Zhutian Panlong: They've all become gods, and they're only just joining the chat group.

I'll think about building a WeChat Moments account later; I'm busy going out right now.

They strolled out of Silver Blue Collar and headed directly west. The god-level expert who could refine Soul Golden Pearls was not on the continent of Olisis.

The Tara plane has three super-large continents, in addition to several smaller continents in the vast ocean.

These three supercontinents are dominated by forces like Olithis, which possess intermediate-level gods, and even the names of the continents may change as a result. The continent of Olithis is an example of this.

Those small continents were occupied by some lower-level gods or even Saint-level powerhouses.

The god-level expert Richard was looking for occupied a small continent overseas.

The entire Tara plane is estimated to be thousands or even tens of thousands of times larger than Earth in his previous life. Fortunately, his speed was not limited in the material plane, otherwise it would have taken him who knows how long just to travel.

Ten days later, Richard finally found the small continent he was looking for in the vast ocean. He went the wrong way several times along the way, but in the end, guided by the rules of fate, he finally found the continent.

Although it's called a small continent, its area is probably no smaller than that of Asia.

Richard didn't dare to use his spiritual power to investigate, after all, he didn't know what the other party's situation was, what if it was a reclusive mid-level god?

It would be awkward if my mental energy couldn't detect the other person but I was completely exposed.

Therefore, they should enter the village quietly, without firing a shot. Richard slowed down, disguising himself as a sanctuary.

As he flew over village after village and city after city, he discovered that this continent was quite prosperous, with a very high population density.

Wasn't this unknown god-level powerhouse supposed to be making Soul Beads? How come the continent he's on is so prosperous? Could it be that this guy is secretly capturing Saint-level powerhouses and using their souls to make Soul Beads?

However, on the other hand, although there are quite a few Saint-level experts in the entire Tara plane, probably no less than tens of thousands, the vast majority of them have status and backgrounds, and their connections can be traced back to god-level experts. After removing this part, there are only a few thousand purely unaffiliated Saint-level experts without any major backgrounds.

These thousands of Holy Domains are spread throughout the entire Tara Plane. How many can be captured?

A few days later, he figured out how the unknown deity was operating.

That guy formed a church of gods, gathered a group of holy beings as its high-ranking officials, and ruled the entire continent.

Then, religious rule was implemented throughout the continent, no nobles profited from the difference in prices, taxes were extremely low, and childbirth was encouraged. All of this made the living conditions of the inhabitants of this continent far better than those of ordinary people in other places.

Then, this bizarre tactic came. This church claimed that their deity did not want its followers to suffer in the mortal world, and that any believer over seventy years of age who felt they were about to die or who was seriously ill could apply to their local diocese, whereupon a divine messenger would come to take their soul into the Kingdom of God.

Haha, didn't expect that, did you? They don't even need to compete; it's like Jiang Taigong fishing – those who are willing will take the bait. If you don't want to go to the divine realm, then don't apply. Anyway, countless people apply every year; one more won't make a difference.

Given the massive population of this continent, the number of souls brought back each year is more than enough for that guy to refine twenty or thirty Soul Gold Beads.

This god-level powerhouse really knows how to play the game. He herds the population of an entire continent, fleeces them every year, and then uses his professional knowledge to process them into industrial products (soul gold beads) for sale.

Moreover, according to information gathered by the family, the Soul Gold Bead is very precious.

In other words, this guy is using scarcity marketing to inflate the price of Soul Gold Beads. Otherwise, a production of only a few thousand every hundred years wouldn't be considered precious. It would be enough for every god-level powerhouse in the entire plane to have dozens.

If the great wizard of the Magnolia Plane knew this, he'd probably burst into tears. He secretly collected souls to refine a few Soul Beads, and was later chased and killed by the protagonist, Linley.

And look at this one, tsk tsk. Richard felt a little sorry for the great wizard.

Great Wizard: For my peanuts, for my peanuts!

