Chapter 1400: Commence Battle!

Chapter 1400: War has begun!

"Yes!!"

The warriors and spirits of the Prajaya Divine Realm roared in unison.

They gazed upon the thousand-jing army of their enemies, their faces devoid of fear.

The enemy's forces and spiritual beings were indeed several, even ten times, greater in number than theirs.

But so what?

They believed, under the guidance of their sovereign, that even if the enemy's numbers were hundreds or thousands of times greater, they would still secure victory!

This belief and arrogance made no logical sense.

Yet it revealed how profoundly the soldiers of the Prajaya Divine Realm trusted Zhou Zhou.

Though currently, within Zhou Zhou's divine realm, there was still emptiness—no deceased Qijing practitioners had ascended to the heavens.

But that was because His believers were all among mortals!

Now, the Sun God's Realm was nearly as magnificent as Zhou Zhou's earthly divine kingdom!

"Kill!"

Bai Yun said no more words, roared once, and surged forward first, charging headlong into the vast armies of the three top-bloodline races and their tens of thousands of elite offshoot species.

This bold, fearless act by a woman—equal in spirit to any man—immediately stirred awe and reverence in countless soldiers and deities.

Yet immediately thereafter, their charge grew even more fearless, more relentless.

With a regimental commander valiantly leading the front lines, how could they retreat? How could they even think of retreating?

Time seemed to slow.

In an instant, the two mighty forces collided.

Battle erupted instantly!

Both sides clashed fiercely, their bodies blazing with blood and fury—within moments, hundreds of millions perished, and countless legions bore wounds, light or severe.

Meanwhile,

Zhou Zhan raised his right hand and activated the Universal Sovereign of Spirits.

In an instant, an invisible ripple spread outward from the center of his palm, radiating in all directions.

The next second,

a line of text appeared:

[Lord's Talent Prompt: Your Mythic-Level, Unique Lord's Talent—Universal Sovereign of Spirits—has failed to activate due to influence from an unknown artifact.]

Upon seeing this message, Zhou Zhan's brow twitched slightly before settling back into calm.

If the other side had already anticipated his technique, then their preparation before arriving was entirely logical.

Thus, all that remained was to use his old method: locate the item disrupting his activation, and then, with the Mind Thief, steal it away.

But under the current circumstances, on the battlefield there were over a thousand chief deities, more than thirty million true deities, two billion spirits, and an army of thousands of jing.

No one knew where among the three top-bloodline races that thing might be hidden.

It could very well be concealed within a humble subordinate race, a common soldier of obscurity.

In such a situation, relying solely on intuition to search one by one was utterly impractical.

Fortunately, Zhou Zhan could access a special advantage.

With a flip of his right hand, he saw Bodhi Master appear in his grasp.

"Bodhi Master, where exactly is the object that affects my use of the Universal Spirit Sage's power among these three bloodline races?"

Zhou Zhan asked directly.

"An ordinary question-solving opportunity,"

Bodhi Master replied lazily.

"Used it."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhan simply replied with unreserved clarity.

He even felt a bit surprised.

Was this problem really that cheap? Could it truly be that no formal inquiry was needed?

"The method the other side uses to influence you stems from a supreme divine artifact known as the 'Unintentional Universal Mirror.' This artifact is akin to the divine bones of the Soul Emperor, capable of resisting any psychological manipulation from the Supreme Deity and below."

"It originates from the Primordial Spirit Clan and is currently housed within the ancestral homeland of that clan."

"Hmph."

"My lord, it seems your techniques have been thoroughly studied."

Indeed, it was placed right within the ancestral homeland of the Primordial Spirit Clan.

Zhou Zhan was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

Then he heard the words of Bodhi Master.

"A mere Universal Spirit Sage—useless if not needed, still far from being fully understood."

"My methods are numerous."

Zhou Zhan spoke calmly.

Ultimately, a Universal Spirit Sage was merely a technique at the level of a primary god.

It merely appeared more powerful because it originated from the Lord's Law.

But now Zhou Zhou possessed techniques even at the highest god level, so he naturally didn't care much about a few primary-level lord talents failing.

