After speaking, the red-haired Sovereign casually stretched a hand forward.
Rip—
Hell's space tore open like cloth.
A massive spatial rift was pulled apart by his bare hand.
Without hesitation—
He stepped directly into the terrifying spatial turbulence.
And vanished.
Only after the rift slowly sealed did Visto finally release a long breath.
"Ha…"
Cold sweat soaked his back.
Then—
His gaze shifted toward the three droplets of Destruction Sovereign's Power within his interspatial ring.
His eyes burned.
Just hearing the term Sovereign's Power was enough to make gods tremble.
One drop.
Several hundred times amplification.
The gap between Sovereign and god-level expert was so vast it inspired despair.
Before this—
Visto's plan had been simple.
Endure one strike from Locke.
Join Fiend Castle.
Ride the coming wave of strength as fusion methods spread.
In a million years—
A Seven-Star Fiend might still rule a prefecture.
But now?
Why attach himself to Locke…
When he could serve a Sovereign directly?
One drop could elevate him from Six-Star Fiend…
To Asura-level combat power.
And Asura stood above Seven-Star.
If he had enough Sovereign's Power—
Who in Hell could oppose him?
What Visto did not consider—
Was whether Sovereigns would ever supply enough.
Yes, Sovereigns could absorb limitless Sovereign's Power from the Elemental Sea.
But that power—
Was exclusive.
Even Sovereign Emissaries received it sparingly.
Measured in drops.
Even a thousand epochs later—
Outside of Sovereign children—
No Six-Star Fiend would ever be allowed to freely consume Sovereign's Power.
Visto was merely a probe.
A chess piece.
Meanwhile — Ye Mu Prefecture
At the highest level of Fiend Castle—
Locke was unaware.
He did not know a Sovereign had taken interest.
His water divine clone was immersed in the profound mysteries of fusion.
All six Water profound mysteries had been fully comprehended.
Only the final spark of complete integration remained.
His Fate divine clone waited as well.
He knew—
When Fiend Castle reached a certain scale—
Heaven itself would grant him a Fate revelation.
So his original body began a different experiment.
One he had once attempted as a Midgod.
And failed.
Extracting Sovereign's Power from Inkstones.
When Locke had first become a Water Midgod—
He tried refining Sovereign's Power from Inkstones.
He failed.
Tens of thousands of scans.
Nothing.
But now—
His soul had undergone qualitative transformation.
Tempered by Heaven and Earth when becoming a Highgod.
In terms of soul attainment—
Locke believed he ranked within the top three in Hell.
Including Sovereigns.
This time—
He would succeed.
For safety—
He activated Fate divine power.
"Edict: Insight."
His perception doubled.
Soul sensitivity sharpened dramatically.
He retrieved a single Inkstone.
Scanned it.
Same as before.
Nothing.
But this time—
He noticed something else.
The Inkstone's structure.
It felt familiar.
His soul extended deep underground beneath Ye Mu Prefecture.
One thousand meters below.
Stone.
Particle composition.
Material structure.
Identical.
Inkstone—
Was merely Hellstone.
The difference?
Presence.
Pressure.
A trace of aura.
That was Sovereign's Power.
It was not integrated into the structure—
It was fused like soul and profound mystery.
He had been searching in the wrong place all along.
The Correct Approach
He discarded the stone.
Focused purely on the aura.
Soon—
He found it.
And finally understood.
Separating Sovereign's Power from Inkstone—
Was like separating profound mystery comprehension from a soul.
Not violently.
But precisely.
Without damage.
Once he realized this—
Extraction was simple.
With his soul attainment—
He peeled away the trace cleanly.
The Inkstone instantly lost its presence.
Now indistinguishable from ordinary rock.
In his palm—
A wisp of black smoke floated.
"This… is Sovereign's Power…"
It dissipated rapidly.
That was expected.
Sovereign's Power only stabilizes in "drop" form.
Anything less evaporates—
Unless suppressed by Willpower.
Or immense soul strength.
Locke let it fade—
Almost entirely—
Then absorbed it.
Instantly—
Power erupted within him.
Pure.
Violent.
Overwhelming.
He felt—
With physical strength alone—
He could punch open a spatial void.
If layered over profound mysteries—
Nearly a hundredfold amplification.
And this—
Was non-aligned Destruction Sovereign's Power.
If it were Water-aligned—
His attacks might reach peak Asura.
Perhaps—
Approach Paragon-tier without Willpower.
Locke slowly opened his eyes.
For the first time—
He had touched divinity itself.
And understood something terrifying.
Sovereigns were not merely stronger gods.
They stood on a different axis entirely.
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