The Bloodpeak Sovereign, Pash, was clearly an ordinary Sovereign. Even when using a Sovereign projection, his tone toward Locke had been exceedingly deferential.
But now, the one speaking with Locke was addressed as the "Chief Sovereign of Destruction."
Just from the title alone, it was obvious—his power and status stood far above ordinary Sovereigns.
The Chief Sovereign of Destruction was undoubtedly the strongest among all Destruction-aligned Sovereigns.
And yet, when addressing Locke, even he used the title "Sovereign Locke."
Clearly, Locke was also one of the Chief Sovereigns.
Celes just didn't know which one.
While Celes's thoughts spiraled, Locke had already explained the entire situation to Wordred.
"So that's the situation, Lord Wordred."
"I want to protect Celes, but I don't want this to damage the relationship between Sovereigns and their legions…"
"This matter…"
Wordred frowned deeply.
To be honest, if anyone else had asked, his solution would've been simple—kill the god involved, and the problem disappears.
But Locke had made it clear: Celes was his benefactor during his early growth, the one who provided him a stable environment to develop.
Now the dilemma was—
How to protect Celes without opening a Pandora's box where higher Sovereigns shield subordinates who betray their original Sovereigns.
"Locke, what's your idea?"
"Lord Wordred, this is what I propose…"
After hearing Locke's solution, even Wordred had to admit—
If implemented, it could indeed reduce the likelihood of higher Sovereigns sheltering defectors.
Wordred gave Locke a long look.
His evaluation of Locke rose yet another level.
Unlike the brute-force Sovereigns who relied solely on strength, Locke genuinely approached things from the perspective of maintaining order and stability across the planes.
"Very well, Sovereign Locke. Since you've thought this through, I'll first go to the Water Divine Plane and sound out the Snowfall Sovereign."
"If she has no objections, I'll convene a Sovereign Assembly for all Sovereigns to discuss this matter."
"How does that sound?"
"Much appreciated, Lord Wordred."
"I'll remain in Hell and await your news."
Wordred nodded, tore open a spatial rift, and stepped into the chaotic spatial currents.
Normally, entering a plane directly from spatial turbulence was considered provocation and would invite attacks from that plane's rulers.
But as one of the Four Chief Sovereigns of the Edicts, Wordred could ignore such conventions.
Especially now—the Water Divine Plane only had two lower Sovereigns holding things together.
To him, it was essentially undefended.
Wordred's movement immediately drew attention.
The five Destruction Sovereigns in Hell, along with the Four Divine Beasts Sovereigns, all noticed his departure—and linked it to Locke's arrival.
But no one knew what Locke had said to prompt this.
A deal?
A conflict?
Under Azure Dragon Redding's direction, the Four Divine Beasts locked their divine senses onto Locke.
If he so much as moved toward Bloodpeak Continent, they would instantly form their combined formation.
But to their surprise—
Locke showed no hostility whatsoever.
Even under their scrutiny, he remained indifferent.
Why would he care?
Until he fully mastered Space and Time Laws, the Four Divine Beasts were actually valuable to him.
As long as they lived, their clan members would continue to exist in great numbers.
And every clan member carried refined bloodline essence.
For Locke's future cultivation—
their blood was a resource he would never lack.
Meanwhile, Wordred soon reappeared from the Water Divine Plane—accompanied by two Water Sovereigns.
Then his divine sense spread across all Seven Divine Planes and Four Higher Planes.
The Third Sovereign Assembly had been called.
The moment the message spread, all Sovereigns reacted.
No one hesitated.
Every Sovereign tore through space and headed into the spatial currents.
Because everyone knew—
Each Sovereign Assembly changed everything.
The First Assembly established the hierarchy of power and prohibited higher Sovereigns from killing lower ones—bringing relative peace.
The Second Assembly saw Locke's rise. Without it, at least three Sovereigns would have died before his status was recognized.
And now—
the Third Assembly, called by Wordred himself.
Whatever the topic was—
it would be more significant than even the birth of a Sovereign.
Locke, of course, also entered the spatial currents.
And he didn't forget to drag Celes along.
After all—
Celes was one of the central figures of this assembly.
Without him, there would be no point in holding it.
"L-Locke… Lord Locke… please watch me carefully!"
It was Celes's first time in spatial turbulence.
The dazzling chaos made his face pale.
Though Locke's will shielded him, preventing any currents from touching him—
he was still terrified.
Even the slightest contact—
would annihilate him.
And for the first time, Celes addressed him as "Lord Locke."
He understood now.
Whatever their past relationship—
it no longer mattered.
Before a Sovereign, all that remained was superior and subordinate.
"Relax, Celes."
"If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have brought you here."
Locke chuckled.
And it was true.
If he didn't intend to protect Celes, he could've simply ignored the issue—
and later shifted all blame onto Celes alone.
As they traveled, Sovereigns passed by one after another.
Each time they saw Locke—
they slowed down and bowed slightly.
Celes's heart gradually steadied.
These were beings he once couldn't even dream of meeting.
And yet—
they were showing respect to Locke.
That alone spoke volumes.
"Greetings, Your Excellencies."
Finally—
Celes saw Locke bow.
He looked up slightly—
and his pupils shrank.
He recognized two of them.
One was Wordred.
The other—
was the Sovereign from Nether Mountain.
Which meant—
she was the Chief Sovereign of Death.
The remaining two were undoubtedly the Chiefs of Life and Fate.
Unlike other Sovereigns—
the Four Chief Sovereigns returned Locke's greeting with nods.
To them, ordinary Sovereigns were insignificant.
But Locke was different.
Even ignoring his current fusion progress—
he still possessed a Water Sovereign clone.
If he refined a lower-tier Water Sovereign spark → he'd match them.An Intermediate spark → he'd surpass them.If he became a Water Chief Sovereign…
Then the entire system would collapse.
That was precisely why the Fate Sovereign had quietly relocated existing Water Sovereigns to the Celestial Realm—
and why the others turned a blind eye.
As for Death—
she simply didn't care.
Because she knew—
this wasn't Locke's limit.
"Since everyone has arrived,"
Fate Sovereign Orloff spoke calmly,
"Shall we begin?"
"Hmph. Naturally."
Wordred stepped forward, his presence dominating the assembly.
"This Sovereign Assembly concerns two individuals."
"One is the Water Sovereign—Snowfall."
"The other…"
"…is Sovereign Locke."
A ripple passed through the gathered Sovereigns.
Their gazes shifted between Locke and Snowfall.
Had Locke found leverage?
Was he about to move against her?
Was Wordred backing him?
It made sense—
If Locke gained another Sovereign spark, aligning with Wordred would be natural.
The other Chief Sovereigns might simply allow it.
After all—
a lower-tier Water Sovereign was still manageable.
One way or another—
everyone reached the same conclusion:
Snowfall Sovereign was finished.
Sympathetic gazes fell upon her.
But unexpectedly—
Snowfall smiled faintly.
A trace of ridicule in her eyes.
These fools…
The more they pity me now—
the more they'll envy me once this meeting ends.
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