"Fine."

"Useless? Then so be it."

"I'm heading straight to the Ultimate Void Battlefield today. Let my soldiers conquer and eliminate the divine spirits of the three top-bloodline races and their vassal tribes, to gain a massive boost in strength."

"This way, I can feel a bit more at ease before I go."

Zhou Zhan murmured to himself.

Bodhi, observing his calm and self-assured demeanor, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

This guy.

As he grew stronger, he now effortlessly faced most dangers.

No longer the rookie commander who used to panic and ask himself questions in every crisis.

He's grown so fast.

Maybe this one truly can outmatch those three elite reserve supreme commanders and become a true Supreme Commander himself!

Bodhi thought with a quiet sense of admiration.

……

On the battlefield.

At the very outset of the conflict, the three top-bloodline races, boasting ten times the military strength of the Jiaoyang Divine Nation, found themselves in an absolute disadvantage on the field.

The leaders of the three premier bloodline races, along with some elite subordinate races not directly involved in the battle, watched in silence—then, their faces broke into smiles.

But then—

Something seemed to strike them. Their expressions shifted, flickering with astonishment.

“What… what is this?”

“How can it be that the soldiers and divine beings of the Jiaoyang Divine Nation are like unyielding stones—so impenetrable?”

“Our forces have ten times the numbers of theirs, and with such overwhelming strength, we’ve launched a full-scale assault—yet nothing has worked! The soldiers and divine beings of the Jiaoyang Nation have barely suffered losses, while our own forces are being decimated!”

“Are every single soldier and divine being of the Jiaoyang Divine Nation blessed by celestial gods?”

……

All these race leaders were left utterly bewildered.

Their minds flooded with confusion and doubt.

This did not align with what they had anticipated!

Yet on the battlefield,

one could see the 210 billion troops of the Solar Glory Dominion, over 200 million divine beings, 33,000 true gods, and 129 master gods, firmly entrenched in a single position. At the outermost perimeter stood the highest-tier military units—the Supreme Divine Armies—defending against attacks from every direction. Behind them, the Supreme Divine Magi unleashed a cascade of sacred divine arts, devastating any enemy that dared breach their lines.

Simultaneously, one by one, cosmic warships shot forth from the central Eternal Mother Ship, joining forces with the Mechanical Angels and deploying a myriad of advanced technologies to counter the enemy’s fleet assaults.

Beside the Eternal Mother Ship, another vessel—the Life Ark—hovered, its decks bustling with divine clerics. From it, countless holy personnel emerged, tending to the wounded and resurrecting fallen soldiers and divine beings of the Solar Glory Dominion.

The battle was nothing short of ferocious.

Yet amidst such fierce combat, the vigilant deities soon noticed something astonishing: the warriors and divine spirits of the three apex bloodline races had already fallen or been wounded—over fifty thousand million divine soldiers.

Yet the troops of the Prajyā Divine Realm had suffered no more than two thousand million casualties!

And even those two thousand million—under the swift healing and resurrection by the Life Ark’s divine personnel—quickly regained full strength and surged back into battle.

In no time at all, these barely two thousand million fallen soldiers would likely be resurrected and once again thrust into the fray.

Most astonishing of all: at this very moment, they possessed not even the innate ability to resurrect themselves.

It was clear they were utterly in control of the battlefield, unbothered, unafraid, devoid of any tension or despair.

Witnessing this, the deities of the Prajyā Divine Realm had long grown accustomed to it.

Was it not just death?

They had long since grown accustomed to death!

Yet the leaders of the three top-bloodline races stared, utterly bewildered.

They had long ago studied the records and knew that the soldiers and deities of the Prairial Godrealm possessed the ability to resurrect.

But they had never imagined it could be this absurd.

Were they saying—everyone was resurrected?

They had assumed only partial resurrection was possible, and that each resurrection came with a significant cost.

Now it seemed the enemy could resurrect all their forces, and apparently, with no great toll at all.

"Their army composition is wrong!"

"Completely different from what we previously understood!"

At that very moment—

Yuan noticed something was wrong, pointing at the soldiers of the Jiaoyang Divine Nation.