Chapter 1362: The Emperor's Words Are Law!

Chapter 1362: You Have No Playful Words!

"The Great Race of Clan Lords..."

"When did the Supreme Will grow so eager for swift results?"

"Has the conflict between the Supreme Will and the Crimson Sovereign intensified? Or has the war against the Illusory Clan taken a more dire turn?"

He murmured to himself.

"It's probably both."

Zhou Zhan spoke. "From what I've heard, the Supreme Will initiated this Great Race of Clan Lords because it could not withstand the incursions of the Crimson Sovereign."

"I've also heard of the Illusory Clan's invasion."

"Yellow Springs has already fallen into the hands of the Illusory Clan. The Will of Yellow Springs perished while defending it."

The moment those words were spoken—

Zhou Zhan suddenly felt his divine body grow cold.

With his current divine form—a supreme holy body ranked only beneath the Supreme God—he should have been immune to such sensations. Yet, he could feel the cold. It was an utterly rare, even impossible occurrence.

And yet, he did feel it.

Not just the cold of his body, but the cold of his divine soul.

Even the cold seeping into his will.

He looked up.

And there, in the eyes of the Soul Emperor, he saw a sudden, chilling gaze—so cold it bordered on terrifying.

"What did you say?"

"The Will of the Yellow Springs... what has happened to her?"

His voice was low and grave, asking.

Zhou Zhan stiffened, paused for several seconds, then replied:

"The Will of Yellow Springs has perished."

"Yellow Springs has been utterly seized by the Clan of Delusion."

"Currently, the souls of the myriad realms still drift without a resting place."

"It is said that the Supreme Will intends to temporarily establish a new cycle realm, to allow the souls of the myriad realms to pass into the next life smoothly."

The Spirit Emperor closed his eyes, then smiled gently.

"Delusion! Delusion! Delusion!"

His voice was deep, echoing like a demon from the abyss roaring.

Sha!

His silhouette vanished instantly.

Zhou Zhan saw this and suddenly remembered something.

This Spirit Heavenly Emperor had indeed been killed by a hidden ambush from the Void-False Clan during their struggle against them—only his bones had been retrieved.

And before his death, this master had already earned the reputation of the Cycle Emperor, and had begun gradually handling matters concerning the highest cosmic cycles. Given his status and authority, his connections with the Underworld and the Yellow River Realm must be profoundly deep. Perhaps even a harmonious relationship existed between him and the wills of both the Underworld and the Yellow River Realm.

"This truly is a mix of old grudges and new ones..."

Zhou Zhan murmured, then slightly furrowed his brow, whispering:

"Yet the Void-False Clan possesses a mysterious and formidable strength. The Spirit Heavenly Emperor has just been resurrected. If they were to face off directly, would the Spirit Heavenly Emperor be in danger?"

Though they had only just met, Zhou Zhan had developed a growing sense of respect for him—his actions and demeanor had left a lasting impression. So, he genuinely didn’t want to see the other harmed.

But then, after a moment’s thought, his brow relaxed.

No one who had ascended to the rank of Supreme God would be foolish or impulsive.

There was no need for him to worry excessively about it himself.

Then He turned his gaze toward the direction of the alien alliance.

And there, amidst the remaining thirty or forty jing of troops, thirty or forty million spirits, forty-five thousand true gods, and over twenty sovereign deities—after the departure of Hún Tiān Dìzūn—they had not moved an inch. They remained, trembling and frozen in place.

Zhou Zhan exhaled a short, scornful sound, and for a moment, he felt a quiet envy.

This was the terrifying power of the Supreme Deity.

Even after leaving, their presence still cast a shadow over the enemies.

At that very moment,

Primordial Sovereign—Yuán—finally regained consciousness.

He glanced cautiously at Zhou Zhan, hesitated for a brief moment, then drew forth a scroll of Supreme Deity rank, glowing with five-colored light. Without a second thought, he opened it, and the shimmering hues flashed across the heavens in a single instant. The next moment, every army brought by the Primordial Spirit Clans vanished completely.

