Coiling Dragon

by welyjesch

  The two feared Linley, but they didn’t hold a mere Highgod like Bebe in any regard. In the eyes of a Sovereign…a Highgod like Bebe was but an ant. And now, this ant actually dared to angrily lecture them? How could this be permitted? If it weren’t for the fact that Linley was right there, the two probably would’ve killed Bebe right away.”

  “As I see it, it’s the two of you who need to shut your mouths.” Linley growled.

  Borte and Manlu’s faces changed slightly.

  “Lord Linley, how about, we let Bresle choose for himself. What do you say?” Borte said shamelessly, and then, ignoring Linley’s reaction, he turned to look towards Bresle. Smiling, he said, “Bresle, if you are willing to become an Emissary under my command, I can gift you a Sovereign artifact.”

  Bresle was completely puzzled.

  “What is going on today? Why are Sovereigns fighting over the chance to make me their Emissary?” Bresle was confused.

  Not just him; even Linley was puzzled.

  “What is wrong with these two?” Linley didn’t understand. “He’s just an Emissary. There are quite a few Seven Star-level experts in the Divine Earth Plane. They can go find someone else. Why irritate me for the sake of this Bresle? What has caused them to act like this?”

  Because of his puzzlement, Linley didn’t immediately shoo off these two Sovereigns. He wanted to figure out exactly what was going on with them.

  “I…” Bresle hesitated slightly.

  Becoming Linley’s Emissary involved an exceedingly dangerous trial.

  But this Sovereign who had just appeared didn’t mention any trial. Naturally, Bresle hesitated.

  “Borte. Can it be that you aren’t intending to send him into the Planar Battlefield?” Linley said coldly.

  The Sovereign of Fire, Borte, let out a casual laugh. “If one wishes to become an Emissary, one naturally must be tested.”

  Bresle couldn’t help but glance at this Sovereign of Fire, Borte. He mused to himself, “This Sovereign of Fire didn’t mention this earlier. Most likely, he would only inform me about it after I agreed. His actions aren’t very honorable.” Not hesitating at all, Bresle said respectfully, “Apologies. I’ve already accepted this Sovereign’s offer.”

  Linley laughed.

  Borte and Manlu exchanged a glance.

  “I want to see what else these two have to say for themselves.” Linley was now truly interested. What caused these two to insist on fight with Linley over Bresle, to the point of even offending him?

  Just for an Emissary? Linley didn’t believe it.

  They shouldn’t be willing to offend a powerful Chief Sovereign-level expert, even if it meant losing out on an Emissary.

  Were these Sovereigns fools? Was something wrong with their heads? That wasn’t likely either.

  Then…what was the real reason?

  “Lord Linley.” Borte bowed slightly, then sent, “It was Lord Orloff, the Chief Sovereign of Fate, who ordered us to make this Bresle our Emissary. The two of us are simply following orders. There was nothing we could do. Please help us out a bit, Lord Linley.”

  Linley was stunned.

  The Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff?

  Linley knew that each of the four Chief Sovereigns of the Edicts had a group of Sovereigns under their control. For example, the Chief Sovereign of Destruction had quite a few Sovereigns he protected, many of whom trained in the Elemental Laws, who had entered the Infernal Realm and stood on his side.

  The Sovereigns all knew, after all, that the four Chief Sovereigns of the Edicts were the most powerful, and thus they naturally knew it was necessary to follow one of them.

  The Chief Sovereign of Fate was unfathomably powerful, and so there were quite a few Sovereigns who obeyed his orders. The two Sovereigns before Linley were amongst them! In fact, even the Chief Sovereign of Light, Augusta, could be considered someone on the side of the Chief Sovereign of Fate, although he couldn’t be said to be completely subordinate to him.

  “Haha, Lord Orloff already has his army of Twelve-Winged Angels. Why would he care about an Emissary or two?” Linley sent back with a calm laugh.

  “We aren’t able to comprehend Lord Orloff’s plans.” Borte and Manlu were both very respectful. Borte sent back, “Lord Orloff gave us the order to come here and have someone called ‘Bresle’ become his Emissary. Although Lord Orloff didn’t tell us that we absolutely had to accomplish this mission, we can’t disappoint him, right? Thus…we would like to ask you, Lord Linley, to help out.”

