From Baron to Lord

Because Cthulhu's life is too long, ordinary people using the law of backtracking cannot fully trace Cthulhu's entire life.

But this does not include Allen.

"Even with the law of backtracking, it's impossible to understand clearly?"

"If that's the case, then accelerate!!!"

This is the power of his laws after becoming a Supreme God.

In this world, as long as he wants, he can accelerate the backtracking to an infinite speed.

He can even arbitrarily extract what he wants!

Indeed!

"It's right here!!!" Hundreds of millions of years ago.

That was a young man with white hair.

He wore a white robe that fluttered in the wind.

Allen's eyes suddenly narrowed sharply.

"Strange, isn't this the Western world? Why is there a Daoist?" This is clearly a Daoist's attire…

What does this Daoist want?

Why would he come to this world to absorb the power of faith?

"Could it be that this world not only has a Western court but also an Eastern court?" Allen's gaze flickered.

His strength is great, but only in the West.

What if it were placed in the East?

Allen, after all, transmigrated here, and he doesn't know how his strength would fare in the East.

Thinking like this, he smiled.

"If calculated according to time, that Daoist should be arriving soon."

"In that case, I'll wait for him here."

Allen's main body (cfbi) is still absorbing endless power beneath the Sea of the Universe.

Therefore, Allen's clone's power is constantly increasing.

Moreover, there's also the group of gods in the royal court supplying Allen with the power of faith.

The current Allen doesn't need to worry about his strength at all; Allen's strength is at its peak!

Then, of course, he should try to see just how strong the white-haired Daoist, who set up such a big scheme, really is.

Allen placed the bead back here, but he placed a slightly crude seal on the outside of the pillar.

That seal prevented the power of faith from flowing into this bead again.

After Allen completed this seal, he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. "I wonder if I'll meet a fellow countryman here?"

Although that white-haired Daoist only looked somewhat like an Easterner, he might just be his fellow countryman?

A transmigrator is out of the question.

Allen had previously discovered that this world had no power of transmigration, so it's impossible for that white-haired Daoist to be a transmigrator; he must be a native Easterner.

"I just don't know what his background is!!"

Why put an entire bead here and absorb the lives of all the people in the White Dragon Empire?

Just as Allen completely set up the seal, a white-haired Daoist far away in the universe slowly opened his eyes.

Not only was the robe on his body white, and his hair white, but even his eyes were white.

"My bead seems to have absorbed enough power of faith…"

When his bead absorbs enough power of faith, the bead will stop absorbing the power of faith.

Because it had been absorbing the power of faith all along, the speed was somewhat slow, but it had always been absorbing, so it hadn't reached a saturated state.

Now, this bead has reached a saturated state.

When that bead stops absorbing the power of faith, it will transmit the message to this white-haired person.

So he knew that the bead had stopped absorbing the power of faith and had reached a saturated state.

After thinking for a moment, the white-haired Daoist's eyes flickered slightly, and he headed in the direction of the white bead.

He simply swiped his hand in front of him, and a huge black hole void gate appeared before his eyes; this Daoist was actually able to cut through the void!!

"I haven't been to other worlds for many years."

The white-haired Daoist gently probed, and a light flashed slightly where he left.

When the dark void gate disappeared, only a faint candlelight remained in this hall, flickering gently.

Other people outside came in and called out to the priest.

But their priest had disappeared without a trace.

So that person left the hall again as if nothing had happened, still respectful, as if extremely fearful of that Daoist.

A dark void gate appeared in front of Allen.

Allen is now hiding in his endless divine kingdom, watching all of these things unfold.

"The person has come.…"

Sure enough, it was the same person he saw in the law of backtracking.

Chapter 1197: Sealed? (2)

The person in front of him also had a head of white hair, snow-white hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were also a sea of white.

This person's facial features were clearly Eastern.

Could he really be an Eastern Daoist?

Allen's brows furrowed slightly.

After that person appeared, he walked towards his white bead.

Allen's gaze became serious once again; he couldn't see through this person's strength at all!!

The white-haired Daoist walked unhurriedly, slowly walking towards that side, grasping the white bead in his palm.

He closed his eyes, seemingly sensing the power of faith within the white bead.

Then, his brows furrowed slightly. "How can there be so little faith-power?"

Previously, a wave had been absorbed by Allen in Allen's endless divine kingdom, and now Allen had cut off the source of the power of faith, so of course, there was no power of faith in the white bead; there was nothing to say about it.

But this bead clearly wasn't absorbing…

The Daoist looked around, and when he saw the repeated sealing runes, he already understood everything.

"So that's how it is."

After he said this sentence, he then laughed.

"It's actually a seal that isolates my power of faith; this is very interesting."

"I didn't expect that such a small place could actually have the ability to isolate the seal of my Mystical White Treasure Bead?"

Allen then slowly walked out of the shadows at this moment.

The white-haired Daoist's pupils instantly shrank tightly, and he looked towards Allen.

"Who are you?"

When he first came to this world, he had clearly scouted it out, and no one had discovered his existence.

But how could there suddenly be another person now??

Could it be that this person's strength is still above him?

But he carefully looked towards this person and discovered that he didn't seem to pose a threat to him.

What was extremely strange was that this Daoist was actually unable to see through Allen's strength.

"What is your strength exactly?"

His eyes had already narrowed dangerously, and a long sword suddenly fell out of his hand.

That long sword was not like what Allen thought it would be, filled with righteous aura; on the contrary, it carried a trace of ghostly aura.

More accurately, it was a ghostly wail, with resentful ghosts intertwined outside of that scarlet-golden long sword, making it look even more turbid.

Extremely hideous, terrifying.

The chains around Allen's body swayed, and the chains rattled.

Bringing the surrounding things to sway along with them.

The ground began to tremble, and the green grass rolled up! "Is that important?"

Allen looked towards the white-haired Daoist on the opposite side, "You threw this Mystical White Treasure Bead into my empire, harming my empire's people, today I will execute you here!"

Before Allen's words could even finish, a trace of mockery suddenly appeared on the face of the white-haired Daoist on the opposite side. "Oh, you want to execute me here?"

When the white-haired Daoist heard Allen say 'empire's people,' a bit of contempt appeared in his eyes.

After all, in his eyes, this White Dragon Empire was just a very, very small empire.

He didn't even know what place it was; this bead was placed by Cthulhu.

He only had the ability to sense this bead.

A small empire like the White Dragon Empire was not worthy of talking to him at all; even if a small genius occasionally emerged, so what?. . . . . . Ask for flowers.

Could it be that based on such a result, he could be killed here!

The Daoist's indifferent gaze fell onto Allen's body.

"It's just a pity that today, not only will you not be able to avenge your empire's people, but you will also fall into my hands."

That Daoist said such a sentence, plainly like a fact, as if there was not even the slightest hesitation.

Allen, upon hearing this, lightly laughed.

What that Daoist said was really too much.

… … O Fall into the hands of this white-haired Daoist?

This white-haired Daoist really knows how to think!

The chains rattled.

The majestic power of the laws of this world's highest will descended upon his surroundings.

The white-haired Daoist's pupils instantly shrank, power of laws, "This… … … How is this possible?"

Power of laws, all the subjects of this world can use it.

But the problem is that Allen's power of laws represents the strongest will of this world.

And this white-haired Daoist is just a foreign invader, "Doesn't this world have a Supreme God?"

"Damn it!" He shouted.