The Chaos Clan and the Herd Deity Clan, upon seeing this, each employed their own means and swiftly removed their entire forces.

Thus.

Under this vast expanse of stars, only four great armies remain: the Dragon Clan, the Elemental Clan, the Qi Clan, and the Leviathan.

Together, the combined numbers of these four armies amount to merely ten ying soldiers, sixty million deities, over eight thousand true gods, and six supreme deities.

When their clan leaders saw that the three elder brothers had fled first, they were utterly stunned.

"How could they have fled?! Didn't the Hún Tian Emperor already depart? Now, while the Cāngshēng Emperor hasn't reacted yet, this is the perfect moment to strike him down!"

"Are you mad?! The Cāngshēng Emperor clearly has a close relationship with the Hún Tian Emperor. If you attack him now, won't the Hún Tian Emperor have the chance to retaliate at will?!"

"Can the Supreme God—whose will is supreme—possibly intervene in the war among the ten thousand clan lords?"

"He is indeed a Supreme God, no doubt. But he is a newly resurrected Supreme God, and the future holds the potential for him to ascend to the level of Will. Such an entity, even the Supreme Will itself, might afford him a measure of leniency."

"So what do we do now?"

"What else can we do? Run!"

With a few words among the leaders of the great races, retreat was decided.

Without a moment's hesitation, they immediately drew forth their supreme god-tier relics, preparing to leave.

The main god-tier relics, however, were out of the question.

With Zhou Zhan and Zhou Wu's two top-tier main god combat powers, they could effortlessly disrupt the effects of any such relics, halting their escape.

Yet, as they activated their supreme god-tier artifacts, they were stunned to find that none of them functioned at all.

They looked up.

And there, in the starry expanse of their cosmos, a phantom nine-tier tower had appeared—without any prior warning.

This nine-tier tower enveloped hundreds of square light-years of sky, sealing off space itself and trapping them here.

"What is this..."

"Supreme god-tier relics?!"

"And at the very least, it's a divine artifact of at least second-order!"

...

They could not believe it.

At that very moment,

They turned their gaze toward the exact upper region of the Eternal Mother Ship.

There, Zhou Zhan was gently holding a real, slowly rotating nine-tiered tower, smiling calmly at them.

"Want to run?"

Zhou Zhan smiled lightly, "Have you asked about my third-order divine artifact—the Nine Sages' Prison Tower?"

...

Meanwhile.

In the heart of the sun-drenched capital.

"Your Majesty, would it be enough if I lend you only five of the Supreme Divine artifacts?"

Tres hesitated, then said, "Your Majesty, since the crisis of the founding war has passed, I still believe it would be wiser to return those Supreme Divine artifacts to you. They are too precious."

"Yes, we too would return them to you. These Supreme Divine artifacts—there are more of them than all the ones we ourselves possess."

"We don't need so many Supreme Divine artifacts, Your Majesty. It is your own avatars who frequently wander beyond the realm, and they are truly the ones who need these artifacts most."

Tortbolis and the other three Primordial Deities spoke in unison.

Zhou Zhou, having already seen Zhou Zhan and Zhou Wu successfully ensnare the fleeing factions, smiled faintly. Then he heard the words from Tres and his companions.

He turned his gaze upon them.

"You do not think, perhaps, that I bestowed these Supreme Divine artifacts upon you merely to weather this crisis and then reclaim them later, do you?"

"We have no such thought."

Tries shook his head hurriedly.

Though deep within his heart he thought that, he could not say it aloud.

"Rest assured."

"The divine-tier relics I have declared to be given to you shall be yours—no longer to be reclaimed."

"And I shall never lack divine-tier relics again, nor shall I fall short of divine-tier inheritances."

Zhou Zhou's face broke into a smile.

With the channels of the mysterious trading guild, and above all, the supreme-tier, sole lord's talent—how could he possibly lack divine-tier relics in the future?

Moreover, as the sovereign of a nation, the principle of "the king has no jests" is fundamental. He would never lightly break it.

Once given, Zhou Zhou had no intention of reclaiming them.