A single portion of Paragon-level Will. What a simple and unadorned reward!
Any Sovereign who obtained this portion of Will would see their strength increase tenfold.
Although, for the Sovereigns of a single element, everyone received the reward, meaning that in a sense no one had truly gained an advantage within their own group.
However, compared to Sovereigns of other elements, the Death Sovereigns of the Netherworld now possessed one additional portion of Paragon-level Will. As a result, Death Sovereigns of the same rank were now ten times stronger than Sovereigns of other elements!
"Alas..."
The Fate Sovereigns glanced at the Death Sovereigns, unable to conceal the envy in their eyes.
They had only missed it by a little. Otherwise, this reward of Will would have belonged to them.
Of course, even though they secretly blamed Lord Locke for interfering, none of them dared reveal such emotions on their faces.
Contrary to the reactions of the other Sovereigns, Fate Chief Sovereign Orloff was the exception.
After seeing that the reward for ten consecutive victories in the Planar Battlefield was additional Will for all Sovereigns of one element, Fate Chief Sovereign Orloff sighed.
So in the end, regardless of whether the Celestial Realm had won this Planar War or not, his own position would not have changed.
If the Celestial Realm lost, Death Chief Sovereign of the Netherworld would receive the reward of Will, increasing her strength tenfold.
If the Celestial Realm won, Lord Locke's Fate Sovereign clone would also receive a portion of Will, likewise increasing his strength tenfold.
Those two were husband and wife. Regardless of which one grew stronger, it wasn't good news for him.
Thinking about it this way, Fate Chief Sovereign Orloff suddenly lost all desire to pursue another ten consecutive victories in the Planar Battlefield.
After all, Locke and he were both Fate Sovereigns. If Orloff grew stronger through ten consecutive victories, Locke would become stronger alongside him.
This gave Fate Chief Sovereign Orloff the strange feeling that he was working for Lord Locke.
However, while Orloff abandoned the pursuit of ten consecutive victories, Light Chief Sovereign Augusta did not.
On the contrary, he saw hope of becoming the "strongest Sovereign."
At present, six Light Sovereigns had already appeared.
Among them, the two Intermediate Light Sovereigns and the three Lesser Light Sovereigns under him possessed no strength capable of threatening Augusta.
If Augusta obtained two more ten-victory rewards from the Planar Battlefield, he himself would reach a level comparable to the Chief Sovereigns of the Edicts.
If he obtained five ten-victory rewards, then even Lord Locke would no longer intimidate Light Chief Sovereign Augusta in the slightest.
Moreover, neither Lord Locke nor Death Chief Sovereign possessed Light Sovereign clones.
In other words, if handled properly, Augusta truly had the possibility of surpassing Orloff and becoming the strongest Sovereign.
Fate Chief Sovereign Orloff, whose thoughts were linked with Augusta's, paused slightly, but he didn't interrupt Augusta's fantasies.
In Orloff's opinion, he himself had indeed lost the possibility of surpassing Lord Locke through the Planar Battlefield.
But Augusta still possessed such potential.
If Augusta could surpass Lord Locke through repeated ten-victory rewards from Planar Wars, Orloff didn't mind providing Augusta with some conveniences.
Locke had absolutely no idea that because of his existence, Orloff had already begun preparing to give way to Augusta.
Of course, even if Locke knew, he wouldn't have reacted.
The current Orloff was still too young.
Certainly, the Planar Battlefield was a visible and tangible path by which Sovereigns could increase their power.
If all Sovereigns united and agreed to take turns obtaining ten consecutive victories, perhaps no one could predict how powerful they might eventually become.
Unfortunately, no Sovereign was willing to remain forever beneath others.
Therefore, unless it was their own elemental plane obtaining ten consecutive victories, the Sovereigns of the various planes would tacitly work together to stop whichever plane was about to achieve ten consecutive victories and break its streak.
Locke was certain that during the next attempt at ten consecutive victories, even if the Netherworld were the side with nine consecutive victories, the Sovereigns of the other Divine Planes would spare no effort to prevent the Netherworld from obtaining another ten-victory reward.
After all, as things stood now, the Death Sovereigns of the Netherworld were already ten times stronger than Sovereigns of the same rank from other elements.
If the Death Sovereigns received yet another portion of Will, it would mean that Netherworld Sovereigns stood an entire level above Sovereigns of other elements.
It would be equivalent to everyone being a Paragon.
The Sovereigns of the other elements would never allow such a thing.
After witnessing the war between the Netherworld and the Celestial Realm, some Sovereigns lost interest in the remaining two Planar Wars and directly returned to their own Divine Planes.
Death Chief Sovereign herself had no interest in watching these Deities slaughter one another, but since Locke was interested, she simply stayed by his side and watched together with him.
"Locke, what are you looking for?"
After several times, Death Chief Sovereign finally noticed that Locke seemed to be deliberately searching for something and directly asked.
