Chapter 1107: Olorof Departs! Yellow Spring Crystal Mine! Yellow Spring Lord!

Chapter 1107: Alofa Departs! Yellow Springs Crystal Mine! Master of the Yellow Springs!

But...

Alofa shook her head internally.

Then, bowing slightly to Zhou Zhou, she said:

"The Emperor's intent, Alofa understands."

"But Alofa belongs to the Sun Emperor's faction. The Sun Emperor has decreed that, during this current war among the Ten Clans' Lords, we are not to join any Lord's faction."

"Please forgive the Emperor."

Alofa spoke politely.

"I understand."

"Business is business; no honor in broken deals."

"Hope that after the Sun Emperor's Sovereign removes this decree in due time, should the Sovereign ever wish to join the alliance of the myriad clans, please prioritize my lord's domain above all else."

Zhou Zhou, though somewhat disappointed, still smiled.

"Understood."

Oropha, upon hearing this, immediately agreed without hesitation.

Though He knew the other had many enemies within the myriad clan lords' factions, as a true god originating from the Sun Emperor's faction and as one of the rare true god-tier artifact forgers, He truly did not fear this.

After a brief conversation, Oropha then prepared to take Gik and Xiri and depart.

As they were about to leave, Oropha suddenly turned to Zhou Zhou and said:

"Your lord's domain is still too weak."

"When your lord's domain reaches the level of an empire, I shall return once more."

"Really?"

Zhou Zhou's eyes lit up at the words.

Was he about to join him?

Upon hearing this, Olofa only smiled faintly, saying nothing.

A shift in allegiance—such a momentous decision—could not be made so lightly.

Then, without further words, He turned and departed with Jik and Xiri.

Watching their retreating backs, Zhou Zhou turned and returned to the World of the Gods.

...

Within the Dark Cosmos,

Olofa was returning to the Sun Star, seated in his personally crafted Supreme Divine Transport—The Ri Yao Shen Zhong.

At this moment, He was gazing toward the direction of the Sun King's capital, silent and motionless.

"Grandfather, why don't you follow the Emperor's path?"

"The Emperor is now the First Lord of Ten Thousand Clans—following him ensures a bright future."

Xili asked, also hoping that her grandfather would join the Sun Kingdom.

That way, they could live together.

Jik nodded vigorously beside her.

"It's not that I don't want to; it's that the Emperor's Sovereign forbids it."

Olofa shook his head.

"Then simply leave the Sun Court!"

Xili said.

"You just say you're leaving and then leave? Your grandfather spent countless years in the Sun God Court, amassing countless connections, resources, and channels. Once you step away from the Sun God Court, all the foundation I've built over the years might vanish almost entirely."

Alofa sighed helplessly.

This little girl still thought the matter was too simple.

"It's because grandfather can't bear to see you leave your position within the Sun God Court."

Silie turned her head sharply, pouting with childish resentment.

Alofa said nothing.

Then, she sighed softly:

"Who could truly bear to let go?"

"The Sun God Court—along with the Moon God Court—is the pinnacle among all master factions across the myriad realms. There is none like it."

"And your sovereign's faction today is not even a realm-level master faction."

"After all, I am an artifact blacksmith of the top tier of true gods. Normally speaking, even an ordinary beginner divine kingdom lord faction, or even a mid-tier divine kingdom lord faction, could not possibly possess me. Only an advanced divine kingdom lord faction, or even a hegemon lord faction, could potentially have an artifact blacksmith like me."

"If I ultimately demean myself to go to a kingdom lord faction, not only will I be ridiculed by my friends, but my future, and even your futures, could very well be affected because of it."

Olorfa shook his head.

Xili wanted to say something more, but Giek, standing beside her, tugged at her hand.

Seeing this, Xili could only pout her lips, throwing a silent tantrum by herself.

At that moment, Giek lifted his head to look at his imposing teacher:

"Teacher, since you already made up your mind, why did you tell His Majesty that you would return once His Majesty commands an empire lord faction?"

Olorfa remained silent.

...

Meanwhile.

Zhou Zhan had already led more than 55 billion soldiers, 11,206 ordinary deities, and 132 true gods, aboard ten thousand Galaxy-Class vessels, en route toward the territory of the Yin-Ghost Clan.