  Linley now began to understand. However, there was still one thing he was puzzled on. “Orloff is the Chief Sovereign of Fate! He is such a high, lofty figure that even the Chief Sovereign of Destruction isn’t able to do anything to him. Why, then, would he remember a mere Highgod, Bresle?”

  “Lord Linley…” Borte said again.

  “Apologies. I’ve already accepted this Bresle as my Emissary; this is akin to giving Bresle a promise. As a Sovereign, once I’ve given my word, how can I simply take it back?” Linley gave the two a calm glance. “The two of you had best leave and depart.”

  Borte and Manlu couldn’t help but frown slightly.

  “Lord Linley, this is someone the Chief Sovereign of Fate, Lord Orloff, chose personally. If you do this, once Lord Orloff knows…” Borte said fearlessly.

  Linley’s face sank.

  Threats?

  His gaze turned icy cold. He looked at the two, and he only said two words: “F*ck off!”

  Borte and Manlu’s faces changes dramatically. No longer daring to say a word, they bowed slightly, then immediately flew away, fleeing at high speed.

  “To use the Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff, to threaten me?” Linley shook his head mentally. These two Sovereigns were trying to bluff him with threats. Linley knew what type of person Orloff was; he wasn’t the sort to avenge every enmity. Sometimes, a superior might a very good person, but because of the frivolous actions of his subordinates, have his own reputation tarnished.

  There was indeed a great difference between Lesser Sovereigns and Chief Sovereigns.

  Only, because of the Pact of Sovereigns, unless there was a grievance between them, the Chief Sovereigns were not to attack Lesser Sovereigns.

  Borte and Manlu had already flown very far away.

  “Linley is too wild and arrogant.” Borte couldn’t help but send. “We even lowered ourselves to beg him for help, and even told him that this was for the Chief Sovereign of Fate. He actually still refuses to give any face at all.”

  “Borte, today, you went a bit too far as well. Linley is at the Chief Sovereign-level, after all.” Manlu sent back.

  Borte snickered as he sent back, “Chief Sovereign-level? He’s just a punk who got tremendously lucky, and somehow in less than ten thousand years, reached that level. That’s only because he fused three Sovereign sparks and has an Overgod weapon. And, Manlu, you don’t need to be afraid of him. As long as we don’t make a huge mistake, would he dare act against us?”

  Borte had a bad impression of Linley.

  Linley had suddenly risen to prominence. First, as a Lesser Sovereign, he had fought the Chief Sovereign of Wind, Diya, to a standstill. And then, he had actually destroyed a Sovereign clone of the Chief Sovereign of Lightning, then heavily injured the Chief Sovereign of Light.

  Linley’s rise to prominence was simply too fast. Naturally, this would arouse the jealousy of quite a few Sovereigns. Borte was one of them.

  “Enough of that. You would only dare to imagine offending him, but would you dare to actually do it?” Manlu couldn’t help but laugh and ask him this question.

  Borte cringed.

  Would he dare? Absolutely not!

  “Let’s go back to the Celestial Realm. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to fulfill Lord Orloff’s commands.” Manlu said helplessly. “However, Lord Orloff didn’t make it a forceful imperative. It isn’t a big deal for us to fail to accomplish the order.”

  After the two Sovereigns left, Linley
looked towards Bresle, then laughed calmly. “Since you asked it of me, I shall bestow upon you a soul-protecting Sovereign artifact. From today onwards, you will become the sixth Emissary under my control.” Linley waved his hand, and a soul-protecting Sovereign artifact, in the form of a ring, appeared.”

  “Thank you, Sovereign!” Bresle fell to his knees, excited, as he accepted the Sovereign artifact.

  Linley glanced at Bresle, then at his other five Emissaries. Laughing, he said, “From today onwards, the six of you will remain together. Train well and learn to coordinate with each other! If the six of you join forces within the Planar Battlefield, as long as you are cautious, you still have a good chance of surviving.”

  “Yes, Sovereign.”

  The six bowed.

