Panlong, magnetic field rotation

Chapter 135 Dennington's Great Perfection
"You're such a lucky person..."

The four divine beasts greeted her warmly, introduced themselves, and invited Lan Yu to visit the Hellish Sacrifice Mountain Range.

However, during their conversation, projections of other main gods descended one after another, and their expressions became complicated upon seeing the four divine beasts.

Hurley sneered, "Hmph, the Four Divine Beasts are quite cunning, trying to trick people into going out to hunt!"

He directly told the new Wind Ruler about the special characteristics of the Four Divine Beasts, including how the previous Ruler died.

"Hulley, don't talk nonsense!"

"We simply wanted to invite the new Wind Ruler as a guest; we had absolutely no other intentions!"

The four divine beasts rebuked them with displeasure, but they simply refused to admit it, secretly lamenting that they were too late.

Nobody believed them at all.

The projection of Augusta, the Lord of Light, smiled knowingly and said, "The Four Divine Beasts, do you dare to swear an oath to the Supreme God of Destiny?"

Like Hurley, he deeply dislikes the Four Divine Beasts, which pose a threat to his life.

That was a killer move!

The four divine beasts immediately turned gloomy and fell silent, but secretly harbored resentment towards the Lord of Light.

"let's go."

Seeing the sneers and mocking expressions of the several rulers, Redding was furious. Knowing that staying here would only bring him humiliation, he immediately disbanded his projection clones.

The same goes for Ers, Nemo, and Bowen.

In the following time, the other rulers chatted with Lan Yu, telling him about the contents of the God's Agreement and some precautions, and then successively disbanded their projection clones.

Throughout the entire process, none of the main gods of the underworld discussed the ownership of the faith power of the Magnolia Plane, which can be considered an acceptance of the fact that the Death Church has been completely expelled and cleaned up.

There's nothing we can do about it. In a material plane with a native god, no one can compete with him for faith. Besides, this is just an insignificant little place. If we lose it, we lose it. The underworld doesn't lack faith at all.

Wind-based divine plane.

Lan Yu arrived at Liufeng Mountain via a teleportation array. The power of the main god covered the entire divine plane. She communicated with several wind-element main gods who were there and arrived at the palace of the former wind-element ruler.

Wind God Continent.

The lush green mountain rises a thousand feet from the ground, with towering peaks and jagged rocks. One huge cliff stands upright, while another lies across it, resembling a serpent raising its head, exuding extraordinary power.

The mountaintop is shrouded in clouds and mist.

The palace floats silently, appearing from afar like a pale blue mist, dreamlike and ethereal, constructed from pale blue floating stones that seem to have been given life by the wind.

The palace's overall design is simple yet dynamic.

Each floating stone has a faint blue halo flowing across its surface, like the veins of the wind. Under the sunlight, the halo becomes even more dazzling, blending into the surrounding clouds and mist.

The palace interior is spacious and bright, with a high dome that creates a strong sense of spatial depth.

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting dazzling shadows on the ground, much like the invisible trails of the wind.

In the center of the palace, a throne carved from pale blue crystal stands quietly, radiating a soft and mysterious light, as if telling of the supreme majesty and power of the wind elemental ruler.

Lan Yu entered the palace and stepped onto the floating stone steps. It was as if a gentle breeze was lifting him up to the throne. He sat down steadily, his emotions surging. He had a feeling of being above all living beings and transcending worldly affairs, which made him somewhat intoxicated.

Indeed, this is true. Every main god is the most precious being in the world, let alone the wind elemental ruler. With just a word, he can decide the life, death, honor, and disgrace of countless god-level powerhouses.

Lan Yu sighed inwardly, "As expected, one's birth determines 99% of their fate. If I didn't have a god father, I would never have become a god in this life, let alone dare to dream of becoming a ruler."

He used his divine sense to communicate, saying, "Theresia, I heard you are a Wind Element Grand Perfection cultivator."

Coincidentally, there is also a continent called Qingya in the wind-elemental divine plane, which is the territory managed by Theresia.

On the edge of a shimmering beach stood a young man with silver hair, a hooked nose, and long, narrow eyes that were sharp like those of a hawk, gazing out at the sea.

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Theresa answered respectfully, but inwardly she was extremely envious of Lan Yu's luck.

He rose from the material plane, easily becoming a god like a genius. After fighting his way to the underworld, he finally obtained a main godhead, which he refined into a lower-level wind god. Later, he relied on the power of faith to break through to the Great Perfection realm. His mentality has always been confident and proud.

