Chapter 1192: The Prayer and Sacred Ceremony of the Behemoth Clan! The Old Golden Lion!

Chapter 1192: The Sacred Rite of the Brontosaurus Clan! The Golden Lion Elder!

Yes, that's exactly what he accepted.

As for what He said about cooperation?

"Only when the families are matched in status can cooperation be discussed."

He now possesses the strength of a lord worthy of alliance with high-tier divine nation forces.

How could a newly established, low-tier divine nation force dare to claim cooperation with him?

Did He intend to make him suffer poverty?

Colir also sensed Zhou Zhou's meaning, and instantly felt a deep sense of humiliation.

As the sole sovereign ruler of the Brontosaurus clan, he now sought cooperation with a human lord—only to be rejected on the grounds that he was deemed unworthy?

Colir took a deep breath.

The sensation was swiftly cast aside.

The other's master-level combat prowess, combined with the forces of a high-tier divine realm lord, truly warranted their superiority over himself.

"Lord,"

Colir suddenly knelt on one knee, bowing with solemn reverence, "I willingly offer my entire Colir Dwarf Divine Realm to join the Yangyang Empire, becoming your vassal realm!"

Zhou Zhou froze.

He even felt as if he had misheard.

"Say that again?"

He frowned.

"I, Colir, willingly offer my entire Colir Dwarf Divine Realm to join the Yangyang Empire, becoming your vassal realm!"

Colir spoke with a more resolute tone.

Zhou Zhou’s outward expression remained unchanged, yet within, a profound tremor stirred.

Could a divine realm become a vassal state of an empire?

Such a thing—He had never heard of it, never even imagined it.

Since the fall of the Chaotic Will, noble lords from myriad races have risen one by one, and never before had such a thing occurred.

If Colir truly did it, he would be the first in history to do so!

He might be etched into the disgraceful annals of time!

Of course, there was also the possibility that he would achieve immortality in the annals of eternity!

As Zhou Zhou pondered this, Colir, mistaking his hesitation, clenched his teeth and placed a square black stone slab into his hands. Carved upon its surface were ancient, intricate glyphs—precisely the script of the Bimont race.

"Lord, this is the most precious treasure and essence of our Bimont people today. To express my sincerity, I offer this artifact to you!"

Colir bit his words.

Handing this treasure over to the other party meant entrusting the future of their entire orcish lineage to them.

Even Colir, the most ambitious of men, could not help but feel a tremor of doubt within his heart.

Zhou Zhou said nothing, merely taking the square black stone slab from the other and examining it closely.

The orcish script etched upon it—though to Him, who bore the bloodlines of multiple apex races—was nothing more than a mere flicker of familiarity. He read it effortlessly, his gaze instantly grasping the meaning.

After reading it, He stared at Colir with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the very core of his being.

"You said the method by which our orcish bloodline ascends has failed," He asked. "Then what is this?"

What was inscribed upon the black stone was nothing less than the very method of bloodline ascension for the orcish people.

Known as the "Sacred Rite," it required a sacred elixir, combined with an ancient ritual of sacrifice. Together, they could elevate an orc’s bloodline.

What was even more astonishing was that this rite proved effective even upon golden orcs—granting a 20% chance of a golden orc ascending to a crystal orc, and even if the ritual failed, the orc would not face death, only temporary, grievous injury.

Its only flaw might be that the materials for the Saint's Elixir are both costly and scarce.

But this is a matter of the Beasts of the Divine Realm, not of the Saint's Elixir itself.

Without exaggeration, as long as the Beasts of the Divine Realm steadily and quietly cultivate, relying on this Sanctified Rite, they will eventually reclaim the glory of their ancestors.

Colir gave me this very essence of our race. If I were to reveal it, and if all the other races then targeted our people based on this rite, there would be no chance at all for the Beasts of the Divine Realm to rise again.

How audacious is this Colir!

"Once our method of ascension became obsolete, our people fell into decline. Yet we never abandoned the search for a new path to ascension."

"This Sanctified Rite was won by our countless ancestors through blood, sweat, and accumulated wisdom."

Colir said.

Zhou Zhou nodded.

Then, he fell silent.

Collier grew somewhat anxious upon seeing this.

Could it be that despite sacrificing so much, he still possessed no means to move the other man's heart?

Yet fortunately, Zhou Zhou broke the silence before long.

"My Blazing Sun Empire is currently nothing more than an intermediate empire, and remains incapable of accepting a primary divine kingdom as a subordinate state."

"If you can find a way, go and procure a True God-tier master-subordinate territory contract, then come find me again."

Having spoken, Zhou Zhou did not wait for his counterpart's reaction; his divine body vanished on the spot.

Collier froze in astonishment, and then a wild ecstasy erupted within him.

Wasting no further time, he immediately teleported away and vanished from sight.

At the same time.

The Solar God Union, the Solar God Court, the Heavenly God Department, the Sacred Artifact Association, the Forging Ground—Xuan Tian Sacred Fire Continent.

Olofa stood behind an old man clad in golden robes, his hair golden and wild, his expression deeply respectful.

"Olofa, you haven't practiced your forging arts at all—what are you doing here?"

the elder asked.

"Master, I've come to bid you farewell."

Olofa bowed his head. "My granddaughter and my disciple have both ascended to become Sacred Artifact Forgers. As per my agreement with the Celestial Emperor, I must take them back to the Sun's Empire to continue serving the Celestial Emperor."

"Such a trivial matter, and yet you come to me? Hah, little one—aren't you hiding something else from me?"

Olofa was known as 'the little one,' and though he was not offended, a warm smile spread across his face. Then, as a thought struck him, his expression dimmed slightly.

"My disciple's little thoughts—indeed, they never escape your notice, Master. I would like to ask: do I still have a chance to ascend to the rank of Creator of Sacred Artifacts?"

As he spoke, deep yearning and longing shimmered in his eyes.

The Ancestor of Artifact Creation!

It was the Chief-God level advancement class for a divine artifact blacksmith!

An artifact creator of this caliber had already shattered the limits of the laws governing divine weapons, forging a path of laws entirely their own, and could even bestow new artifact laws upon the world, fully deserving the title of a venerated master—hence, they were called the Ancestor of Artifact Creation!

This was also the dream that Orlofa had been pursuing for his entire life!

"The Master of Artifact Creation—no, it is impossible for you."

The elder rejected the notion outright.

"What exactly am I lacking?"

Orlofa could not help but ask.

The elder turned his head, revealing the sacred countenance of a golden lion.

His gaze, majestic yet filled with pity, looked down upon Orlofa.

"Apprentice."

"Set it down."

"What you care for has become the chain binding you."

He spoke.

Olofa stood stunned, motionless, for a long while.

Then, silence fell—deep and heavy—before he finally bowed low to the old lion, and turned and departed.

The old lion watched him go, his lips curling slightly, then turned his gaze toward the horizon, as if he could see where Olofa was bound for.

"Divine King of Heavenly Punishment."

"Emperor of the People's Will."

"Master of the Writings of Spring and Autumn."

"Master of a Hundred Evil Deities."

"This multiverse... truly is becoming more fascinating every day."

At the same time.

The Capital of Prideful Sun.

Zhou Zhou was just about to begin resurrecting the remains of Nataya.

Suddenly, however,

a series of textual prompts appeared before Him.

[The "Master of the Race" event introduction and rules are now being announced...]