Zhutian Panlong: They've all become gods, and they're only just joining the chat group.

Chapter 114 Philias

On this day, in a deserted corner of the sea in the Tara plane, a black gap suddenly appeared in mid-air.

A figure, dressed in tattered clothes and with deep wounds that revealed the bone, fell out from the gap and plunged straight into the deep blue sea.

The black gap then slowly shrank until it disappeared.

After falling for a while, the tattered figure swayed a few times and finally stood in mid-air.

He surveyed his surroundings, while subconsciously extending his spiritual sense.

After a moment, the man suddenly burst into laughter, laughing maniacally.

"I, Philias, have finally escaped the dimensional prison. Tara, I'm back."

Life in the dimensional prison was too unbearable; he himself didn't know how long he had been inside.

At first, I would remember the days, but later I stopped remembering them completely and just drifted through each day.

From a lowly lower-level god when he first entered the prison, he has grown into a powerful figure, even among the higher-level gods.

He couldn't remember how much time had passed; the Tara plane now was no longer the Tara plane he knew.

The familiar forces and familiar people are no longer there.

Tara, which should have been his hometown, gave him a sense of unfamiliarity.

But it doesn't matter. Just like when he was imprisoned, he still didn't sense the existence of any higher gods. It seems there are no higher gods, at most only a few mid-level gods. With his strength, he is more than capable of dominating this small material plane.

Unlike the dimensional prison, which houses several unfathomable old monsters, he wouldn't dare provoke them easily. However, those old monsters all have fixed territories or secluded places, so as long as he doesn't cause trouble in front of them, there shouldn't be any major problems.

In fact, the material plane is not suitable for cultivation at the god level or above.

Lower-level gods can still grind down to the level of mid-level gods by relying on their talents.

If a mid-level god wants to grind down to a high-level god, it would take forever.

Therefore, mid-level gods generally cannot stay for long. After feeling their own slow, tortoise-like progress, anyone who still has some ambition for their strength will take the initiative to go to the god plane.

And who among those who can cultivate to the level of a mid-level god in the material plane wouldn't have some pursuit of strength?

The mid-level gods in the Tara plane today, apart from the plane guardians, have all grown up in the last few hundred thousand years.

Apart from Remer, who was killed by Richard, they all had ties to the material plane and hadn't yet let go of those ties in their hearts.

After hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, once they feel their strength has barely increased, they will go to the divine plane on their own.

The god-level powerhouses in the entire Tara plane are constantly changing. They might not want to go to the god-level plane for tens or hundreds of thousands of years, but what about for a million or two million years?

People's thoughts change, especially those who are chosen by heaven and can cultivate themselves into gods in the material world. Who doesn't have some thoughts?

As for Remer, who was killed by Richard, he actually had the shortest time as a mid-level god.

Philias wasn't in a hurry to leave. He first stayed put to recover from his injuries. The dimensional prison was short of supplies, and there weren't many medicines that would be effective against someone of his level.

Forget about the material plane, you might not even be able to find it in the Tara plane; you'd have to look in the god plane.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry to seek alms from those forces, since they would basically be of no use to him anyway.

Let's slowly repair it with divine power. As long as it doesn't involve soul injuries, and as long as the physical injuries aren't completely annihilated, repairing them only requires a massive amount of divine power.

Despite his pitiful appearance, his injuries are all physical. They are easy to treat; just infuse him with divine power.

His injuries weren't from fighting with others, but from passing through spatial turbulence.

While wandering around the dimensional prison, he discovered a weak point in space and, through it, vaguely sensed another space that wasn't too far away.

Tara, then it must be the Tara plane.

Philias immediately confirmed it in his mind. The dimensional prison and the Tara plane were two sides of the same coin. The only thing that could be so close to the dimensional prison was the Tara plane.

He immediately decided to take a gamble; he didn't want to be trapped in the dimensional prison for the rest of his life.

In fact, he didn't even have a fixed faction. Although he had taken on a few subordinates, he himself spent his days wandering around the dimensional prison, looking for an opportunity to escape.

There are stories circulating in the dimensional prison that some lucky individuals discovered the sealed node connecting to the Tara plane and thus escaped from the dimensional prison.

However, that guy was inhuman; he turned around and reinforced the seal on the node, blocking the way for those who came after him.

Although he didn't find the weak sealing node, the spatial weakness he discovered after exploring for so long was worth the risk.

A high-ranking god can barely survive in the spatial turbulence for a short period of time. This is a gamble, a gamble on whether he can get out of the spatial turbulence before he can't hold on any longer.

Because higher-ranking gods cannot move freely within spatial turbulence, if they cannot reach their designated location, they will die directly within the spatial turbulence.

Without a doubt, Philias chose to take a gamble: either escape alive or die in the spatial turbulence.