He relied on strength and courage, but ended up as a lower-level main god. Only after reaching the Great Perfection stage could he barely be compared to a middle-level main god.

This Lan Yu, also born in the material plane, easily picked up the godhood of the wind element overlord who was killed by the four divine beasts, and became one of the eleven element overlords, high above and above himself.

Theresa was filled with resentment and jealousy of the new ruler's good fortune! But he had to keep these thoughts hidden and dared not show them in the slightest.

There's no way around it; luck is also a form of strength in this world! He simply can't defeat Lan Yu, the new ruler, so he can only obediently follow orders!

Lan Yu was delighted and asked without hesitation, "Theresia, could you please compile a cultivation experience for me?"

He thought that since he had already used the word "trouble," he had already given Dayuan enough face.

Theresa grumbled inwardly, but outwardly he smiled and nodded politely, replying, "Okay, give me some time and I'll send it to you, Your Majesty."

Lan Yu smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, Theresa. I've also heard about the Supreme Artifact. Have you had any leads over the years?"

He said this to all the main gods residing in the wind-elemental divine plane.

"No."

"The supreme deity's token of death will most likely appear in the underworld."

"The Lord of Death keeps a close eye on this, making it difficult for us to send people to the underworld to search."

"I don't care about that."

Theresia and several wind-elemental gods explained everything clearly.

Previously, because the position of the Wind Ruler was vacant, no one was willing to submit to anyone else. The Wind God Plane, which already had few main gods, was basically a disorganized mess. Everyone was secretly searching for the supreme god's token and also had to be wary of each other.

Lan Yu feigned urgency and ordered, "I don't care about other planes, but we must intensify our search in the Wind God Plane!"

He admired his father, who had secretly collected the remaining two tokens of the Supreme God of Death long ago. No wonder the Lord of Death and the others couldn't find them.

"Yes."

On the surface, the main gods like Theresa naturally obeyed the ruler's orders, but what they thought in secret remains unknown.

The actions of the wind-elemental divine plane involve countless aspects of the divine realm, and naturally cannot escape the attention of other main gods.

Some remained calm, some mocked, and some were indifferent, but most didn't take the actions of this new Wind Ruler seriously. Getting a Godhood by chance was already incredibly lucky; to even dream of a supreme artifact was naive.

Centuries later, through various channels and by secretly communicating with her father through the Earth God's avatar, Lan Yu has become increasingly familiar with the structure and current state of the main gods.

In the main palace, on the pale blue crystal throne.

Lan Yu frowned, sighed, and said, "This wind-elemental divine plane is completely disorganized; the team will be difficult to lead!"

Aside from the two mid-level wind-elemental main gods, and Theresa, a lower-level main god at the Great Perfection stage, who was willing to listen to him, the other three main gods were beyond his control.

The White Tiger of the White Tiger Continent is one of the Four Divine Beasts.

Fletcher of the Tornado Continent has pledged allegiance to the Thunder-type Overlord.

Winters of the Sky-Ringing Continent has pledged allegiance to the Lord of Fate.

Even Theresa, I heard, has frequent dealings with the Hell Plane, where she has a settlement that she doesn't live in regularly. She is lukewarm towards his orders as the Wind Ruler, neither openly refusing nor very enthusiastic.

Fortunately, Lan Yu has a stable mindset. Now that she has become the ruler, she doesn't expect too much else. She can just cooperate with her father according to the plan.

Time has passed for millions of years... billions of years... tens of billions of years...

Lynn underestimated the patience of the Lord of Death. Although he had inquired about the progress of the investigation many times over the years and expressed suspicion that a certain god was hiding something, he did not think of himself based on the magnetic field analysis, after all, he was a god born in the highest plane.

This is a good thing, so Lynn told Lan Yu to hold back for now.

The other rulers, unaware of the truth, are still searching.

Three hundred billion years later.

Lynn's small death dimension.

Inside the secret chamber of the black castle, a massive magic circle is based on a mysterious substance that emits a soft, pale blue glow. The runes on it resemble flowing galaxies, formed from the pure power of life and the God of Death, intertwined in green and black to create intricate patterns.

At the core of the magic circle, Lynn sat cross-legged.