  “Although some of you have one or two drops of Sovereign’s Might, that isn’t going to be nearly enough in the Planar War.” Linley waved his hand, and six small black jade flasks appeared. Within these six flasks were large amounts of Sovereign’s Might. Two were water-type Sovereign’s Might, one was earth-type Sovereign’s Might, one was wind-type Sovereign’s Might, one was light-type Sovereign’s Might, while the final one was darkness-type Sovereign’s Might.

  As a Sovereign, it was naturally quite easy for Linley to collect this Sovereign’s Might.

  “These bottles each contain a hundred drops of Sovereign’s. More than enough for you to use within the Planar Wars.” Linley willed the six jade flasks to fly towards the six people.

  The six accepted the bottles, utterly delighted.

  “Thank you, Sovereign!” The six all knelt down in gratitude.

  “Alright. Arise, all of you.” Linley swept the six with his gaze. He knew that after the six entered the Planar Battlefield, they wouldn’t be able to leave. How many would survive this upcoming Planar War? “Remember. In this Planar War, you absolutely must not try to push yourself too far. Learn to hide, to endure. Staying alive is the most important thing; killing the enemies is secondary!”

  “Yes, Sovereign.” The six Emissaries couldn’t help but feel a hint of gratitude.

  “Prepare to head out.” Linley turned to stare into the distance.

  “Five centuries. In less than a hundred years, the Planar Wars will begin.” Bebe stretched lazily. “Ahhhhh. Whew. Finally goin’ back.”

  Linley smiled slightly.

  Right at this moment…

  “Sovereign, can we wait a moment?” The sixth Emissary, Bresle, bowed rather awkwardly.

  “What is it?” Linley looked at him.

  Linley was rather curious about this Bresle. He was a seemingly ordinary Seven Star Fiend-level expert. What made it so that the Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff, would remember him?

  Bresle said hurriedly, “My divine darkness clone is somewhere else. You are of the Infernal Realm, Sovereign. If I can survive the Planar War, in the future, I naturally will want to remain in the Infernal Realm! Thus, my divine darkness clone is also preparing to head to the Infernal Relam.”

  “Divine darkness clone?” Linley was rather puzzled.

  It was quite rare for someone to simultaneously train in both the Laws of Light and the Laws of Darkness. Olivier was one such person, while Bresle was another.

  Book 21, The Peak – Chapter 33, The Bula Race

  “Bresle, you have a divine darkness clone as well?” The Black Tortoise Army’s commander, Wilhelm, said in surprise.

  Linley laughed calmly as he glanced at Wilhelm, then said, “Wilhelm, as the commander of the Black Tortoise Army, you haven’t been collecting sufficiently accurate intelligence. You didn’t even know that Bresle had a divine darkness clone.”

  “Sovereign, your subordinate was remiss.” Wilhelm hurriedly bowed.

  Bresle bowed as well. “Sovereign, aside from everyone present, there are less than five people who know about my divine darkness clone, which is indeed a secret. Since I have become your Emissary, I naturally won’t hold this secret back from you.”

  Linley nodded while smiling. “How far away is your divine clone? How long will he need to fly here?”

  “Not too far away. Ten days or so.” Bresle said.

  “Hey, kid, that’s quite easy for you to say. ‘Just’ ten days? That means we have to wait ten days for you!” Bebe suddenly stared.

  “But…” Bresle laughed awkwardly, then glanced at Linley. “I need ten days. But if the Sovereign is willing to assist, a moment is all that’s needed.” Bresle didn’t know much about Sovereigns, but he knew that they travelled at astonishing speed.

  Linley shook his head and laughed. “Let’s head out! Bresle, you guide the way towards your divine clone.”

  “Yes, Sovereign! My divine clone is towards the northeast.” Bresle hurriedly pointed towards that direction, while turning to glance at the distant azure-robed man, his good friend, Gansla. He immediately sent through divine sense, “Gansla, my friend, I am going to accompany the Sovereign and depart now. In the future, we will have the chance to meet again.”

  “Bresle, congratulations.” The distant Gansla, staring at Linley’s group, felt delighted for his friend’s fortune.

  “Let’s go!” Linley laughed and spoke out.

  As he spoke, he sent out a surge of earth-type Sovereign power, which wrapped around everyone present.

