Chapter 1099: Daily Production of Ten Thousand Milky Way Ships!

Chapter 1099: The Galaxy Ship, Built in Thousands!

Zhou Zhou carefully weighed the feasibility of this bold idea.

After long contemplation, he felt a spark of confidence—perhaps he could test it out.

Yet he would not immediately confront the Chaos Crimson Empire.

An empire capable of commanding all invading imperial lords on the Supreme Continent must surely rank among the peerless imperial forces, even surpassing the level of divine realms. They might even possess hidden cards of divine-level power. He had no need to launch a total confrontation right away.

"Tomorrow, I'll pick one of the hundred imperial Crimson lords to fight—just to gauge the waters."

That thought passed through his mind.

As for the weaker imperial Crimson lord forces, Zhou Zhou, already bearing the grim record of wiping out entire clans, no longer regarded them with much interest.

If he was going to fight, he would fight the strong!

After that, Zhou Zhou and Wu Tu discussed the three intelligence matters for a while, and then Wu Tu departed from the Divine Realm.

He immediately reached out to the chieftains of the Roasha Clan and the Yin-Ghost Clan, informing them both that they had now jointly joined the Jiaoyang Kingdom—there was no longer any need for secrecy or hesitation between them.

Upon receiving this news, both chieftains were left stunned.

They promptly contacted each other, and then erupted into a fierce scolding, accusing one another of harboring ill will, of seeking to use the other as leverage to secure their own surrender.

After the storm of anger had passed, both of them quietly smiled at each other, understanding without words.

Previously, they had harbored some hesitation and guilt over their decision to voluntarily surrender to the Jiaoyang Kingdom.

But now, knowing they had allies at their side, those lingering doubts and regrets vanished instantly.

In fact, they even felt a certain sense of relief.

Relief that they had made the right choice earlier, by joining the Jiaoyang Kingdom.

Otherwise, the fate of the Yin-Ghost Clan tomorrow might well be their own, perhaps even worse.

Then they no longer wasted time, beginning to prepare for a war that would surely be won tomorrow.

...

Night.

The Primordial Realm.

On the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

Here, a sacred and divine ceremony was being held, celebrating the ascension of Chixuan Tian and Yuan Cheng to the rank of True God, and marking their appointment as new leaders of the Human Clan.

Zhou Zhou, as the Second Chancellor and current head of the Human Clan, naturally attended as well, sitting in the highest seat.

Yet it was not he personally who came, but Zhou Zheng.

He himself remained within the Palace of the Cycle, meditating upon the Law of the Lord.

On the ceremony itself.

Zhou Zheng was drinking and chatting with Huang Di and others, their conversation flowing with warmth and ease.

"By the way,"

"Where are Guo Qiao and Luo Sheng? Where's everyone else?"

Lü Zu asked curiously.

At hearing this, the others turned to look at Zhou Zheng with shared curiosity.

Under Zhou Zhou's command, they had fought alongside his troops—though it had been only a few days since they began, their bond with commanders like Guo Qiao and Luo Sheng had already grown deep. They admired one another, and each had willingly pledged to be a true brother or sister to the other.

Now, seeing that none of them had come, though they knew no harm would come to them, they couldn't help but ask.

"White Yun, Guo Qiao, Luo Sheng, Xu An, Wu Xin, and Ze Wu—all of them sensed the moment of their ascension to True Godhood after the great battle this morning. So they immediately went to the World of Time to meditate, preparing to ascend to True Godhood."

Zhou Zheng didn't hide the truth, nor was it necessary to do so—he simply explained.

"Will they also ascend to true deities?"

The crowd heard this and instantly gasped in shock.

Though they had grown accustomed to seeing true deity-level beings emerge every few days or so, appearing near the family patriarch's side,

what the patriarch just mentioned was not a single general preparing to ascend to true deity status—but six generals, all simultaneously preparing to reach that rank.

If six such beings could ascend together, even across all the realms and tribes of existence, it would be an exceedingly rare event, worthy of being recorded in human history—or even the history of all the universes.

Zhou Zhou nodded.

Then, gazing at the stunned and envious expressions on their faces, he paused briefly before smiling:

"This was purely by coincidence. I never expected them to ascend together."

"But I have a feeling that such an event will happen again in the future—perhaps even more of them will ascend together."

"You should prepare yourselves mentally."

His words were no mere idle speculation.

With so many lordly talents and lordly law techniques at his command, the pace of his own development—and the rapid ascent of his subordinates—would only accelerate.

Under such circumstances, it was not only plausible but likely that more deities would simultaneously ascend to true divinity in the future.

The gathered ones stared in astonishment.

How confident the chieftain was!

Yet, recalling the chieftain’s past deeds within their own lineage, they could not help but feel that his words might indeed come to pass.

"May the Sun Kingdom of the Sovereign flourish and produce more true divinities, shielding the people of the Sun Kingdom, and likewise protecting all of our human beings!"

Huangdi raised his cup and spoke.

Everyone followed suit, lifting their cups and drinking deeply.

Zhou Zheng also smiled, raising his cup and sipping the exquisite elixir of true divinity.

"How is the preparation progressing for the human race's departure from the Primordial Realm?"

Zhou Zheng asked.

"Everything has been prepared. All we need is for the sun star to rise tomorrow and the crimson fog to dissipate, and then we can lead the people of our clan out of the Primordial Realm and return to our homeland."

Speaking of this topic, the faces of Huang Di and the others lit up with smiles.

Although Huang Di had previously suggested that the human race remain in the Primordial Realm, who would willingly stay in a strange foreign land when they could finally return to their ancestral homeland on the Supreme Continent?

"Your Majesty will have ten thousand Galaxy-class vessels left behind within the Primordial Realm, specifically to assist the people of our clan in returning home."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhou nodded in agreement and continued.

"Ten thousand Galaxy-class vessels?!"

"So many?!"

...

The Yellow Emperor and his kin gasped in shock.

Those were mechanical clan vessels from the lower-tier subordinates of the deities—requiring vast quantities of materials, even divine-grade ones, to produce just a single one.

Because of their extreme difficulty in construction, prior human kingdoms had requested the Galaxy Ship from Zhou Zhou, and he had only agreed to sell a limited number to them.

How could it be that, in such a short time, there were already at least ten thousand of them?!

"Chief, are all these Galaxy Ships manufactured right here by you?"

Bai He swallowed hard, asking.

"Yes."

"How long did it take to produce these ten thousand Galaxy Ships?"

Bai He found it almost unimaginable.

One ten thousand ships of the Galaxy-Class vessel—how many divine-grade materials would it take to produce such a number?

"Previously, the Kingdom of Jiaoyang had twenty-two thousand Galaxy Ship Manufacturing Bases, with a daily output of five thousand Galaxy-Class vessels."

"Now, the entire Kingdom of Jiaoyang boasts over fifty thousand Galaxy Ship Manufacturing Bases, and the current daily output is approximately ten thousand Galaxy-Class vessels."

Zhou Zhan recalled what Wen Ya had reported to him, and spoke these words to the True Gods.

The True Gods remained motionless, stunned.

Ten thousand Galaxy-Class vessels—produced in a single day?!

The shock this news caused was no less than the revelation that six of the Clan’s divine beings were about to ascend to True Godhood.