The Life God's avatar and the Death God's avatar are both within the soul space of the Holy Domain's main body. The magnetic fields of life and death combine and exert their power, day after day, tediously refining the essence of the divine spark, absorbing it into the body thread by thread, increasing the foundation of one's foundation like an ink painting.

"Huh...huh..."

Lynn took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, his brows revealing excitement and joy. He reached out and clenched his fist in the air in front of him. He did not use a single bit of energy. It was profound, the power of will, the force of magnetic fields, and simply his physical cultivation. Yet the space was like a lake with ripples, wrinkles, and cracks.

"Just one step away from reaching the level of a main artifact physique!"

His current physical strength far surpasses that of a top-tier artifact, but he is still just a step away from the level of a main artifact. With a little more effort, he can break through that barrier.

"It will take about a billion years, earlier than I expected!"

I roughly estimate that I will be able to reach the level of Heimus, the messenger of the Earth Lord in the original work. The original text clearly states that I will barely reach the level of the main artifact.

"Huh? Someone is calling me!"

Lynn suddenly sensed something and, without thinking, mobilized a trace of authority contained within the main godhead, confirmed the coordinates, and gathered the power of the main god to descend upon the projection.

Candlelight Dimension.

On the plains of this plane, there are patches of eerie forests.

White mist filled the forest, often flickering with eerie green will-o'-the-wisps, like nimble sprites leaping and darting among the trees, adding to the forest's mystery and gloom.

An ancient castle stands at the edge of the forest.

The walls are made of black boulders, carved with all sorts of strange patterns and runes, exuding a mysterious aura in the darkness.

The open space ahead.

Dennington smiled, his long, dark hair fluttering in the wind. He was full of vigor and high spirits. At this moment, he had reached the pinnacle of godhood, and his mood was better than ever before.

"Tsk...tsk..."

Above the sky, a mass of black divine power suddenly gathered, quickly forming the figure of a black-haired youth in a black robe, his eyes gleaming with a cold, eerie light—it was none other than Lynn.

"Lord God!"

Dennington gave a slight bow, a gesture that startled Lynn. Lynn then seemed to understand something and smiled, saying, "You've reached the pinnacle!"

As he spoke, the power of the magnetic field was released!

After becoming a supreme god, the power of the soul is contained within the power of the supreme god, and his magnetic field power is based on the soul, so as long as he is willing, even a projected clone can be used normally.

Within Lynn's magnetic field range, Dennington's magnetic field was as bright and dazzling as starlight, unlike any other high god.

Dennington nodded and smiled happily, "Yes, Lord God, I have just broken through to the final step and become a High God of the Great Perfection of the Death Rules. Remember to notify you as soon as possible, as you instructed!"

Lynn was also very happy and nodded repeatedly in praise, "Good, good, good, Dennington, you performed exceptionally well, you certainly did not disappoint me!"

As a supreme deity, having a high-ranking god as an envoy is a very prestigious thing.

Gods must kneel before the main god when they have an audience, except for those at the Great Perfection level, who only need to bow slightly. This is an unspoken rule that all main gods agree to, because those at the Great Perfection level are worthy of respect.

"Come, fight me!"

Lynn was filled with excitement and took the initiative to attack Dennington. He had never fought against a master of the Death Rules before, and Dennington was the best candidate to learn from his experience and improve himself.

The projected clone emitted a dark and eerie light, its death power surging. With a wave of its hand, a black death ray tore through space, shooting towards Dennington like a beam of light that would destroy the world.

Wherever this ray passed, space shattered like a broken mirror.

Dennington's eyes narrowed, and with the same powerful willpower, he drove the power of death. A deep, dark mist of death instantly surged around him, forming an iron wall to resist Lynn's attack. Wherever the mist went, it silently dissolved the death rays.

Seeing this, Lynn smiled, clapped his hands, and used his own divine power to merge with the power of the magnetic field, condensing a hundred-meter-long Death Demon Sword!
"Buzz!"

The blade was wreathed in a dense aura of death as it slashed down fiercely at Dennington, tearing a huge rift in the space.

Dennington smiled and raised a hand, its edge like a blade, brimming with the power of his will!

Although he didn't even use the divine artifact, that was enough.

With his strength and experience, he naturally knew that the projection avatar of the main god did not possess the power of will!

Dennington thought confidently, "As long as there is no power of will, there is absolutely no way to stop the power of will. This advantage is on my side!"

So he wielded his knife-like hand and met the attack head-on!
(End of this chapter)