"Mm..."
Locke stroked his chin and withdrew the soul power from his eyes.
"I'm trying to see whether I can find several Deities with the potential to become Paragons and nurture them. I want to test whether I can raise several Paragons myself."
"Unfortunately, after watching so many people fight, I haven't found anyone with such potential."
"Haha..."
Death Chief Sovereign Lilia burst into laughter.
"Locke, how many Paragons have appeared since the creation of the universe?"
"If it were so easy for you to encounter people with the potential to become Paragons, then Paragons wouldn't be so rare."
"And potential is only potential. If it can't be fully realized, then one may spend an entire lifetime without ever reaching the Paragon realm."
Among all lifeforms in the Coiling Dragon universe, no one understood the difference between non-Paragons and Paragons better than Death Chief Sovereign.
After all, she was the only person in the world who had once been trapped before the threshold of Paragon, unable to break through, before later rebuilding her foundation under Locke's guidance and ultimately succeeding in reaching the Paragon realm.
The Sovereigns who remained behind to watch the battles were all moved when they heard the conversation between Lord Locke and Death Chief Sovereign.
It seemed that Lord Locke possessed the ability to determine whether others had the possibility of becoming Paragons.
"What you say makes sense."
"Perhaps out of thousands of people with Paragon potential, only one can truly succeed."
"But I still want to try and see whether, with my intervention, these lifeforms with Paragon potential can break through their limitations and successfully advance."
To Locke, Paragon Laws were accelerators for cultivation.
If he could obtain Earth Paragon Laws and Fire Paragon Laws as well, he was confident that he could successfully advance to the level of a Godking within one kalpa.
However, according to what Locke knew, more than a thousand kalpas in the future there would be Fire Paragons, Light Paragons, Lightning Paragons...
But there would be no Earth Paragons, Dark Paragons, Destruction Paragons, Life Paragons...
Therefore, if Locke wished to gather all eleven Paragon Laws of the magical universe, personally cultivating them was unavoidable.
Otherwise, after more than a thousand kalpas, Linley would already have transcended while Locke himself still hadn't perfected the Spatial Laws or reached the Godking realm.
In that case, Locke felt he would have disgraced the reputation of all transmigrators.
After hearing this, Death Chief Sovereign said nothing further.
She herself was a Death Paragon personally cultivated anew by Locke, so she firmly believed that Locke could indeed nurture Paragons.
It was just that after spending so many years together, she suddenly realized that aside from the periods when she wanted to conceive children and they spent much time together, most of the time both of them had devoted themselves to cultivation.
If Locke spent the little free time he still had on raising Paragons, then the amount of time he could spend with her would become even less.
Of course, this thought only flashed through Death Chief Sovereign's mind before she immediately discarded it.
Death Chief Sovereign wasn't some little woman concerned only with romance.
Just as Locke had expected, after another thirty thousand years, the final two Planar Wars concluded, and he still failed to discover anyone whose "spirituality" possessed the potential to become a Paragon.
...
Netherworld.
Locke sat on a small stool and cast the line from his fishing rod into the lake.
Several tens of trillions of years had passed since the previous Planar War.
Just as Locke had expected, during these dozens of Planar Wars, not a single Divine Plane achieved another reward for ten consecutive victories.
Forget ten victories.
Not even nine consecutive victories had appeared.
Only the Light Divine Plane and the Infernal Realm had once achieved eight consecutive victories.
Both were intercepted during the ninth Planar War and stopped at eight wins.
According to Locke's memories, in the past, Sovereigns generally only targeted planes that had reached ten consecutive victories.
However, the stunt pulled by Fate Chief Sovereign Orloff and Light Chief Sovereign Augusta that time had disgusted many more Sovereigns.
None of them wished to be exploited by others during the final interception.
Thus, whenever any plane reached seven consecutive victories, the Sovereigns of the other Divine Planes and Higher Planes would tacitly begin suppressing it.
Even if the interception during the seventh victory failed, more Sovereigns would join during the eighth.
By the time that plane reached eight consecutive victories, the ninth Planar War would practically become a one-versus-ten battle with no possibility of victory.
As for Locke, throughout these dozens of Planar Wars, he had still failed to discover any lifeform capable of surprising him.
Outside of the Planar Battlefield, nearly every thousand years, Locke would spread his soul power across the Seven Divine Planes and Four Higher Planes, searching for lifeforms with the potential to become Paragons.
Unfortunately, every attempt ended in disappointment.
"Alas..."
Locke let out a sigh.
"What are you sighing about?"
Upon hearing Locke's sigh, Lilia's figure suddenly appeared beside him and asked.
"Of course I'm sighing over the ignorance of the lifeforms in this world..."
In front of Death Chief Sovereign, Locke had no need to conceal his emotions.
Nor was there any need to do so.
(End of Chapter)
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