Chapter 1417: Corpse God! The Chaos Dragon in Tears!

Chapter 1417: The God of Corpses! The Chaotic Loom, Tearing Up with Old Tears!

Seeing before them the unaltered Zhou Zhan and the unchanged surroundings, neither of them showed any surprise.

They had no time to feel their own transformations, and immediately bowed with deep respect:

"Source/Emperor, we bow before our master!"

As leaders of the slave race, it was entirely fitting to address Zhou Zhou as master.

Zhou Zhan nodded slightly, his face bearing a faint smile.

Such speed in assuming their roles—these two are indeed quick.

Yet he quickly shook his head:

"You remain as others do—call me Emperor, not Master."

"Enough."

"Feel your own being, adjust to this new divine form."

The Source and the Emperor nodded, then began to sense their own corpse god bodies.

Then.

A wry, bitter smile crept across their faces.

They could feel now that their divine forms were utterly pure.

What did that mean?

That within their current divine bodies, there was no power of law, no divine soul force, no will, not even divine energy.

They could no longer perceive the fundamental laws of existence—something so basic and simple for any deity.

Even thought itself had ceased to be a soul's function. Instead, it was the powerful, primal instincts of this corpse body that were now driving cognition.

All they possessed now was this pure, formidable corpse form—themselves, entirely and unadorned.

This corpse's power even surpasses the so-called "Heavenly Curse Divine Body" of the Heavenly Curse Beast, once hailed as the first among divine forms!

If they were to assess their current combat strength, they could confidently affirm that, despite having once wielded the power of laws, divine souls, will, divine energy, or even external forces—none of these combined could rival their present state. They now surpass their former selves, capable of outmatching their past incarnations.

Yet, despite this, they still cannot feel joy. Instead, a faint sense of sorrow stirs within them.

The Corpse God.

On one hand, one might say He transcends all realms, existing beyond the bounds of all laws. On the other, one might say He is indifferent to the world, unfeeling, unloving.

Now, to other ordinary deities, they appear not merely as beings of unimaginable strength—but almost nothing more than inanimate matter.

But at least we still exist, don't we?

They comforted themselves with that thought.

Then, respectfully, addressed Zhou Zhan:

"Your Majesty."

"We now feel our bodies have reached an unprecedented strength, even surpassing the famed being of the Heavenly Curse Beast, who was said to be the strongest in physical form among the gods."

"But aside from our bodies, we have no other means left."

"That's fine. From now on, follow me."

"However, you must return to your own clans immediately, as I previously ordered, and collect the resources from within your tribes at the fastest possible speed, bringing them to me. Understood?"

Zhou Zhan spoke calmly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two deities bowed respectfully.

Zhou Zhan nodded, then turned to Yuan and said:

"Yuan, the Supreme Will has once again granted the Emperor one hundred million divine beings, ten thousand true deities, and one hundred master deities' spots in the Ultimate Void Battlefield."

"Once again, it is up to you to select and contact these divine beings. By tomorrow, I shall see them appear on the Ultimate Void Battlefield."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yuan felt a deep sense of envy within, yet on the surface, he remained respectful.

Zhou Zhan nodded, then summoned Bai Yun, Fei Luo, Ying Ning, and Ying Ning's father—Chun Tu Zong.

Soon enough.

The four deities arrived in the air.

"Your Majesty, we are at your service."

The Four Deities bowed respectfully.

Zhou Zhan turned to Bai Yun.

"Bai Yun, prepare yourself. Shortly, you will lead the selected deities previously assembled for the Ultimate Void Battlefield—prepare to accompany me as I journey to the Ultimate Void Battlefield."

"Your Majesty, are you really so urgent?"

Bai Yun was startled.

Here, the war had just ended, and the battlefield had not even been cleared.

"The Supreme Will has urged us twice now. If we do not move swiftly, we are showing disrespect to the Supreme Will. Moreover... I suspect that the Lord of a Hundred Evils is waiting for us to arrive at the Ultimate Void Battlefield. Perhaps he is even already awaiting us. We cannot fail to honor his good intentions."

Zhou Zhan smiled faintly.

As fellow candidates for Supreme Lords, he was genuinely eager to meet the Lord of a Hundred Evils.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

"I will prepare immediately."

Bai Yun also realized the gravity of the situation, never having expected the Supreme Will itself to personally urge action—this truly couldn't be delayed any longer.

"Go."

Zhou Zhan nodded.

Bai Yun bowed respectfully and then turned to summon the deities.

"Fei Luo."

As Bai Yun departed, Zhou Zhan's gaze settled upon Fei Luo.

"Present," Fei Luo replied respectfully.

Now, having received the lineage of the Supreme God of the Heavenly Blade, Fei Luo had grown more grounded and natural—his entire presence seemed devoid of any trace of sharpness or edge. To an observer unfamiliar with his true nature, he would appear entirely unassuming, utterly incapable of imagining that such a man had achieved the status of a Supreme Deity through mastery of the art of the blade.

Looking at Feng Luo, Zhou Zhan recalled the quiet, silent celestial blade Supreme God puppet.

Their essences now seemed strangely aligned.

"Apparently, your integration with the lineage of the Celestial Blade Supreme God is quite seamless."

Zhou Zhan smiled faintly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your gracious gift."

"The Dao of the Celestial Blade Supreme God is indeed perfectly suited to me. Even on the very night I received its inheritance, I had already begun to grasp its fundamentals."

Feng Luo said.

Zhou Zhan paused, murmuring in astonishment.

Ying Ning and Chuanhun's Shadow looked on with envy.

That was a lineage of Supreme God caliber—specifically, the most elite among them.

Who could not envy it?

Even at the peak of the Chaotic Human Clan's power, such a lineage was exceedingly rare—nearly accessible only to the Clan Leader and the highest-ranking Elders.

"Correct."

Zhou Zhan began with a word of praise, then continued:

"Shortly, I and Bai Yun will journey to the Ultimate Void Battlefield. From then on, the Sunbeam Legion shall be under your temporary command. While we are engaged in battle in the Ultimate Void Battlefield, do not cease your own conquests here."

"I hope when we return, the Sunbeam Divine Realm has already ascended to a High Divine Realm."

"Do not let me and Bai Yun down."

"Your Majesty, I shall not fail in this trust!"

Feng Luo spoke solemnly.

To have the Emperor entrust such a great responsibility to oneself—what a measure of trust!

I must never fail to meet the expectations of the Emperor.

Otherwise, even death would be but a trivial price.

Zhou Zhan nodded.

He was naturally at ease.

After all, even if he ventured into the ultimate void battlefield, the Praja Sun Empire still had other duplicates and its original essence safeguarding the realm.

With them present, nothing disastrous would happen.

The words I spoke were merely meant to inspire Feng Luo.

After all, I genuinely admired him, and I had intentions of nurturing him.

Finally,

Zhou Zhan’s gaze settled upon Ying Ning and Chao Hong’s Shadow.

"Yingning, the Chaos Fog."

Zhou Zhan said, "Now that the Chaotic Beast Clan has utterly faded, and the Chaos Sea is entirely under my control,"

"Let it remain as the homeland of the Chaotic Human Clan from now on."

"You shall continue to manage this place."

"I hope that upon your return to the Chaos Sea, you will revive the glory of the Chaotic Human Clan's peak era."

"Your Majesty!"

"You are truly the savior of our Chaotic Human Clan!"

Upon hearing Zhou Zhan's words, the Chaos Fog could not help but weep bitterly, tears streaming down his face.