Chapter 1268: Reincarnation Island! Ten Thousand Races Alliance! Fate Card Meeting!

Chapter 1268: The Cycle Island! The Universal Alliance! The Fate Card Assembly!

Zhou Zhou gazed at this character and suddenly felt an incomprehensibly profound sense of law emanating from it.

And it was the Law of a Lord!

"Writing this character into existence—likely the result of attaining enlightenment through the 'Lord's Law of Commerce.'"

The essence of a Lord's Law lies in dominion.

Yet dominion manifests in countless forms.

There is a deity who governs the minds, becoming the Master of Minds!

There is a deity who controls the myriad fires, becoming the Supreme Flame Emperor!

There is a deity who rules over all living beings, becoming the Sovereign of the People!

There exists a divine entity commanding all laws, becoming the Supreme God of All Laws.

And before him, the being who has inscribed this character "Shang"—clearly, has forged the sovereign law of the Shang Way, ascending as the Lord of Commerce!

Whether it is innate or acquired, Zhou Zhou faintly senses it to be post-natural.

Perhaps it stems from the instinct of a being born as a sovereign of the primordial realm.

"The Shang Guild indeed possesses formidable depth."

"Behind it stands a Supreme God who governs by the laws of a Lord."

"Perhaps even an existence of willful magnitude."

Zhou Zhou mused.

As for the Master God?

Impossible.

The mastermind behind such a vast commerce syndicate—how could their power merely be that of a main god? Only greater strength could possibly explain it.

At that moment,

two purple-robed elven maids standing before the skyscraper approached.

"May we greet the Lord, sir?"

"Today, our enigmatic commercial hall hosts its 156th enigmatic auction."

"Would the Lord care to present his enigmatic invitation?"

"Only those possessing the invitation may enter the enigmatic hall and take part in this year's enigmatic auction."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhou handed over the enigmatic invitation he had received from Zheng Fugui.

The invitation was entirely deep purple, with three intricate black patterns etched at the very top.

These two purple-robed elven maids glanced at the three black patterns and their faces subtly tightened.

"Invitation of Black Rank, Level Three?"

One of them murmured instinctively.

"What is an Invitation of Black Rank, Level Three?"

Zhou Zhou asked curiously.

At this, the two maids exchanged a glance, hesitated slightly, and then spoke with ever-greater reverence:

"...Esteemed guest, 'Black Rank' refers to the type of faction most closely aligned with our enigmatic merchant syndicate.

As for 'Level Three,' it denotes a hierarchy of importance among all such closely allied factions.

Thus, members of a Black Rank, Level Three faction—such as yourself—are already considered among the most vital and deserving of our utmost attention by our syndicate members."

"Among the infinite realms, a black-tier third-level faction has already reached the status of a dominant master faction."

"If one enters a mysterious trade guild branch, a branch chief must personally receive them."

"If the mysterious trade guild hosts any special events, they must notify a faction like yours immediately."

"Moreover, there are countless other benefits, both large and small."

As he spoke these words,

the purple-robed elf servant standing on his left side specially produced a small booklet and handed it to Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou took it, began to flip through it, and with each page, the astonishment in his eyes grew deeper.

He hadn't expected the invitation letter given to him by Zheng Fugui to carry such weight.

"Now that I haven't even established a divine realm, has the Mysterious Trade Guild already regarded my faction as a master-level faction?"

Zhou Zhou was filled with wonder.

But then he reconsidered, and found that the mysterious trading guild's assessment was indeed quite accurate.

His current power level, surely, surpassed that of most high-tier divine realm master factions.

Though he had not yet personally encountered any master-level faction leaders, he could only assume that any gap would be minimal.

So, what was the true rating of his own Jiaoyang Empire? Wasn't it merely a slightly weaker master-level faction?

"Such sharp insight."

Zhou Zhou maintained his composure, gazing steadily at the small booklet in his hands.

Inside, however, a profound sense of respect stirred.

Though this was merely a minor matter, it already revealed the remarkable depth and strength of the mysterious trading guild.

"If you classify me as a black-tier level three faction, then there must also be black-tier level two and level one factions, correct?"

"Could you elaborate on them?"

After reading through the contents of the pamphlet, Zhou Zhou returned it to the other person, smiling and asking curiously.

A dominion-level lord faction, considered one of the most elite lord factions across the multiverse, could only rank at third tier.

This intrigued Him—what kind of faction ranked ahead of Him?

Upon hearing Zhou Zhou's question, the purple-robed elven maid servant immediately replied with respectful deference:

"Given your authority, you are entitled to know this information."

"Black-tier, second-level factions generally refer to those with some connection to the Supreme Deity, or possessing methods on par with the Supreme Deity's own."

"Among them, the most renowned are the Three Supreme Bloodline Noble Clans—the Primordial Spirit Race, the Shepherd Deity Clan, and the Chaos Deity Clan."

"As for Black-tier, first-level factions, these are those directly protected by the Supreme Deity themselves."

"Examples include the Cycle Island, the Multinational Alliance, and the Fate Card Society."

Zhou Zhou nodded thoughtfully.

These three powers each possess a certain understanding rooted in their bloodline inheritances.

Behind the Wheel of Life Island stands a Supreme God of Cycles—the Wheel of Life Island itself being a premier organization dedicated to cultivating the strongest of beings.

It dispatches trial candidates known as "Cyclers" across the myriad realms, allowing these Cyclers to plunder resources from the various worlds in order to grow stronger.

The stronger the Cyclers become, the stronger the Wheel of Life Island grows.

Over countless ages, the Wheel of Life Island has evolved into a colossal organization housing countless powerful individuals—and continues to grow stronger with every passing year.

The Multinational Alliance is ruled by a mysterious force known as the Supreme God of a Hundred Emperors.

Originally, the Alliance was formed by weak races who sought to escape exploitation and oppression by more powerful ones—coming together in solidarity.

As time passed, the number of small races it absorbed grew, its influence expanded, and eventually, it became a top-tier organization.

Then came the arrival of the Supreme God of a Hundred Emperors—the addition of such a supreme combatant instantly elevated the Multinational Alliance, transforming it into a superpower on par with the Wheel of Life Island.

And due to its foundation built upon countless minor species, the Universal Alliance even holds a stronger reputation across the myriad realms than the Cycle Island.

As for the Deck of Fate, it was personally founded by one of the Four Supreme Deities—the Supreme Deity of Fate itself!

The Deck of Fate is shrouded in mystery, said to gather within its ranks a group of beings who call themselves "Fate Players."

They derive pleasure from manipulating the destinies of sentient beings across the multiverse, delighting in their own power.

Some deities refer to them as the "[Fate Madmen]."

Since the Fate Players largely operate behind the scenes, their interventions remain profoundly concealed, leaving the powers of all realms largely unaware of this organization and its members.

Even Zhou Zhou, possessing numerous ancestral lineages, knows little about the Deck of Fate.

"Sir, the mysterious auction is about to begin. Shall we take our seats now?"

The purple-robed elf servant spoke.

"Very well."

Zhou Zhou came back to himself, nodding.

"Follow me," the purple-robed attendant smiled, and then led Zhou Zhou into the enigmatic commercial complex.