"This guy was pretending to be some enemy — what a pointless waste of excitement." Bei Bei flipped his hand and produced a red fruit, biting into it with a loud crunch. "Boss, every single one of these commanders is incredibly cunning and wary. Finding a suitable target is tough — it's maddening."
"If you're anxious, then settle down and cultivate," Lin Lei said, sitting cross-legged and quietly entering meditation.
This kind of routine would continue for another eight hundred or so years, and Lin Lei intended to make significant progress during that time.
On the vast, desolate plains, three figures of varying height stood gazing into the distance, all wearing expressions of shock. Bei Bei had unleashed his innate talent — an illusory projection over a hundred meters tall — and these three had spotted it from several hundred miles away. Despite knowing someone was out there, none of them dared to approach.
"So, Belute really did come to the plane battlefield," the stocky dwarf said, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.
Back when Bei Bei had used his innate talent to kill Larslo in front of other commanders, the news that "Belute has come to the plane battlefield" began to spread. Although Bei Bei had also used his innate talent against the purple-robed figure on the other side of the Star River and been spotted, that information had only circulated among the commanders on that side. It had never reached the enemy faction.
"Looking at that projection, it really is Belute's innate talent. I thought the rumor was false — turns out it's true! What is Belute doing coming to the plane battlefield like the rest of us? Snatching military merit? He doesn't need it at all." The white-haired, white-browed man with a single horn sighed.
The third figure was a black-robed, black-haired woman.
"So what? We just won't provoke Belute. But if the three of us join forces, there's no need to fear him," the woman said in a hoarse voice.
"Aniya, don't be overconfident," the white-browed man said gravely. "The legends say Belute is even harder to deal with than a Perfection Highgod. He doesn't fear attacks from divine artifacts, and he doesn't fear soul attacks either… He has absolutely no flaws. And his physical attacks and soul attacks are terrifyingly powerful! If the three of us face him, he'll just pick us off one by one."
The black-robed woman glanced at the white-browed man.
"Don't doubt it," the white-browed man said firmly.
Belute had risen to fame only recently. Although he had achieved the Highgod level long ago, he had endured the loneliness, staying on the Yulan Continent. It was only ten thousand years ago that he suddenly surged to prominence. That rise was nothing short of the birth of an invincible being.
"No weaknesses — strong in every aspect," the dwarf said helplessly.
His innate talent, "God Devouring," was arguably the most powerful soul attack in existence.
As for Belute's physical attacks, he relied on his divine artifact. Back in the day, the patriarchs of the Eight Great Families, all protected by divine artifacts, had been sent flying and gravely wounded by a single swing of his staff. His physical power was beyond imagination.
How could anyone stand against such a person?
"Let's leave," the white-browed man said coolly. "For this plane war, the three of us should play it safe. The worst that can happen is we earn a bit less military merit this time around. We can join the next plane war instead! Surely Belute won't be so bored as to participate in yet another plane war. And the next one will come around soon enough!"
"Mm." The other two nodded in agreement.
The three of them departed.
Belute and the Perfection Highgods — they all stood at the absolute pinnacle of "godhood." Only "Overgods" could deal with them easily. The gap between ordinary Highgods and them was vast.
Moreover, these three powerful beings who had formed a small team were in no rush.
Because…
Even though a plane war was waged every trillion years, each time a plane war began, it wasn't just a single conflict.
One had to remember: there were seven divine planes and four supreme planes. The "Life Supreme Plane" did not participate in plane wars. The remaining ten planes were paired off against each other in exactly five "plane wars." After the war between the Dark Divine Plane and the Light Divine Plane ended, it wouldn't be long before other divine planes clashed with each other, and even the supreme planes would wage wars against one another.
Five consecutive wars.
They generally ended within ten thousand years. Even if there were longer intervals, the latest they would conclude was within a million years. Once all five wars were over, the next cycle wouldn't begin until another trillion years had passed!
A trillion years was an immensely long time. If a cultivator had potential, a trillion years was more than enough to draw it out completely.
If after a trillion years a person was still only an ordinary Highgod, even giving them ten times or a hundred times that amount of time, they likely wouldn't improve any further. That would be their absolute limit. And each plane war served to eliminate vast numbers of Highgods and commanders. This was the mechanism that kept the number of supreme experts across the various divine planes from becoming absurdly large.
Of course, it also meant the strong kept growing stronger!
Belute had come to the plane battlefield!
The news spread like wildfire among the commanders. Most of the commanders knew each other, and the first time they heard the rumor, many couldn't be sure it was true. But when Bei Bei killed the black-robed figure and unleashed his innate talent once more, more than just those three had witnessed it.
The news was now absolutely confirmed!
It sent shockwaves across the entire plane battlefield!
Inside the military camp.
A silver-haired middle-aged man with a clean-shaven face and long, drooping eyebrows sat across from a golden-haired youth. The two were drinking together.
"Lord Magnus, you don't believe me?" the golden-haired youth asked with a smile.
"I believe you." The silver-haired man's drooping brows twitched, and he shook his head with puzzlement. "However, Belute stands at the very pinnacle of 'godhood.' He should conduct himself with dignity. Even if he came to the plane battlefield for a look around, he should be sitting in the camp, watching the other commanders fight with amusement — not lowering himself to slaughter ordinary commanders."
"That's just your take on it, Lord Magnus," the golden-haired youth said with a grin.
Magnus was himself an existence standing at the very peak! If he was stationed at the military camp, it was merely out of boredom — a game.
Ordinary commanders and beings like Perfection Highgods or Belute existed on entirely different levels. If someone like Belute or Magnus went after ordinary commanders, it would indeed be nothing short of a massacre.