Chapter 1175: Discussion and Decision! Beast King Emperor—Coryll!

Chapter 1175: Negotiating and Deciding! The Tiefling Emperor—Koriel!

"The remains of Nattya...?"

Zhou Zhou's expression remained calm on the surface, yet within his mind, a complex web of emotions stirred.

Elisar had come with Nattya's remains—not merely to create a debt of gratitude toward him, but to secure his favor.

Of course.

It was also possible she simply wished to deliver them as a gesture, to him personally.

Regardless of the motive, in either case, he would now owe her a debt.

As Zhou pondered this, his gaze grew steadily resolute.

If her true intention was indeed this—

then, yes, he could accept the debt.

Yet He would never aid the Elf Empire in its conflict against the Tyrannical Divine Realm.

The Tyrannical Divine Realm, as a newly formed and nascent divine realm lordship, was naturally nothing to be feared by Zhou Zhou. Indeed, if He so desired, He could extinguish it with ease.

But still—

The Sun Empire and the Tyrannical Divine Realm bore no grudges against one another, and their territories were far apart. Thus, Zhou Zhou had no interest in taking action against the Tyrannical Divine Realm.

And most importantly, Zhou Zhou did not wish to become a mere tool in someone else's hand, aiding them in attacking their enemies.

That would leave Him feeling like a pawn, manipulated and mocked by the very hands that held the power.

No one would enjoy such a sensation.

Not even Zhou Zhou himself.

"If Lady Elissar brings to Me the remnants of Naiya's remains, then I shall meet with Her."

Zhou Zhou mused, speaking softly.

Natyra is my own friend; I could not allow her legacy to fall into the hands of others.

And if she truly asked me to assist her in opposing the Dragon God Realm, I would never agree.

At most, I could compensate Elsarah in other ways.

Beyond that, nothing is possible.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wu Tu spoke respectfully.

"How have the foreign nations bordering our empire been lately? Any signs of an impending attack on us?"

Zhou Zhou asked casually.

"Report to Your Majesty."

"The foreign realms and powerful imperial lords and ethnic factions surrounding our empire are currently extremely cautious, showing no desire or courage to provoke our nation."

"But there are indeed many lordly alliances forming now."

"They seem to fear our advance, and nearly all of them have hastily united just in the past few days."

"Yet even though they've allied, none of them show any intention of launching an attack against us."

Wu Tu smiled.

With the powerful state of the Praey Sun Empire as his backer, watching these foreign kingdoms tremble and hesitate, he felt an overwhelming pride.

Pride in the strength of his own nation! Pride in the might of his own lords!

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhou also offered a subtle smile.

Given his current strength as a lordly force, he could confidently annihilate any junior divine-state lordly faction, and dare to confront even mid-tier divine-state factions head-on. Only the elite divine-state factions did he currently choose to avoid.

These foreign kingdoms bordering the Praey Sun Empire's territories were at most imperial-level lordly forces—how could they dare to show their teeth against him?

That is the true advantage of strength!

They have formed an alliance—only for self-preservation, with absolutely no intention of attacking our forces.

Unlike the alliances of old, most of which harbored ill will toward us.

"I understand. Continue monitoring the latest developments from the foreign states around us."

Zhou Zhou said.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wu Tu replied respectfully.

Zhou Zhou nodded.

Then Wu Tu departed.

Not long after Wu Tu left, Zhou Zheng, Zhou Zhan, and Zhou Wu arrived swiftly as well.

"Master, let us discuss the next steps of our activities."

Zhou Zhengdao.

"Good."

Zhou Zhou nodded.

He had exactly the same thought in mind.

The four of them then began to chat.

"A new activity has been named 'Master of the Race.' Unless something unexpected happens, it should be the Master of the Race activity for the Human Race on Blue Star, not for the entire Human Race. Otherwise, weaker leaders among the myriad races might not even qualify to participate in this new activity."

Zhou Zhengdao speculated.

The other three nodded in agreement.

