He was too lazy to travel the long way, so he took out the Starfield Portal on the spot.

This thing had also been taken from the Godkin treasury. Previously, it had remained sealed the entire time.

He had Conrad undo the seal, and now it could finally be used.

[Starfield Portal（Divine-grade）]

Grade: Divine-grade

Effect: After use, it can establish a two-way portal that crosses planes.

Description: This item was specially created by Oracle-grade existences for plane wars.

Faustus chose to use it without the slightest hesitation.

[Ding! You have used [Starfield Portal]!]

[Prompt: Please set the city to bind!]

[Ding! Setting successful!]

He bound the other end of the portal to Aerial Realm.

In this way, there was now a direct passage between Aerial Realm and Divine Wind Realm.

In the future, if players wanted to come to Divine Wind Realm, they would have to transfer through Aerial Realm first.

After setting up the portal, Faustus brought Camille back to Starfall Isle.

At this moment, Conrad and Mara were so busy that their feet barely touched the ground.

After all, taking over the mess of an entire world was never going to be easy.

...

Godkin, Hall of Divine Grace.

A group of Godkin powerhouses had gathered inside the grand hall, every face covered in frost.

No matter who it was, if their own territory had been forcefully bitten off by someone else, their expression would not look good.

The news sent up from the lower realm was like a knife, stabbing viciously into the Godkin’s lungs.

A group of starfield wanderers had appeared in Divine Wind Realm. The stationed garrison had gone to confront them, only to be completely wiped out. Not even a single messenger had survived.

This matter could not be hidden.

Nor could it be suppressed.

The entire God realm was shaken.

The Hall of Divine Grace was the seat of authority in the God realm that specifically governed conquest, war, and slaughter.

At this moment, the hall master, Hiram, wore a dark expression as he personally questioned them about the details.

"Conrad? It was him?"

Hiram’s voice squeezed out from between his teeth, fury surging in his throat like magma.

Back then, he had been the one who personally released that mad dog Conrad, ordering him to gnaw on the bone that was Aetheria and fight Faustus to the death.

But now?

That dog had not gone to bite Faustus.

Instead, it had turned around and sunk its teeth into the leg of the God realm itself.

How dare he?

How dare he challenge the God realm and seize the God realm’s territory?

"The inspectors also discovered something else."

His subordinate carefully added,

"Among those starfield wanderers, there were traces of the human race—it was Faustus!"

Him again.

The muscles on Hiram’s face twitched violently, as if someone had slapped him across the face.

The name Faustus was like a thorn lodged in the Godkin’s throat.

They could not swallow it.

Nor could they pull it out.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Faustus was not in Aetheria?

Then didn’t that mean Aetheria had become an empty city?

A ferocious curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Send the Divine Blood Legion to Aetheria. Kill every last human."

He felt that was still not enough to vent his hatred, so he added another order.

"Have the Divine Might Legion go to Divine Wind Realm and crush Faustus for me!"

Inside the grand hall, the eyes of the Godkin powerhouses all lit up at once.

If Faustus was not in Aetheria, then what was there to fear?

The City Above the Clouds was hanging right there in that sky. With a single command, countless Godkin warriors could instantly trample that land to pieces.

Although the Divine Blood Legion did not number in the hundreds of millions, it still had several million legendary-grade warriors. Once they burned immortal matter, every one of them could erupt with supreme-grade battle power, and they even held Holy Relics in their hands.

Crushing a tiny Aetheria would be effortless, wouldn’t it?

As for the Divine Might Legion, it was not a single legion.

It was a collection of thirteen legions!

They were the sharpest fangs of the Godkin, a super war machine composed entirely of legendary-grade warriors from non-human races. Their total military strength exceeded ten million.

Within the legion, demi-sages were as numerous as ox hairs. No matter how strong Faustus was, as long as they were willing to pay a bloody price, it was not impossible to nail him to the ruins of Divine Wind Realm.

Everyone accepted their orders one after another and hurriedly dispersed.

...

Godkin, Zenith Temple.

Boom—!

Majestic energy condensed into a fist. Wherever it passed, space shattered like glass. Carrying an unstoppable momentum, it blasted toward a Godkin powerhouse standing opposite it.

