While dealing with the daring level 127 True Celestials who tried to imprison him, Minos received contact from his latest creations about the possibility of getting new thrones.
He stopped what he was doing, paying attention to the information he had just received through his ntal connection with his creations. 'They've located two Devils... This is a great opportunity to hunt them down!'
It wasn't exactly thrones that his underlings had brought him, but the positions of two Devils, sothing that would give Minos two thrones if he moved fast enough to eliminate them. The only apparent problem with the current situation of these two targets was their cultivation.
'These are level 128 Devils... How strange. When I left Hell, there were only three creatures with that cultivation.'
He thought for a mont, standing with his back to the defeated Celestials in that dark area.
The six were on their knees, suffering the pressure of his cultivation. They just watched as he halted his words and focused on sothing else. They couldn't help but fear what this might an, while Minos' allies wondered what was on their companion's mind.
'The war must be over? It's possible. Years have passed since I left Vicente Fuller there. When I saw him recently, he seed to want to say sothing to , but I didn't pay attention given the timing of my advance to the 13th stage.'
Minos rembered his most recent journeys before entering the Upper Realm.
'The war must be over, or at least the best of it is over. Then several of the dinsion's experts fell, opening up space and opportunities for others... Hmm, it's possible that the dinsion's strength has been preserved. Perhaps there are even more high-level Devils than before.'
A high-level dinsion could hardly get any stronger. There were internal and external confrontations, and reaching the pinnacle wasn't so easy that there would be imdiate replacents for every casualty in the upper echelons of reality.
However, in a dinsion where one could beco stronger with the failure of the other, a war could eliminate the weakest and create a small, stronger elite, perhaps even more robust than the elite of the previous generation.
'Perhaps the number of Devils today is smaller than before. But the strength of the dinsion would hardly diminish with a war. In that case, fewer low-level True Celestials should exist in Hell now and more peak True Celestials should be in power.'
Minos seed neither happy nor worried about such a thing. Numbers could still make a difference, so the situation between the two upper dinsions should be more or less as it was in the past. For him, the chance of a more heated conflict between the dinsions shouldn't have changed so much just because of the likely changes in Hell.
But things could be different now than they had been before his ascension.
'There are fewer Devils we can kill to get thrones. So, it brings to the situation where I can't hunt as many of them as I'd like.' He thought of a problem first, not considering disputes between Deities to kill these available Devils. 'But there must be a benefit to hunting stronger Devils. I have to take advantage while other Deities don't realize the current situation!'
His eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists. Glancing back at the six Deities on their knees, Minos concluded his thoughts. 'While my internal actions will take longer to bear fruit, I will focus on this other opportunity.'
"You three, take care of our new friends. I'm sure they'll follow the right path from now on," Minos said to his allies before moving off, swimming away without waiting for answers from friends or foes.
The pressure on the area disappeared, freeing the six defeated Celestials, while the three allies watched as Minos crossed the underwater space of the dinsion. They didn't care about their opponents. None of them considered, even hypothetically, the chance that one of those six would turn down the offer to join Minos' faction.
Minos had been direct in saying the only fate they wouldn't suffer would be the one in which they joined the Ancestral Cult.
"Did he leave the dinsion?" One of the six defeated Deities asked, wrinkling his face tightly.
"That seems to be the case. And it must be a record. He should be the fastest to leave the dinsion after entering the realm. Even Senior Lydis took several thousand years to leave the realm for the first ti."
"Why did he do that? Normally we can't leave so easily, but it's not like leaving is that interesting," The only woman among the defeated asked, turning her gaze to Minos' three allies.
They didn't know the answer to this question for sure, but they thought it had to do with Minos' current objectives.
'Sothing has co up, and he's on the move to get a new throne. That's the only possibility!' The one who knew Minos best thought, before deciding to move as well.
"Take this group to Master Minos' city to formalize the entry of their factions into the Ancestral Cult. I have to report to the Master."
...
anwhile, Minos left the dinsion after a few minutes 'fighting' against space and the laws trying to prevent him from fulfilling his imdiate objective.
After entering the Upper Realm and becoming an Entitled Deity, Minos had put aside his mortality and was now rejected by mortal reality. Only on higher-level planes, where immortals could erge from natural cultivation, could Deities co and go easily.
But there were ways to circumvent the limitations that prevented individuals like Minos from moving around like this. By cultivating the energy and laws of the dinsion, strengthening themselves and directing these powers back to other realities, Deities could temporarily access mortal planes.
The throne of Minos called this rit, a symbolic currency that Deities earned when they fulfilled their duties.
By raising his cultivation and fulfilling his first task as an Entitled Deity, Minos had barely earned enough to make his journey. But given his spiritual power, he completed the requirents and advance until he entered a lower plane, where he knew one of his creations was watching one Devil.
Observing the red world around him for a mont, Minos flew towards his subordinate at the maximum speed he could go without attracting a punishnt from the laws that could force him to return to the realm.
Unlike the Devils, who could co and go from their dinsion and spend a lot of ti outside of Hell, Entitled Deities suffered from many limitations when it ca to accessing mortal planes. This stemd from how the Ancestral Realm had been divided after the calamity that almost completely destroyed the Nine Paths.
As the Entitled Deities could live forever and went against natural laws, they had been 'excluded' from the mortal realms, while the Devils, bringers of death and followers of the laws, had free access to the different layers of existence.
Minos was now an Entitled Deity and had no regrets about the advantages he had lost by choosing this path. He went ahead with his plans, flying fast, at a speed compatible with that of the strongest in that world.
'In an hour, I will reach his site. I hope such a Devil doesn't return to Hell in the anti!'
That was Minos' only concern at the mont: losing the chance to get a throne by spilling the blood of a Devil!
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