The 'Master of the Race' activity would likely involve the myriad race leaders becoming leaders of their respective races.

If a myriad race leader was backed by a top-tier race force with a Supreme God-level deity presiding over it—

Such racial factions would naturally never permit one of their weak, subordinate chieftains to suddenly ascend as the leader of their entire race.

Even if the chieftains were willing, the original race leader of such a top-tier species would certainly not agree.

Let alone the fact that within a top-tier race, countless members often become chieftains of the myriad clans.

Could it be that all these chieftains, due to a single event, suddenly become leaders of their race?

Then the entire multiverse would descend into chaos.

The Supreme Will absolutely would not wish to witness such a scene.

"Blue Planet, it's been a long time since I last returned."

Zhou Zheng mused.

"I want to go back to Earth."

Zhou Zhan smiled faintly.

"Me too."

Zhou Wu smiled.

"I want to return to both," Zhou Zhou said with a chuckle, his expression then turning serious. "Joking aside, let's get down to business. If the new event truly requires us to return to the Blue Planet, it means stepping beyond the Supreme Continent to wage war across the myriad worlds of the universe."

"Though the four of us can barely be considered equivalent to four True God-tier combat forces, we wouldn't fare well if we faced a sneak attack by a greater number of True Gods."

"As for the True Gods we can summon through the Ten Gods' Divine Blessing Lord Talent, I don't intend to reveal that trump card until the final moment. Therefore, I plan to participate in this event under the guise of a mortal Lord when it begins, ensuring those top-tier bloodline races looking to target us won't be able to find us for the time being."

"No problem."

"I have the same thought."

"That's exactly what I was thinking."

Zhou Zheng and the other two nodded.

"Then we'll leave it at that for now."

Zhou Zhou spoke.

No one else had any objections.

Then, they had no desire to linger further.

After all, this had been merely a speculative meeting regarding the new initiative—there wasn’t much to discuss beyond that.

"By the way, there's one more thing," Zhou Zhou said. "We'll send invitations to the Supreme Continents, to the Primordial Gods of all the realms and universes, informing them that we are willing to offer one of our Master Artifacts in exchange for their service as Supreme Deities of our Jiaoyang Empire, for a term of exactly one hundred years."

"Should any of them agree to serve as our Supreme Deities and sign the covenant, as soon as the agreement is formalized, we will immediately present them with the Master Artifact."

The new initiative is about to begin.

No matter how much Zhou Zhou and the others wished to avoid encountering enemies of Supreme Deity rank, they would likely end up facing such powers eventually.

Therefore, why not prepare in advance?

Offering a single Master Artifact to enlist one Supreme Deity-level being as a divine patron of their empire—among the countless Supreme Deities across the myriad realms, it is likely that very few would be able to resist such a tempting offer.

After all, the Master Artifact—He didn't lack it now.

What He lacked were Master God-level warriors capable of wielding the Master Artifact, and willing to stand by His side.

"Very well!" Zhou Zheng nodded. "I'll handle this."

Zhou Zhou nodded in agreement.

They chatted a little longer, then Zhou Zheng departed to attend to his duties.

Zhou Zhan and Zhou Wu—one journeyed to the World of Time to contemplate the Lord's Law; the other ventured into the World of Time to train under past masters, honing his combat skills.

Meanwhile,

Some ten thousand kilometers away from the Sun Empire,

A purple crystal titan warship, its entire body a deep purple like a diamond of that hue, stood concealed within the spatial stratum.

Among the warships.

The ruler of the Ogrin Goddomain—Colir—sat regally upon the amethyst throne, listening to a report from a silver ogre below.

Now over ten thousand years old, with power roughly at the level of a lower-tier deity, Colir was, in truth, an amethyst ogre, his entire form shimmering with the deep, crystalline hue of amethyst.

Upon hearing the report from the silver ogre beneath, His brow furrowed deeply, lines of concern etching themselves into the stone-like surface of His countenance.