northern Icefields.
The Plane Overseer Hodan, upon hearing that Sadius had broken through the fifteenth level of the Planar Prison, was left utterly stunned.
The fifteenth level of the Necropolis of the Gods… only an Highgod powerhouse should even have a chance to pass through it.
Yet Sadius was only a lower God—how did he make it through?
Only now did Hodan realize that the Sanctuary magical beast he had once casually manipulated had, in such a short time, grown into a powerhouse even he had to yield to.
"I do have the Sovereign army behind me. Perhaps I can use that to threaten him… No, that's not safe enough. If only Lord Beirut could personally intervene and mediate."
Hodan sighed softly.
Just then, among the eleven planar teleportation arrays before him, the one that represented the Netherworld suddenly lit up.
Someone is coming.
"At this time? Someone from the Infernal Realm is coming to the Yulan Plane? Could it be a Highgod powerhouse, drawn here by the Sovereign Artifacts within the Necropolis of the Gods?"
Seeing the flickering light, Hodan immediately composed himself, putting on a respectful expression in advance.
Moments later, the teleportation array flared with radiance. Two figures emerged from the array.
As expected—Highgods, and two of them!
"Greetings, honored sirs."
No sooner had Hodan finished his greeting than he froze, staring intently at one of the faces—it was Odin!
Yes, the very same Odin who had been imprisoned within the Gebados Prison.
Of course, besides his Wind-element Highgod clone, Odin also possessed a Death-element Highgod clone.
"Lord Prefect, this is the Yulan Plane."
Odin ignored Hodan entirely and instead spoke with utmost deference to the other Highgod beside him.
Prefect?!
Hodan's heart trembled violently. The man beside Odin was actually a Prefect.
On the four supreme planes and the seven divine planes, a Prefect was an immensely powerful figure—someone an ordinary mid God like Hodan could go countless eras without ever laying eyes upon.
Of course, Beirut, the local emperor-like sovereign of the Yulan Plane, was an exception.
"This is my first time coming to the Yulan Plane. I've long heard that the Prefect of the Youlan Prefecture in Infernal Realm, Beirut, watches over a Necropolis of the Gods for a Sovereign, and that within it lies a Sovereign Artifact."
The Northern Skulls Prefecture Prefect, Sarnath, said leisurely.
"Prefect, after the Necropolis of the Gods opened early this time, I learned of it only because my Wind-element divine clone was imprisoned here on the Yulan Plane."
"You were thoughtful. I'll speak to Beirut on your behalf regarding your matter."
Odin quickly bowed in gratitude.
Suddenly, a voice drifted into Sarnath's mind.
"Sarnath, you came all the way from the Netherworld to my Yulan Plane and didn't even send word in advance?"
It was Beirut's voice.
"Beirut, apologies for the disturbance. I heard the Necropolis of the Gods opened early and came to take a look."
"You're also a Sovereign's Emissary—you already have Sovereign Artifacts. Why bother wading into muddy waters on the Yulan Plane? If you fall here, wouldn't that be a great loss?"
"Sovereign Artifacts… who would ever dislike having more? I only have one material-defense Sovereign Artifact. If I could obtain another, wouldn't that be even better? Don't tell me you plan to bar me from entering the Necropolis?"
"How could I? When Lord Sovereign built the Necropolis, he already said that any God-level expert can enter."
"That's good. Beirut, I do have a small favor to ask of you."
"Oh? You, Sarnath, actually have a favor to ask me? Go on, let's hear it."
"In my Northern Skulls Prefecture, there's a Highgod named Odin. I heard his Wind-element clone is imprisoned in the Yulan Plane's planar prison. Could you release him for me? Consider it a favor I owe you."
Normally, a favor from a Prefect was something no one would refuse.
"You mean Odin? I remember I've already released his Death-element clone. Now you want me to release his Wind-element clone as well? Fine… I prefer something tangible. A mere favor won't cut it. What can you offer me in exchange?"
The truth was it had been Beirut who deliberately released Odin's Death-element clone—specifically to lure over powerful figures from the divine planes.
Didn't expect Odin to be so cautious—he only brought one Prefect-level Highgod.
Sarnath's expression turned slightly unpleasant.
To release merely a seven-star fiend-level Highgod clone—equivalent to a four- or five-star fiend in strength—and yet Beirut still wanted compensation? The man was truly greedy.
"Ordinary artifacts won't interest you, Beirut. What if we price it with Highgod sparks? Thirty Highgod sparks. Fewer and you wouldn't care, more and I can't currently produce them."
"How about… considering a drop of Sovereign power instead? One drop is worth more than thirty Highgod sparks."
Sarnath fell silent. Sovereign power was something that could never be exchanged, no matter how many Highgod sparks one offered. Beirut was basically dreaming.
"Judging by your expression, you don't have much Sovereign power. Fine then—thirty Highgod sparks it is. When the day comes that the Necropolis opens, I'll hand him over to you."
Their divine sense conversation ended.
Sarnath relayed the message to Odin, who hurriedly thanked him.
"Let's go. Take me to pay my respects to Beirut personally. After all, when you're in another's domain, you should give them the proper face."
The two immediately departed the Extreme Northern Icefields and flew toward the Yulan Continent.
Hodan watched them leave, deep in thought.
I must build a connection with Odin. That way, Sadius won't dare act rashly against me.
Meanwhile, on the Yulan Continent, in the Pouant Empire—Sadius was playing around with Reyna and Luoshen.
After some careful testing, he confirmed that his son truly possessed a bloodline similar to the Dragonblood Warriors.
These past two days had given Sadius quite the headache.
His son had no magic talent whatsoever. That meant in the future he would have to undergo the Dragon Pool Baptism like the Azure Dragon lineage, to awaken a water-element divine affinity and become a God.
Did this mean he'd have to pretend his son was a descendant of the Baruch clan and take him to Infernal Realm's Heaven Mountain Range?
Naturally, Sadius would never allow his son to refine a Divine Spark to become a deity.
Then the only option left is the Edict of Destruction. Hopefully, the little one has talent in the Edicts of Destruction.
Sadius sighed softly.
Just then, he suddenly heard a voice transmission.
"Sadius, are you free?"
"Lord Leylin? What's the matter? Do you need me to come find you?"
"If it's convenient, I'll come to you."
"Of course, that's fine."
Sadius gave Reyna a few instructions, then left the imperial palace's rear court. Inside the Pouant Empire's reception palace…
Sadius had just prepared tea when Leylin appeared in the hall.
"Lord Leylin, please sit."
"Sadius, there's no need to be so formal. Just call me Leylin."
The two were quite close. Leylin preferred seeing the unrestrained, carefree Sadius from before.
"Very well, Mr. Leylin. Did you come because of the Necropolis of the Gods?"
"Exactly. I didn't expect you to actually break through the fifteenth level."
"Haha, it was just luck."
"I want to ask—how much do you know about the fifteenth through eighteenth levels?"
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