As for whether anyone can uncover the secrets here, of course they can. This continent isn't hidden by some kind of formation or anything. Since Richard has information about this place, then probably all the god-level powerhouses can find it too; it'll just take a little effort.

Everyone here is a god-level powerhouse, so why don't we have a so-called divine kingdom?

But no one exposed him, after all, this guy was a supplier of soul gold beads. And as someone who became a god through the rules, he was definitely stronger than an ordinary lower-level god, and probably skilled in soul attacks. Why would anyone provoke him for no reason?

Moreover, he didn't actively steal souls; he lied. Given the values ​​of most powerful beings in this world, why should they stop something that's consensual?

Therefore, this guy has been living a carefree life until now.

Richard found a group of people escorting the soul, and by following them, he easily found this mysterious god-level expert.

Ah, so it really is just a lower god. Although I guessed it was a lower god when I saw the church's management model, it has now been confirmed.

After all, if he were a mid-level god, why would he stay on a small continent? He could just occupy a large continent and manage it properly like he does now, and the number of souls he could harvest each year would increase by at least several dozen times.

"Since that's the case, then I won't hold back. I don't care, I'm going to act on behalf of Heaven, robbing the rich to help the poor," Richard thought to himself. "As for how I'll help the poor, that's none of your business."

Judging from this guy's display of divine power, he should be a lower-level god of death. The deathly characteristic in his divine power is impossible to conceal.

Richard took out the Azure Rain Sword. It was a bit of a pity that he hadn't had time to fully analyze Gungnir, so he couldn't apply the guaranteed hit effect to this divine weapon.

As for Gungnir itself, it's basically useless to him. Compared to the divine artifacts, both Gungnirs are too fragile. They wouldn't even be able to break through the defenses of a god-level powerhouse unless they were nurtured into divine artifacts.

A set of black armor materialized on his body—a mid-level material defense artifact gifted to him by the royal family. He felt a little regretful; it was nurtured with fire-elemental divine power and wasn't quite compatible with him. But having it at all was already a blessing; who needed a straight path?

Using a combination of the mysteries of speed and slowness, and further combined with the mysteries of wind movement and the element of wind, Richard was able to teleport across a vast distance and arrive in front of his opponent.

Both were lower-level gods, and their divine domains canceled each other out. Then Richard used the profound mystery of slowness to imprison the opponent, superimposed with the space of wind.

They even use rules of fate that they haven't fully grasped to interfere with the other person's thoughts.

I absolutely cannot let the opponent successfully unleash a soul attack, or I probably won't be able to withstand it. This guy can use soul orbs like candy; his soul must have already reached the peak of a lower-level god. And me? I've only just become a god, and the wound from my torn soul hasn't even healed yet.

As Richard unleashed his strongest attack, the material defense artifact worn by his opponent shattered instantly.

But after one material defense artifact shatters, another one immediately follows. After all, material defense artifacts aren't all armor or clothing; they can be made in other styles, just with greater difficulty in production.

Richard cursed under his breath, thinking, "This guy is really outrageous; he's got more than one layer of shell."

Three layers of defense were breached by Richard's single strike. Richard has now begun to integrate the four profound mysteries of the Wind Law. Although he hasn't fully integrated them yet, and although he hasn't fully comprehended three of them, he has grasped the basics of the other three mysteries. In terms of attack power, he has definitely reached the level of an ordinary mid-level god.

With another strike, this god-level expert, whose name Richard didn't even know, was already dead without a complete corpse. Richard saw the terrified look in the other party's eyes, but sorry, since he had already made his move, he naturally couldn't stop.

From the moment Richard launched his attack to the man's death, only a split second passed; this was Richard's absolute limit. If those two moves hadn't killed him, the outcome would have been unpredictable, since that restraining ability wasn't particularly strong, only able to restrain the opponent for a fleeting moment. But at their level, a single instant could decide many things.

Richard began to tally his spoils. A hazy, gray divine core, two spatial rings, three broken material defense artifacts, and one soul defense artifact that could barely be considered a divine artifact.