126: Chapter 126 God Allen!
South Sea.
Necropolis of the Gods.
South Sea.
The surging waves crashed against the reefs, splashing crystal-clear spray into the sky.
Beirut stood in mid-air, his black robes fluttering violently in the gale.
"Follow closely."
He chuckled, his figure suddenly plummeting, diving straight into the icy seawater.
Allen Dawson followed closely behind, a faint layer of fire-colored Divine Power appearing on the surface of his body.
A barrier, like a water-avoiding pearl, pushed the seawater away as the two of them sped through the deep sea.
Ten thousand meters deep.
A towering magic array emitted a faint blue light.
This was the entrance to the Necropolis of the Gods, and also the most core Forbidden Ground of the Yulan Continent.
Beirut pointed a finger.
Hum!
The massive bronze gate slowly creaked open.
The two passed through layers of corridors, bypassing the prisons holding God-level Experts, heading straight upwards.
The seventeenth floor.
That was a height Allen Dawson had never set foot on.
But he did not stop, and neither did Beirut.
"Kid."
"You will certainly find the scenery above unforgettable."
Beirut's tone carried a hint of indescribable heaviness.
The eighteenth floor.
The moment Allen Dawson stepped onto this floor, his breathing stalled.
Empty.
Desolate.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was the four massive corpses lying in the center of the space.
The cyan Dragon, its scales still shimmering with a metallic luster even after losing its life.
The crimson Vermilion Bird, with wings spanning tens of thousands of meters, the remnant aura of fire causing the space to distort.
The earth-yellow Basalt, like an insurmountable mountain, the patterns on its carapace revealing the vicissitudes of time.
The white Divine Tiger, fangs like swords, its aura of slaughter piercing the heavens.
These were the Four Divine Beasts.
These were the four Sovereigns who had once shaken the Higher Planes.
Allen Dawson stood before the Dragon's head; the suppression stemming from Bloodline and status made the hair on his body stand on end.
"These are the Four Divine Beast Sovereigns."
"Even after falling for ten thousand years, their Divine Might can still suppress Highgods."
Beirut stood with his hands behind his back, staring at these corpses with complex eyes.
Suddenly.
A terrifying pressure erupted from Beirut.
Allen Dawson only felt his Soul sink abruptly.
He was a Great Perfection!
His Laws of Fire had already fully achieved Fusion, and Willpower was upon him.
Yet, in the face of this power, he found himself unable to move.
Humble.
Weak.
This feeling made him extremely unhappy.
"My Lord, this is—"
Allen Dawson struggled to stay standing, each word squeezed out from between his teeth.
Beirut turned his head, the smile on his face completely gone, replaced by the indifference of a deity.
"Sovereign."
"Allen, this is the power of a Sovereign."
He paused for a moment, seemingly waiting for Allen Dawson to digest this shocking fact.
"There are seventy-seven Sovereign sparks in the world."
"Each Sovereign spark represents a supreme authority."
"Compared to other God-level Experts."
"A Sovereign is Heaven, is Fate."
Allen Dawson's heart raced.
Although he had long guessed this scene.
But seeing the Sovereign Divine Might with his own eyes, the impact was still immense.
"Then, My Lord, you—"
Allen Dawson deliberately put on a puzzled expression.
Beirut walked to the side of the Azure Dragon's corpse, his withered palm stroking the cold scales.
"Over ten thousand years ago."
"A great war erupted in the Void Realm!"
"The Chief Sovereign of Light, Augusta, ambushed the Four Divine Beasts."
"In that battle, space shattered, and the plane trembled."
"The Four Divine Beast Sovereigns fled near a material plane, eventually falling outside the Yulan Plane."
Beirut sneered.
"The Chief Sovereign of Light wanted to harvest the spoils, wanted to obtain these four Sovereign sparks."
"Unfortunately."
"He miscalculated regarding me."
Allen Dawson's heart sank.
That dusty past was even more thrilling than the legends.
"I took advantage of the chaos to snatch the corpses and the Sovereign sparks."
"Augusta went mad."
"He wanted to descend, wanted to kill me."
"But he couldn't descend, and could only send out Sovereign projections one after another."
"In this Yulan Continent, how much strength can a Sovereign projection have?"
"I crushed them all!"
Beirut's tone carried a touch of wild arrogance.
But he soon sighed again.
"And precisely because of this."
"This Sovereign Clone of mine is trapped here."
"As long as I dare to step out of the Yulan Plane."
"Augusta will definitely annihilate me instantly."
Allen Dawson fell silent.
This was the price.
Stealing the authority of a deity meant bearing the wrath of a deity.
Beirut stared fixedly at Allen Dawson, his eyes filled with the fanaticism of someone who had chosen a successor.
"Allen, I watched you grow up."
"Your talent, your Heart-Nature, all far exceed who I was back then."
He waved his right hand.
A fiery-red Sovereign spark slowly floated before Allen Dawson.
That pulsating flame light seemed to possess life, tempting all living beings in the world.
"This is a Fire-type Lowgod Sovereign spark."
"Refine it, and you will be a Fire-type Sovereign."
"But let me warn you beforehand."
"Once you become a Sovereign, you are my ally."
"That old thing, Augusta, will not let go of any Sovereign who has ties to me."
Beirut's tone turned cold.
"In other words."
"Unless we can kill him."
"Otherwise, your Fire God Clone will only be able to stay in the Yulan Continent for the rest of its life."
"Do you dare?"
This question was as heavy as a thousand jun.
Allen Dawson looked at that crystal-clear Sovereign spark.
His hand trembled slightly, but his heart was incomparably firm.
Stay in the Yulan Continent?
A joke.
As long as one is strong enough, where can one not go?
After Great Perfection, the improvement of strength had fallen into a dead end.
Only by becoming a Sovereign can one see the scenery at higher heights.
"In this world, there is nothing I dare not do."
A cold, hard expression appeared on the corner of Allen Dawson's mouth.
He bit his middle finger, a drop of essence blood dripping onto the Sovereign spark.
Hum!
The entire eighteenth floor of the Necropolis of the Gods trembled violently.
Countless threads of Law emerged from the Void Realm, wrapping around Allen Dawson heavily.
That feeling was as if the entire Laws of Fire were submitting to him.
The Sovereign spark entered his brow.
The power of the Laws of Fire surged crazily.
Willpower!
A massive amount of Willpower surged in like a tide.
A normal Lowgod Sovereign has a base Willpower of five portions.
And Allen Dawson was a Great Perfection, possessing an additional reward of one portion of Willpower.
Now, he possessed six portions of Willpower.
This was not the end.
A Great Perfection Sovereign has an ultimate understanding of the Laws.
In terms of attack power, he was ten times stronger than those ordinary Sovereigns.
This meant.
Although Allen Dawson was only a Lowgod Sovereign.
But his true combat power was already comparable to an ordinary Midgod Sovereign.
"This kind of power—"
A moment later.
Allen Dawson slowly opened his eyes, stars seeming to extinguish within his pupils.
He lowered his head to look at his own hands.
That feeling of controlling everything was truly intoxicating.
The Void Realm danced at his fingertips.
As if with a gentle press, this plane would collapse.