  “Whoosh!” They transformed into an earthen yellow flash of light which disappeared into the horizons.

  Gansla raised his head, watching the light disappear, then sighed. “Before this, Bresle was in the middle of a duel with me. Who would have imagined that in the blink of an eye, he would become a Sovereign’s Emissary?” He glanced at the surrounding grasslands, then a smile appeared on his face. “Fortunately, a few days ago, Bresle managed to finish this magic formation.”

  In recent days, Bresle had been staying with Gansla, primarily to help Gansla set up a magic formation.

  The profound mysteries of formations differed from the Seven Elemental Laws and the Four Edicts.

  They were extremely special. The analysis of formations required sufficient patience, as well as talent in that field. It had extremely high requirements, in terms of both innate talent as well as analytical ability. In the Four Higher Realms and the Seven Divine Planes, formation masters had exalted statuses.

  For example, when Linley had entered the Infernal Realm and participated in a Fiend trial, he had entered a castle that was protected by a large, powerful formation.

  Only, the Dao of formations was not the true Dao. There was no way in which one could increase one’s own strength through them.

  “After today, there shouldn’t be many who will come make trouble for me.” Gansla smiled as he activated the formation.

  “Rumble…”

  In a circumference of nearly ten kilometers, a blurry light suddenly lit up, then vanished. Instantly, the scenery within this region completely changed; the lake and the building both disappeared, transforming into ordinary grass.

  Clearly, this was an extremely powerful illusory magical formation.

  Linley had no idea that he had just accepted a formations master as his Emissary.

  The world was vast and empty.

  Linley’s group continued to fly through the air at high speed. Linley frowned as he glanced at Bresle, then said, “Bresle, where exactly is your divine clone?”

  “Up ahead. We are almost there.” Bresle said.

  “Right, right here, Sovereign. You can halt.” Bresle suddenly said.

  Linley frowned as he halted. This place was nearly a hundred million kilometers away from the earlier grasslands, but a distance of a hundred million kilometers, to Linley, could be traversed in the time it took to say a few words.

  “Are you certain? Right here?” Linley couldn’t help but look at him.

  “Right. My divine clone is right here.” Bresle laughed as he looked into the distance.

  Linley looked towards that direction as well. In the distance, he saw a series of metallic lifeform flying about, as well a
s a few people moving about by their own. What surprised Linley was…he wasn’t able to locate a person in the surrounding area who had the same aura as Bresle did.

  “He’s here.” Bresle laughed.

  Indeed…

  A figure advanced towards them, flying at high speed. This person was dressed in a long, black robe, and was comparable to Bresle in height. Only, an occasional, fiendish light flashed through his eyes. After drawing close, this person immediately bowed respectfully. “The ‘Darkness’ Bresle pays his respects to you, Sovereign!”

  Silence!

  The other Emissaries. Army commander Wilhelm. Bebe. Even Linley! They were all stunned!

  “They…are the same person?” Linley stared at the two in disbelief.

  The white-robed Bresle smiled in a very friendly manner, making others feel friendly towards him.

  This black-robed Bresle, however, gave off a vile, evil feeling.

  More importantly…the soul auras of the two were completely different!

  Logically speaking, upon becoming a Deity, a person’s soul would be split, but each soul would be the same. Memories, emotions, feelings…they would all be the same. In principle, different divine clones should have the same aura and thoughts, right?

  “Sovereign, the two of us truly are the same person.” The white-robed Bresle said respectfully.

  “To be more precise, countless years ago, we were one person.” The black-robed Bresle gave the white-robed Bresle a glance.

  Bebe looked at the two Bresles, then turned to stare at Linley. He sent mentally, “Boss, what’s going on? The two of them are one person?”

  “Bresle, the two of you…” Linley swept the two with his glance. “Truly are the same person? How can you prove it?”

  The white-robed Bresle looked at the black-robed Bresle, then said, “The two of us can merge into one.”

  “I really don’t want to merge bodies with you.” The black-robed Bresle muttered.

  And then, the white-robed Bresle and the black-robed Bresle moved towards each other…and their bodies merged into one, resulting in a single person. Bresle!