Chapter 1166: Rankings! The Fallen Alishar!

Chapter 1166: The Ranking List! The Fallen Elisaar!

"Should we simply let them go?"

Zhou Tianming furrowed his brow slightly.

"Otherwise, what could we do? Keep them and continue the war with us?" Zhou Zhan shook his head. "These fleeing crimson mist monsters—they are the true core of the Crimson Army. If we face them directly, it will only be us who suffer losses."

"Destroying those 100 advanced Crimson Empires has already been enough for us."

"Let them go."

"They all originated from the Crimson Universe. Now they should return there too. They won't stay on the Supreme Continent. They pose no threat to us."

Zhou Tianming nodded.

Then they turned their gaze toward the battlefield.

There, the soldiers and spirits of the Jiaoyang Empire were calmly boarding the Eternal Mother Ship.

As for the crimson monstrosities and spoils scattered across the battlefield, they had all been fully retrieved by the prize collection system of the Eternal Mother Ship and stored in the prize warehouse.

"Never expected to actually win this battle," said Zhou Zheng, reflecting.

"Thanks to the innate intuition of the original form, which elevated the God Thief's stealth gauntlets into the Heart Thief. Without that, we wouldn't have won so easily."

Zhou Zhan said.

During the confrontation with Os's crimson legions, these crimson rulers had deployed numerous powerful war artifacts.

Had it not been for Zhou Zhan and Zhou Wu constantly stealing one item after another, the mere difficulty of ambushing Os's crimson forces would have increased by at least dozens—perhaps even hundreds—of times!

"Indeed, it was also thanks to these adversaries having so many hidden reserves. Through the Heart Thief, we turned their secrets into our own. Without that, we wouldn't have won so effortlessly—the Heart Thief truly made a decisive difference," nodded Zhou Wu, deeply convinced.

Among the hidden reserves they had prepared, the most powerful were undoubtedly that small pile of Eternally Sacred Soil.

Without their stealing the sacred soil of eternity and weakening the crimson armies' strength with it, they would not have won so swiftly.

At this moment, Zhou Zhan opened the alliance score leaderboard.

The standings were as follows:

[First Place: The Human Race - Master of Radiant Dawn — 52,050 billion 19 million alliance points!]

[Second Place: The Primordial Spirit Race - True Master — 8.08 billion 72 million alliance points!]

[Third Place: The Pastoral Deity Race - Master of Skyward Pursuit — 7.50 billion 10 million alliance points!]

[Fourth Place: The Chaos Race - Master Taiyi — 7.77 billion 18 million alliance points!]

[Fifth Place: The Universal Spirit Race - Master of Spiritual Sovereignty — 7.00 billion 96 million alliance points!]

After glancing at it, he smiled faintly.

The hard work over the past few days had not been in vain.

The gap between Himself and the second-place contender was as vast as heaven and earth.

Then they said no more, and, with their soldiers, boarded the Eternal Mother Ship and returned to the Jiaoyang Empire.

...

The Capital of Jiaoyang.

As the Eternal Mother Ship descended into the sky above the capital, the countless people of Jiaoyang below erupted in cheers.

They gazed upon the vessel with fervor and reverence, as if welcoming a divine being descending from the heavens.

The newly recruited soldiers, who had just defected to join the Jiaoyang Empire, could not help but marvel at the scene.

Though the Jiaoyang Empire was not a faith-based nation, it surpassed such nations in spirit and devotion.

Seeing the people below welcoming their return with such fervor, Zhou Zhan and his companions exchanged a glance, and smiles bloomed upon their faces.

After all, hadn't they fought and bled outside for nothing but to protect these beloved people?

"Let's go down."

Zhou Zhan said.

Zhou Wu, Zhou Zheng, and Zhou Tianming all nodded in unison.

Then the four of them descended together from the Eternal Mother Ship, arriving above the Sunlit Imperial Capital, where the common people erupted in cheers and shouts.

Only afterward did they return to the Divine Palace.

At that moment, Zhou Zhou was refining the Supreme Saint Body in the World of Time, so they left him undisturbed.