That Godkin powerhouse looked calm and composed.

He neither dodged nor evaded.

Boom—!

The fist smashed solidly into his body.

Yet he did not move an inch.

Not even the hem of his clothes lifted.

Huff, huff—

"Aldor, that shell of yours is seriously harder than a turtle’s."

Nubat panted heavily and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"What level have you reached now?"

Aldor smiled faintly.

"Demi-sage. But compared to Raylor, I am still far behind."

Nubat grinned.

"I’m also a demi-sage, but standing in front of you, I feel like a legendary-grade facing a supreme-grade. This gap is way too ridiculous."

"The demi-sage realm is far too deep."

Aldor nodded.

"It is. If it were Raylor, he could kill you instantly."

He paused, then explained slowly,

"The demi-sage tier is actually divided in great detail. Touching the threshold of Divine-grade power counts as low-grade. Mastering Thoughtstep counts as mid-grade. Only by opening up the rudimentary form of a sage rank can one be considered high-grade!"

"Only when one’s sage rank has been opened up to a nearly complete state can one qualify as Transcendent Peak!"

He gave a bitter smile.

"Raylor has already crossed that transcendent line. His sage rank is lingering right at the boundary between success and failure."

"He is even a notch stronger than Transcendent Peak. As expected of someone who can represent the Godkin in competing for the Starlight Rankings."

Nubat sighed.

"With him around, I’m afraid you don’t have much of a chance."

Aldor shook his head.

"He is a madman. Other than becoming stronger, there is nothing else in his mind. I won’t compare myself to him."

Nubat shrugged.

"You still have a chance to fight for a seat in the Starlight Rankings. I’m completely out of the running. I plan to descend to the lower realm and deal with that Faustus."

"Faustus?"

Aldor frowned.

He remembered that name.

It was carved into his bones!

His own younger brother, Kahn, had died at Faustus’s hands.

Nubat grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don’t worry. I’ll settle this debt for your brother."

Kahn had been a genius of the Godkin, Aldor’s younger brother. At Heavenscar, Faustus had pierced his skull with a single arrow.

Aldor remained silent for a moment. He looked at Nubat, as if wanting to say something, but hesitated.

"As for Faustus’s strength, I have gone through all the intelligence we have. I have a rough idea in my heart. You... are probably not his match."

Nubat smiled dismissively.

"Didn’t he just wipe out one garrison legion in Divine Wind Realm?"

He blinked.

"Don’t forget, I am a divine guard of the Hall of Divine Grace. This full set of Holy Relics on me isn’t just for show."

"My own strength may not be equal to his, but with these treasures protecting me, it won’t be that easy for him to kill me."

Aldor opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

He had originally wanted to tell Nubat that external objects were external objects in the end.

Borrowed Strength was like duckweed, drifting without roots.

Raylor was the best example.

That fellow held the Godkin’s top-tier resources in his hands, yet he had never cared to use them.

What he relied on was death-defying bitter cultivation.

He had hidden himself in desperate situations, forcing himself to the brink of death day after day, and that was how he had reached his current level.

But Aldor understood Nubat too well.

Nubat would not listen to such words!

Nubat turned to leave, but suddenly stopped again.

"I think you should still fight for the Starlight Rankings. In Godkin history, there have been several cases where two people competed for the rankings at the same time."

Battle intent ignited in Aldor’s eyes, and he smiled.

"That goes without saying. I won’t easily yield to anyone. Raylor may be very strong, but I’m not exactly weak either."

Nubat smiled as well.

"When I return with Faustus’s head, I’ll go with you."

Aldor took a deep breath and silently muttered in his heart.

You must not underestimate that human...

Otherwise, you may not come back.

He did not say those words aloud.

If he said them, Nubat would not believe him.

He would only become displeased!

Nubat was a genius of the Godkin, the youngest son of the Hall of Divine Grace’s master, and someone who had grown up with a golden spoon in his mouth.

The full set of Holy Relics he wore had been personally forged for him by his divine father. Ordinary Divine-grade powerhouses could not even break through that shell.

He had an almost blind trust in his own Strength.

So Aldor could only keep those words buried in his stomach.

...