Franklin still remembered the battle he had with the other party. Although he was no match for the other party at that time, he could still see his back.
After that.
The gap between the two of them was like an insurmountable chasm.
Now it was time to address him as the Lord of the throne.
As Franklin was thinking, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps.
He looked up and saw the royal carriage stopped at the port. A beautiful woman in a lavender dress was trotting over with the hem of her dress in hand.
Franklin's eyes froze, and a strong sense of bitterness welled up in his heart.
As expected, she came at the first moment.
The noblewoman who used the red carpet everywhere she went and hated the dust on her crystal shoes the most.
When she heard that it was possible that Joelson was here, she rushed over.
Princess Isabelle, the violet flower.
The footsteps of Isabelle, who was approaching the blacksmith shop, gradually slowed down.
She tidied up her long dress carefully and thought that she was perfect. Then, she turned her head and glanced at Franklin. She raised her fair and smooth chin and walked in like a noble white swan.
"I am now a woman of the Platinum Throne."
Franklin's eyes were complicated. No one knew what he was thinking about.
...
Joelson left Funina in the King's City and asked her to follow Oswede for cultivation.
Having a peer who had already reached the saint-level by her side could also stimulate her to work even harder.
In the Saint Realm.
A group of saint-level powerhouses were gathered together to discuss matters of cultivation.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})Suddenly, ripples that were like the surface of water appeared in the azure blue sky, causing the space to fluctuate continuously.
The saint-level powerhouses suddenly raised their heads, only to see a silver figure suddenly appear in the sky.
"It's the Silver Throne, Sir Archer!"
Following that, a bright light bloomed, golden holy light sprinkled down like petals, and a holy aura enveloped the entire area.
Everyone was astonished and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.
"The Lord of the Light Throne is here as well."
"Two thrones appearing at the same time. Could it be that something big is about to happen?"
Everyone subconsciously ignored the Dark Throne.
This was because ever since the Dark Throne lost an arm to that person more than ten years ago, he had completely disappeared without a trace. It had been a long time since he had shown his face.
The next moment.
The space of the Saint Realm was torn apart by a force.
A slender figure stepped out.
He walked out calmly and the powerful auras of the two thrones melted like snowflakes.
An even more magnificent aura rose up, steadily pressing down on one of the two.
The pupils of the crowd suddenly contracted. They shouted in surprise, "It's that guy!"
"It's been ten years! He's come to the Saint Realm again!"
"The Platinum Throne!"
Archer and the Light Throne had predicted his arrival in advance. Joelson was somewhat surprised.
"Edward."
Archie looked at Joelson and said, "Just in time. I have something to discuss with the Light."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Joelson nodded slightly. The three tore through the void and disappeared in front of the group of saint-level powerhouses.
Archer and the Light Throne led Joelson in a direction. Joelson followed closely and soon understood where they were taking him.
A moment later, the three of them stopped somewhere outside the Saint Realm.
In front of them, a mottled light pillar stood.
The light pillar was originally ten colors but now it was tainted by a large amount of gray. It almost turned into a gray light pillar, leaving only two or three colors.
Joelson couldn't help but frown. "Angus Dubin."
"Yes."
Archer said with a solemn expression, "Angus Dubin regained the power of a demigod ten years ago. Over the past ten years, he has been transforming the Fallen Divine Kingdom into his undead domain. He has already completed more than half of it."
Archer glanced at the Light Throne, in a low voice, he said, "Light and I estimate that in another five years, or perhaps even less, he will completely accept the power of the Fallen Divine Kingdom and begin to prepare to invade the central continent. At that time, in the entire central continent, aside from the few of us, I'm afraid that no one will be able to survive."
Joelson narrowed his eyes and stared at the gray pillar of light. He then changed the topic.
"Do all of you have a way out?"
A hint of awkwardness flashed across Archie's face. He did not wait for him to speak.
The Light Throne spoke.
"Actually, those who have reached the divine domain level are qualified to leave the central continent and head to higher planes. I can head to the heavenly realm at any time. Archie can also use the planes to send people to 'Fate,' one of the four higher planes. As for the Dark Throne, because of your existence, perhaps he has already gone to 'destroy' the higher planes."
Joelson frowned slightly. "A plane bearer?"
"A guardian sent from the higher planes. He's in charge of bringing the geniuses from the lower planes to the higher planes. They rotate once every 10,000 years."
Archer explained, "We've only seen this one a few times. He also has the power of a god."
"Then why don't we let him help us destroy Angus Dubin?"
Joelson asked.
Archer said with a bitter smile, "A planar receiver must never interfere in a conflict between two planes. Even the little king of the lower planes, who watched helplessly as he was on duty, would never intervene. Five thousand years ago, in that great war between two planes, even quite a few demigods died. Didn't he just watch from the sidelines?"
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"Then what do you mean?"
Joelson frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled.
Archer and the Light Throne did not answer but looked at each other.
Then they attacked Joelson without any warning.
The entire space seemed to have turned into a mirror, and large pieces of broken pieces quickly spread toward Joelson.
There was also a majestic holy light that enveloped Joelson from all sides. Every holy light was like a sharp sword, and there was a terrifying scene of countless sharp swords stabbing at him.
"Hmph!"
Joelson snorted coldly, his body not moving at all.
Domain power spread out from his body and an unimaginably terrifying aura suddenly erupted.
All the swords of holy light were broken and the shattered space instantly rolled back.
The domain of light and space was easily torn apart like a piece of paper.
And this terrifying domain power was still rapidly expanding outwards, heading towards Archer and the Light Throne.
Archer and the Light Throne both had shocked expressions on their faces and quickly retreated in a flash.
The entire sky turned completely black.
It wasn't that night had fallen but that the void had been destroyed by Joelson's domain power, revealing a pitch-black scene beneath the space.
The two of them had to flee for dozens of miles before they barely managed to escape the pursuit of Joelson's domain.
They steadied themselves and looked at Joelson in shock.
Compared to ten years ago, the power of Joelson's domain was more than ten times stronger.
Before this, his domain was already extremely terrifying. It was like a sharp blade that could easily tear their domain apart.
But now, that sharp feeling had disappeared.
What replaced it was a majestic feeling that they couldn't do anything about. They couldn't find any flaws at all.
It was like a hard mountain crushing down on them.