The Galaxy-Class vessels moved with astonishing speed—especially under the activated conditions of dark cosmic travel—so that within less than a moment, they had arrived at the borders of the Yin-Ghost Clan’s domain.

Within the spatial stratum.

Through a virtual external view mode, Zhou Zhan observed the outer reaches of the Yin-Ghost Clan’s territory.

The core of the Yin-Ghost Clan’s domain consisted of three true-god-level territorial regions: the Abyssal Divine Mountain, the Plain of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and the Hall of the Yellow River of the Dead.

The place where Zhou Zhan and his companions now stood was precisely the Abyssal Divine Mountain.

Before them loomed a mountain towering some five to six light-years in height.

Its peaks were majestic and perilous, its cliffs jagged and rocky, its entire form a deep black-gray. The mountain exuded a thick, pervasive aura of the underworld’s ghostly essence.

Yet despite the suffocating presence of this ghostly mist, the terrain’s natural geomantic harmony—crafted as if by the hands of heaven itself—bestowed upon it an aura of solemn majesty. Even ordinary deities dared not gaze upon it directly, for fear of being overwhelmed by its silent, ancient power.

"What a magnificent mountain of the Underworld."

"This is an elite realm for nurturing ghosts!"

Zhou Zhan gazed upon this mountain of the Underworld, his mind filled with awe.

He could sense its potential—completely on par with the true god-tier territories of the human race, the Chaos Realm.

Even if no living beings tended to it, within just ten thousand years, this place would naturally give birth to a terrifying ghost god of true god caliber.

"This still isn't the best."

Yellow Emperor approached Zhou Zhan, looking down at the mountain of the Underworld and said, "This mountain is so ideal for nurturing ghosts because within it lies a vast, immensely rich super-sized Yellow Spring Crystal Mine. As a true god-tier mineral, the Yellow Spring Crystal naturally generates extremely pure upper-grade ghost energy. It is precisely this that has allowed the mountain to gradually evolve into a true god-tier territory over the ages."

"What a Yellow Spring Crystal Mine?"

Zhou Zhan raised an eyebrow, astonished: "This is an elite yin-element mineral—capable of forging numerous yin-element artifacts, and even aiding in cultivation, even helping to break through the bottleneck required to ascend to true god status. Its value is incalculable. How could the Yin Ghost Clan resist such temptation, merely to gather abundant ghost energy, and refrain from mining this true god-tier resource?"

"They certainly couldn't resist—but they simply cannot mine it, nor dare to."

Huang Di coldly laughed, "Because this Yellow Spring crystal mine has a master."

"Who?"

"The Second Death God, the Lord of Yellow Spring—Naraku."

Huang Di spoke softly.

Zhou Zhou raised an eyebrow.

"Lord of Yellow Spring—Naraku?"

"Someone whose understanding of the law of death ranks only behind the God of Death, Thanatos?"

Zhou Zhou said.

"Correct."

Huang Di nodded, and then continued:

"Originally a true god under the command of the Sovereign of the Yellow Springs, the first being to discover the Yellow Springs crystal ore within this Underworld Mountain, it immediately reported the find to the Sovereign of the Yellow Springs, and thus the land became his own."

"The true god-tier territory adjacent to the Underworld Mountain, known as the Yellow Springs Palace, was originally established as a temporary residence when the Sovereign of the Yellow Springs first arrived—precisely because of Him, this true god-tier territory was forged and brought into being."

"Regarding a place suitable for nurturing spirits, the Underworld Mountain far falls short of the Yellow Springs Palace, which the Sovereign of the Yellow Springs personally transformed and refined."

"At the time, the Yellow Springs crystal ore within the Underworld Mountain had not yet fully matured, so the Sovereign of the Yellow Springs did not immediately begin mining—it was intended to wait until the ore had fully developed before he would personally extract it."

"The Sovereign of the Yellow Springs had no intention of permanently residing here for the sake of a single crystal ore. To prevent other powers from seizing control upon his departure, he entrusted the land to the nearby Yin Ghost Clan. How could the then-weak Yin Ghost Clan possibly refuse the Sovereign's decree? Thus, they became his vassals."

"Thus, the Yin Ghost Clan leveraged the geographical blessings of this land and the protection granted by the Sovereign of the Yellow Springs, rising within just thirty thousand years to become a race rivaling even surpassing our human race in strength."

"The Yin Ghost Clan truly had great fortune."

Zhou Zhan mused.