Chapter 121: Candidate for the Thunder God's High Priest
Within the Plane Origin Sea, Lei Chen slowly closed his eyes, immersing his entire consciousness into a deep connection with his own Thunder God Position.
That noble and majestic violet-golden radiance of law acted like sensory tentacles extending from him. As his divine sense focused and amplified infinitely, those faint threads of faith, which had been like candles flickering in the wind across the boundless void, gradually became clear and resilient before his "eyes."
The other ends of the threads were linked to vague, distant spatial coordinates, transmitting faint fluctuations of life essence and world laws distinct from those of the Douluo Plane.
"Found them..."
Lei Chen silently recited in his heart. Like the most precise astrolabe sketching in his mind, he swiftly locked onto the coordinates of those otherworldly planes that emitted the faith fluctuations of "Thunder" and "Judgment."
With the coordinates now clear, it meant he possessed the theoretical foundation to open spatial channels to those planes. Given his current power at the late-stage of a First-level God, coupled with the authority of the Plane Master, forcibly tearing through the void to construct a temporary planar channel was not a difficult task.
However, this notion merely flashed through his mind before being thoroughly rejected.
Personally descend?
Not feasible.
Lei Chen had a clear understanding of this. Once a divine powerhouse of his level physically intruded into another plane, it would be like throwing a massive stone into a calm lake, inevitably triggering the most intense, most instinctive resistance and rejection from that plane's fundamental laws in an instant.
At that moment, what he would face would not be a welcome, but the crushing assault and encirclement of the entire plane's heaven and earth power.
Even with his strength, sufficient to forcibly suppress the resistance of an ordinary plane, the consequence of doing so would undoubtedly push the relationship between both sides to complete opposition.
Suppression, conquest, and even eventual devouring... this might be a shortcut to plunder resources, but it ran completely counter to the long-term "faith harvesting" plan he had formulated after careful deliberation.
Faith stems from inner recognition and reliance; it absolutely cannot be truly obtained through force or coercion.
What he needed was not a group of pseudo-believers trembling under divine might, paying lip service, but sources of faith that could sincerely revere the Thunder and provide him with pure wish power.
If it began with bloody suppression, there would be no foundation for faith to speak of, let alone any sustainable, steady stream. This was completely contrary to his kingly philosophy and the blueprint for constructing a new divine realm.
"It seems, then, that cultivating a proxy is the optimal solution." Lei Chen's train of thought was crystal clear.
This proxy could also be called his "High Priest" in the mortal world. Their duty would be to represent him, the Thunder God, travel to those otherworldly planes, spread the teachings of Thunder, guide the beings there to establish faith, gather the scattered prayers into a river, ultimately flowing to Lei Chen, the sole master of Thunder.
Having now reforged his Thunder God Position, he precisely needed such a High Priest to manage his faith affairs, especially during this critical period of expanding his faith territory into other planes. Sending the High Priest would perfectly circumvent the issue of planar rejection.
Most planes have a much higher tolerance for cross-planar descents by non-divine entities.
After all, phenomena like summoning magic, spatial rifts, and other natural or artificial planar exchanges exist throughout the cosmos. As long as they don't touch the bottom line of what a plane can bear—namely, the direct invasion of divine-level power—they typically don't trigger violent rejection.
A High Priest below the divine level is like a visitor from a foreign land. While they might attract the attention of local powers, they wouldn't incur the hostility of the entire heaven and earth. This was precisely the ideal identity for spreading faith.
So then, who should this crucial candidate be?
Lei Chen's thoughts raced. The many powerhouses currently under his command swiftly passed through his mind. Almost simultaneously with excluding numerous options, a relatively suitable candidate naturally surfaced in his heart.
This person might not be the strongest in terms of current strength, but their origin and bloodline attributes had a natural affinity with "Thunder," making them the "seedling" with the greatest cultivation potential.
"It's him."
With his mind made up, Lei Chen hesitated no longer. His figure shifted slightly. There was no need to tear space and create violent fluctuations; it was merely the natural compliance and displacement of planar rules.
In the next moment, his figure faded silently from the Plane Origin Sea, like a reflection merging into water.
...
Heaven Dou Empire, Dragon City.
As a key northern stronghold of the Empire, Dragon City was not only famous for its commercial prosperity but also renowned as the seat of one of the former Upper Three Sects—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Deep within a secluded courtyard belonging to the clan's property in the city, inside a simply furnished quiet room, a middle-aged, powerfully built man sat cross-legged, meditating deeply in the five-points-to-heaven posture.
His face was resolute with sharp, strong features. Though his eyes were closed, an aura of authority from long-held high status and the fierce temperament unique to assault-type Battle Soul Masters naturally emanated from his brow. Faint blue electric arcs occasionally flickered around him, indicating his cultivation techniques were closely related to the thunder and lightning attribute.
His Soul Power fluctuations were steady and restrained. He was unmistakably a Titled Douluo who had reached level 92.
On the Douluo Douluo, this already placed him among the ranks of powerhouses, sufficient to establish a sect and command respect.
However, in that silent instant, imperceptible ripples stirred in the quiet room's space. A tall, straight figure materialized without any warning, as if he had been standing there all along.
The newcomer was naturally Lei Chen. After appearing, his gaze calmly fell upon the meditating man. His divine sense, like the most precise instrument, instantly probed the man thoroughly, inside and out.
"Level 92..." Lei Chen's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
This cultivation level indeed fell far short of the ideal standard he had in mind for a "High Priest" who could be put to immediate use. As the High Priest of a First-level God, one should at least have level 99 cultivation. The person before him was only level 92, not even reaching the Super Douluo tier. The gap was indeed considerable.
But soon, Lei Chen's slightly furrowed brows smoothed out.
"Never mind. Cultivation realms are, to me, merely ditches that can be filled at will. The key lies in their bloodline essence and potential ceiling..."
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul is, after all, one of this world's top-tier lightning-type beast Martial Souls. Its compatibility with the Thunder God's faith is beyond doubt. As for insufficient cultivation? It merely means expending a bit more resources and effort."
Thinking this, a trace of nonchalance flashed in Lei Chen's eyes.
For him, the Plane Master who controlled the resources of an entire world, elevating the cultivation of a Titled Douluo was indeed not a difficult problem. It was merely a question of which method to choose and how many resources to consume.
He hesitated no longer. Looking at the man before him, completely unaware and still immersed in cultivation, he slowly spoke. His voice was calm, yet carried a majesty that penetrated the soul and brooked no refusal, resonating clearly within the small quiet room:
"Yu Linyuan, awaken."
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