Chapter 1191: Three Relics! Coryll's Ambition!

Chapter 1191: Three Inherited Treasures! Colier's Ambition!

Zhou Zhou gazed upon the land before him.

There, laid quietly upon the ground, was a purple imperial robe, a purple divine sword, and a necklace composed of various star-dust fragments.

He glanced at them briefly. The purple imperial robe was named the Primordial Divine Robe—an upper-tier divine artifact, ranked among the highest-tier divine relics. The purple divine sword bore the name Primordial Bone Sword, forged from the spine of a true god-level primordial elf—an artifact of true god-tier, classified as a lower-tier divine relic. As for the beads, they seemed utterly ordinary, even unremarkable, not surpassing the realm of the extraordinary.

Zhou Zhou picked up the necklace.

[Item Name: Eliseal's Star Dust Necklace]

[Item Level: Common]

[Item Effect: Triggers Eliseal's most joyful and blissful memories.]

[Item Description: When Elisaar was young, she played with her parents at the edge of the Star Sea within the Divine Realm, and together with them wove this star-dust necklace from fragments of myriad stars. It was the happiest time of her life—until, many years later, even now, she could not forget that carefree existence. Yet she understood: there were greater things ahead—she must fight for the Primordial Elven Empire!]

He stared for a few seconds, then tucked away the Imperial robe, the divine sword, and the necklace. Turning, he looked back.

"Lord Colir, having watched this long—shouldn't you have seen enough?"

He spoke with quiet calm.

The air grew still.

A moment passed, then a massive, crystal-purple primitive ogre emerged slowly from the void, chuckling. "No wonder you are the Emperor of the People—your eyes caught my hidden position in one glance."

Then, turning toward where Elisaar had fallen, he sighed:

"I never expected Him to make such a choice. From my own perspective, I admire Him. But from the standpoint of the Lord of the Ogres' Realm, I deeply respect Him even more."

"Though I feel a touch of shame, if I were in His place, I doubt I'd make such a sacrifice—giving up my own life for only a few scattered villagers."

"Keeping my life, waiting for a future chance to rebuild the Empire—that would have been my choice."

Then, seeing Zhou Zhou silent, Collier couldn't help but feel curious and asked,

"Lord, why not revive Him?"

"I respect His choice."

Zhou Zhou spoke softly.

Though Elisa had chosen to let both her divine soul and physical form dissolve into the vast heavens.

For ordinary deities, in such a scenario, even if they possessed the grand art of resurrection, they would be powerless to bring her back.

Yet Zhou Zhou, as a lord deity wielding the principle of 'King,' could theoretically reverse time—rewinding it to the moment before Elisa chose to end her life—and thus save her.

But as Elisa herself had said—

She had willingly chosen to die.

It was likely that even if Zhou Zhou truly reversed time and appeared before her, she would still insist on ending her own life.

So Zhou Zhou chose to respect the other's choice.

Colir smiled and nodded.

As one who had personally witnessed the death of Elisaar, He naturally knew that ordinary methods would be utterly incapable of resurrecting Elisaar.

Yet even that was merely ordinary.

In this multiverse where countless supreme deities exist, who can say what astonishing methods might not emerge?

As long as the other is strong enough!

And before Him stood this Celestial Emperor Sovereign possessing main god-level combat power—undoubtedly one of the most terrifying entities of that kind!

"Disappear before I decide to kill you."

Zhou Zhou suddenly said.

Colir's heart leapt with shock, his mind surging with uncontrollable fear.

Although He was the divine lord of a primary god-kingdom tier lord faction, in the presence of this Common People's Emperor, such a status failed to grant Him even the slightest shred of security.

Yet as the ruler of a god-kingdom, He was also a being of extraordinary courage!

Facing Zhou Zhou’s threat, He did not retreat; instead, an incredibly wild idea sprouted within His mind.

"Your Imperial Majesty, what if we cooperate?"

Collier said.

Zhou Zhou glanced at Him in surprise upon hearing this, then smiled:

"Cooperate with me?"

"Currently, most of the myriad races view me as a thorn in their side, wishing I would drop dead tomorrow. Once the new event begins, they will surely employ all sorts of overt and covert means against me. Are you certain you want to cooperate with me at a time like this? Aren't you afraid of being targeted by those peak bloodline races?"

"I am a lord of the myriad races, shielded by the rules established by the Supreme Will, and I possess formidable strength myself, which is why I do not fear their hostility."

"You are merely a divine lord with the strength of a primary god-kingdom tier lord, possessing neither the protection of the Supreme Will's rules nor a True God presiding over your realm. Are you not afraid of death?"

Collier’s expression shifted subtly, and after a heartbeat or two of silence, a sudden laugh escaped his lips.

Zhou Zhou watched him laugh with a serene composure, offering no reaction whatsoever.

Perhaps even Collier felt the awkwardness of his own laughter, for it soon withered away, replaced by an air of lofty pride.

"Your Eminence, Common People's Emperor, you well know that our Behemoth race once commanded a history of unparalleled glory, an age when even the insufferably arrogant dragons had to bow their heads before us!"

"But a subsequent, interminable war not only decimated our domain, it also broke the very laws of lineage ascension that defined our race!"

As Collier spoke to this point, he could not help but gnash his teeth in bitter resentment.

"And now, across the vast expanse of the Behemoth race, I am the sole survivor possessing the strength of a primary divine-kingdom tier lord—a status I carved out entirely with my own hands."

"To think that in our prime, our Behemoth race boasted several factions among the overlord-tier lords!"

He paused here, fixing Zhou Zhou with a burning gaze that smoldered with a frightening mixture of ambition and hubris.

"I am now the solitary master of the divine kingdom within the Behemoth race, and its most formidable founding sovereign!"

"I'm willing to take a risk!"

"I can wager everything I have on you—on seeing you overturn those elite bloodlines that have ruled supreme since the chaos fell!"

"Let those arrogant ones see that newcomers can step on their shoulders and rise to the top!!!"

Zhou Zhou stared at him in surprise.

The fire of ambition blazing in his eyes was not feigned.

This god of the barbarian race didn't just want to restore the glory of his people's past—he wanted to surpass even the peak of the barbarian race, to reach a new height!

Even if the cost of failure was everything he possessed, and the entire barbarian lineage!

He would not hesitate.

Zhou Zhou was stunned.

Colir and Elisar were utterly opposite extremes!

The former is willing to sacrifice everything for his own ambition!

The latter is willing to sacrifice himself for the empire!

Perhaps this is the boldness of a founding sovereign.

I must say.

Without commenting on the morality of such behavior, Zhou Zhou quite admires the existence of such ambition and boldness.

However...

"Just by a few words, you expect me to take you in?"

"Your offering does not tempt me."