Chapter 1096: True Lord: This Transmigrator Is a Bit Miserable! Blood Moon Son and Yuzanda!

Chapter 1096: The True Lord: This Transcendent One Isn't So Lucky! Blood Moon and You Zhanda!

"The True Lord likely holds a master god-level reserve, one stronger than Yuril itself—only such a power could have claimed Yuril's life in hand."

"Master god-level reserves…"

The True Lord felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Once proud, unshakable.

From childhood to adulthood, he had never known such a feeling.

Even when he had suffered defeats at the hands of Zhou Zhou, he had always believed it was temporary—his future would surely surpass him.

But now, upon realizing that the other held master god-level reserves, hope of catching up seemed suddenly distant.

After all, master god-level reserves represented master god-tier power.

Such power, within the first race of the universe—the Primordial Spirit Clan—was considered clan-level strength.

To most of the original Elven races, possessing divine-tier combat power could be considered the ultimate goal of their entire lives.

Even he, himself, was no exception.

And now, this goal—once thought unattainable—had been achieved by a lord from the Human race.

Moreover, this individual had already defeated countless powerful beings, led armies in expanding territories, and risen to prominence with great success.

Meanwhile, we were still engaged in petty negotiations among the various lordly factions.

"I'm not exactly a newcomer to this world."

"And my arrival was already blessed with such elite bloodline—what's the matter now? After arriving, I'm being outclassed by other factions?"

"An invincible narrative pitted against a weakling stream, and now it's the weaklings who dominate?"

A true lord's bitter commentary.

He felt his artistic style had drifted so far from the Sunlord's that they were no longer from the same dimension at all.

"That's why, among the Blue Star Lords, there has long been a rumor circulating: the Emperor of the Common People and the Lords they play with are not playing the same version of the Lord's game."

"Indeed, that's true."

"He seems to have already entered the age of divine chaos—while I'm still just building houses within my own territory."

The True Lord remained silent for a long time, then took a deep breath, refocusing his spirit.

He analyzed the current situation in his mind, and gradually began to discern three distinct advantages he still held.

First of all—

He possessed the supreme racial foundation of his own lineage, backed by the Primordial Spirit Clan, the greatest of all races in the universe, silently supporting and influencing him.

This was evident from the fact that numerous lordly factions, even entire race-based powers, willingly offered their own faction missions to him.

He received hundreds of millions, even billions of faction points every day—not because he completed faction missions frequently, but simply because the missions themselves were so valuable and sought after.

Instead, it was because every single day, countless chieftains from myriad races and powerful factions would volunteer to seek Him out, eager to hand over half of their faction's missions to Him—requiring only Him to complete the final touches, thus effortlessly amassing vast amounts of faction points.

And this was precisely because they knew Him to be a chieftain of the Primordial Spirit Clan, backed by the unwavering support of that ancient lineage. As long as they aided Him, they could expect rewards beyond their wildest imaginings.

No even the Supreme Will could stop this.

This was the undeniable advantage of being backed by a premier great clan.

A benefit utterly beyond the comprehension of chieftains like Zhou Zhou, born of the human race.

The next day's advantage was:

Though Zhou Zhou was now immensely powerful, if he wished to vie for the position of Supreme Chieftain, he would still have to engage in the very same activities as the others.

At first glance, this seemed to favor Zhou Zhou, yet in reality, his advantage remained quite modest.

For the ceiling of such activities was fixed—this wasn't merely about who fought harder or more fiercely; victory wasn't simply determined by brute force.

Intelligence, channels, influence, reputation, networks...

These factors all become crucial elements in determining the ultimate victor of the highest will's activities.

Even if Zhou Zhou were exceptionally strong, He could not break the rules—He could only diligently complete faction missions and accumulate faction points, just like the others.

At best, He might achieve a slightly higher efficiency in earning those points.

Yet, such efficiency could be offset by the depth of his race's heritage, his influence, and other advantages.

Seen from this perspective,

Zhou Zhou actually holds certain disadvantages.

Because He cannot fully deploy His overwhelming strength and power into the activities—only a fraction can be utilized.

As for his third advantage, Zhou Zhou has accumulated too many enemies.

On the Supreme Continent, as long as Zhou Zhou avoids provoking any god-tier lord factions, He is already considered invincible.

But once they leave the Supreme Continent and enter the era of universal clan rivalry, Zhou Zhou—whose enemies are too numerous—will inevitably face a relentless onslaught from countless super-strong individuals and powerful factions.

At that point, not only will participation in the event become impossible, but even survival itself will be a question.

Yet these top-bloodline clan lords, upon leaving the Supreme Continent, grow ever more at ease, drawing upon their ancestral strength and racial influence.

This is something Zhou Zhou can never match.

After grasping these three truths, the true master finally found peace.

He gazed toward the distant horizon, murmuring to himself:

"Emperor of the People, you have ascended to this point through mere human flesh and blood—my admiration for you is genuine."

"But your path ahead will only grow more difficult."

"Ours, on the other hand, will grow ever simpler."

"This is precisely the difficulty faced by your underclass races, striving to ascend to higher echelons."

"Breaking class barriers—let alone rising from the ranks of the underclasses to become the dominant force among the strongest races—is no simple feat."

"When you step beyond the Supreme Continent, you'll realize this is merely the beginning."

...

Even true lords found themselves utterly powerless before Zhou Zhou's overwhelming strength.

Let alone the other lords.

At this very moment, every lord among the myriad races had formed one unshakable conviction:

The Celestial Sovereign, invincible!

This relentless adversary—best left to be faced by the supreme warriors within their own ancestral races.

The Celestial Sovereign is no longer on the same plane as these myriad lords.

……

Beyond the Highest Continent, in the distant expanse of the stars.

A streak of violet light sliced through the heavens, rushing directly toward the Highest Continent.

Within the glow, Yu Zandá’s face, etched with hatred and fury, was subtly veiled by the purple radiance.

“Emperor of the People!”

“I will kill you! I will avenge my son!”

Swiftly—

He vanished from sight in an instant, crossing the starry void.

And just moments after his disappearance, a subtle ripple trembled through space, followed by the emergence of a crimson fox-faced figure.

It was Xue Yuezi, who had just left the Highest Continent, setting out to seek vengeance against Yu Zandá.

He stared at the figure of Yuzhanda for a long time, then his mind began to stir with quiet contemplation.

"I originally intended to first restore my power to the level of the Supreme God, gather a few backup strategies capable of countering Yuzhanda, and only then seek out Yuzhanda himself."

"Instead, this man has come to me on his own—seeking vengeance against the Celestial Sovereign of the People."

"Vengeance... Could it be that Yuril is Yuzhanda's offspring?"

"If so, then everything begins to make sense."

Standing still in silence, the Blood Moon figure pondered deeply, and at last, turned his course back toward the Supreme Continent.