He undoubtedly won his gamble, and now he can enjoy the taste of freedom.

Several months later, Philias had largely recovered from his injuries.

He replaced the broken material defense artifact with a set of light gold armor, which he felt matched his golden hair well.

With the range of his divine consciousness as a high-ranking god, he could cover most of the plane.

By scanning several times, you can get a general understanding of the entire plane.

Out of caution, he still explored the entire plane, and as he thought, there were indeed no higher gods.

As he scanned with his divine sense, Richard's true form, who was in the small world, suddenly frowned.

"Where did this high-ranking god come from?" he wondered.

If he hadn't recently broken through to the Upper God realm in terms of spiritual power, he wouldn't have been able to detect this fluctuation of divine sense.

Just like his other divine avatars, he was completely unaware of this fluctuation of divine consciousness.

An unfamiliar high god?

Everything is uncertain now, so he decided to stay hidden and observe for the time being.

At the very least, we should find out this person's background and strength before deciding on our next move.

Fortunately, he was already hiding his true form. Almost all of his other divine avatars were cultivating in seclusion in small worlds, leaving only one earth-type divine avatar to oversee his territory in the open.

Even Hogg, who had only recently become a god, was cultivating in seclusion in the alternate dimension he had previously created in his territory.

Looking back now, it was a lucky accident that helped us avoid his detection.

In that case, he'll be even less likely to show his face.

Once this person's strength exceeds his ability to handle, he will have to consider how to escape, either by retreating to the divine plane or by retreating to the world of other group members.

After confirming that there were indeed no higher gods in the Tara plane, Philias felt that things were much simpler. He chose a direction and then transmitted his thoughts to several mid-level gods.

"Come to me immediately." These four words sent a chill down the spines of several mid-level gods.

The words "higher god" instantly came to mind.

They were 100% certain that this suppression of divine sense was from a high-ranking god.

This is truly one wave after another. The mysterious mid-level god hadn't even had a few years of peace before a high-level god appeared.

I simply can't go on living like this anymore.

But since this old man summoned them, they had no choice but to go. If the other party were a mid-level god, they could at least test him a bit.

But the higher gods? Forget about them. They haven't lived enough yet.

With divine power, divine domain, and artifact level all lagging behind, how can we fight like this? That's not a test, that's suicide.

The group rushed to Philias's side, including the plane guardian Steven, but none of them dared to make a move.

High-ranking gods are also important figures at the top of the food chain in the divine realm, and they can live quite comfortably regardless of which faction they belong to.

Even the status of a high-ranking god who has refined their divine essence is incomparable to that of an ordinary mid-ranking god.

In a sense, only the higher gods have human rights in the divine realm.

Therefore, even though Steven is the guardian of the plane, he will not easily offend the higher gods.

Moreover, this guy might just be a hothead from a dimensional prison who doesn't understand what it means to be under the command of the main god.

What if this guy feels he's been slighted and actually slaps him to death? Even if this guy is eventually eliminated, he only has one life.

Would he risk his life to trade with the other person? Steven didn't think he was that stupid.

Why not listen to what the other person wants to do first?

Perhaps the other party will leave the Tara plane soon. After all, a small resource plane is really not worth a high-ranking god staying in for long.

Steven wasn't the only one who thought this way; Olissis, the Pope of Light, and the King of Beasts all thought the same.

But when the group arrived before Philias, Philias unilaterally declared that they must submit to him.

They were absolutely horrified. They really wanted to just throw a string of curses at each other without thinking.

"Please forgive me, sir. I am a plane guardian, under the command of the chief god, and can no longer serve you," Steven said respectfully to Philias.

"Oh, so you're the current guardian of this plane. Fine, you don't need to pledge allegiance to me." Philias pretended to suddenly realize something.

But in reality, he had located Steven near the dimensional teleportation array in the Arctic ice field, so how could he not know his identity?

The purpose of bringing him here was also to establish authority over this plane guardian. The implication was clear: if I'm going to make big moves in the Tara plane, don't try to stop me.

As for actually getting this plane guardian to pledge allegiance to him? Forget it, he was sent to the plane prison by plane guardians from countless previous eras.

He was too young at the time, having only recently become a lower-level god, and unaware of some unspoken rules among god-level powerhouses, such as not provoking plane guardians. That's why, after his ego inflated, he angered a plane guardian and was sent to the plane prison.

I learned these common-sense facts while in the dimensional prison.

So even though he is stronger than this plane guardian now, he has no intention of doing anything to him, as long as the guardian doesn't interfere with him.

Let's just consider it giving face to that unknown supreme god. Although he doesn't know how strong the supreme god is, he thinks it must be much stronger than himself. He can use the difference between himself and the intermediate gods as a reference.