After sitting down and chatting for a while, Zhou Tianming stood up and said, "I still have a Master God-level mission to complete in the Ming Huang Realm. It cannot be delayed—I must go back now."

"Master God-level mission? Will it reward a Master God artifact?"

Zhou Zhan and the others were startled.

"A Master God artifact probably won't be given," Zhou Tianming smiled. "But perhaps it could bring back a Master God for our body."

"A true Supreme God."

The others' eyes lit up.

A true Supreme God?!

Zhou Zhan and they were about to ask, but Zhou Tianming raised a hand and said, "Just share my memories directly. Also, I'm taking one of the Cosmic Emperor-class vessels with me."

Zhou Zhan and the others had no objections.

The Cosmic Emperor-class vessel was merely a warship of the true god's tier. The Everlasting Mother Ship alone carried a hundred such vessels—taking one was nothing at all.

Then Zhou Tianming departed.

After he left, Zhou Zheng also stood up.

"I'll go handle my own affairs."

"The Universal King's gathering has ended. I need to prepare accordingly and issue some pre-emptive edicts."

"Once the main entity emerges from seclusion, we'll discuss the new activities."

"It's unlikely that the [Race Sovereign] event won't bring us back to the Blue Planet and unify all Blue Planet Lords, along with other additional content—we must prepare well in advance."

Zhou Zheng said.

Zhou Zhan and Zhou Wu nodded in agreement.

"You said—could we possibly return to Earth?"

Zhou Wu suddenly asked.

"Probably not," Zhou Zheng hesitated, "According to the intel provided by the Yellow Emperor, it seems the Earth's human race hasn't participated in the Great Race Lords' rivalry?"

Zhou Zhan and Zhou Wu nodded with indifferent interest.

"What expressions? With our current abilities, returning to Earth would be as simple as breathing. What are you missing?"

Zhou Zheng teased.

"It's just a bit of a pity."

"If Earth... well, perhaps it's better not to join at all."

Zhou Zhan had originally intended to suggest that the Earth race also join the great contest among the ten thousand clan lords, but upon recalling the brutal nature of this war, he abandoned the idea.

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng smiled gently and shook his head before departing.

As Zhou Zheng left, Zhou Zhan and Zhou Wu exchanged a silent glance, then rose together and headed toward the Palace of Cyclic Rebirth.

Within the past world of the Palace of Cyclic Rebirth, countless former master gods once existed. They were now preparing to enter it, to refine and sharpen their combat skills against those ancient master gods of bygone eras.

After today's battle, they did not feel any sense of pride—instead, they deeply realized their own shortcomings.

Time flew by swiftly.

In an instant,

the entire afternoon had passed.

During this afternoon, due to the orders issued by Zhou Zheng, the soldiers and spirits of the Praeyon Empire were resting, recovering from the injuries and losses sustained over the past two days of continuous battle.

The vast and resolute Zhou Zheng, faced with this situation, simply opened the Imperial Treasury with equal grandeur, allowing soldiers and spirits wounded or suffering material losses in battle to directly exchange for equivalent treasures within the Imperial Treasury—compensating for their damages.

In an instant,

all commanders and spirits grew even more grateful toward their lord, their loyalty rising once again.

...

Deep within a forest some fifty million kilometers from the Praeyon Imperial Capital,

a group of disheartened elven imperial female soldiers gathered here.

At the forefront stood the former sovereign of the Primordial Elven Empire—Elisar.

Now, Elisar's garments were tattered, her body marked by multiple wounds, her aura unstable—she looked utterly disheveled and weak.

Before her, the faltering astronomer Molt was delivering the latest battlefield reports on the Praeyon Empire.

After hearing it, both Mortel the Astrologer and Elisaar were left stunned.

Mortel the Astrologer could hardly believe that the Sunflare Lord described in the battle report was the very same frail human lord who once had hesitated over leaving Nattyra.

And Elisaar, gazing at the disheveled state of her own body, recalled the magnificent feats the Sunflare Lord had achieved—her heart ached with bitter reflection.

"Does I still have the right to stand before Him?"

He murmured to himself, his thoughts drifting in quiet sorrow.