Chapter 1531: Will Sacred Artifact - Formless Book! A Supreme Will Realm Existence Makes a Move!

Chapter 1531: The Instrument of Will—the Book of Formlessness! A Being of Supreme Will Intervenes!

"Roar!"

The corpse dragon roared, then transformed into a streak of blood-red divine light, charging toward Xila.

"Damn beast! You dare betray your master and attack your master?!?"

Xila was incensed, feeling deep shame.

He had ascended to a near Supreme Will state through the art of taming beasts, renowned throughout the realms for his mastery in commanding colossal creatures.

Now, before such a great threat, his very beast turned against him—what would his comrades say when he returned? How many would mock him?

With this thought, Xila snarled at the corpse dragon charging toward him:

"Scum!"

"I created you. I can also destroy you!"

"Go!"

He seized every beast-sack upon his body and flung them all toward the Corpse Dragon.

As the sacks sailed through the air, countless beasts of master god and supreme god rank burst forth, leaping from the sacks and charging directly at the Corpse Dragon.

At first glance, there were no less than thirteen supreme god-level beasts and hundreds of master god-level ones!

These mighty creatures surrounded and attacked the Corpse Dragon, instantly igniting a fierce, life-or-death battle between them.

"Give it everything you've got!"

"Kill this traitor together!"

Hira's face burned with rage. With both hands clenched in seals, he unleashed a cascade of auxiliary abilities, channeling them into the beasts he had summoned, empowering them to strike the Corpse Dragon. At the same time, he cast a series of debilitating effects upon the dragon, weakening its combat strength.

As the balance shifted, the gap between the beasts and the Corpse Dragon shrank dramatically.

Yet Hira's expression did not lighten—it only grew darker and more ominous.

Because He saw that even with his mighty beasts aiding him from the side, the Corpse Dragon's strength remained overwhelming.

Having reached the pinnacle of quasi-omnipotent will, He—though his power had been slightly diminished due to the influence of Xila—was still far beyond the reach of these beasts whose strength barely surpassed that of mortal gods and ordinary Supreme Deities.

Now, He, a single dragon, was pressing down upon thirteen Supreme Deities and over a hundred beasts of master god caliber!

A flicker of anxiety stirred within His heart.

He had already exhausted every means at his disposal, yet still could not contain this Corpse Dragon. If things continued like this, not only would the beasts he had just unleashed be slaughtered, but even He himself might not survive.

For now, He could only wait until the Wounded Ones resolved the battle at hand, then send them back to assist Him.

He turned His gaze toward the Wounded Ones, and there he saw them helplessly gazing at Zhou Zhan, who had manifested as a Nine-Five Supreme Dragon God—appearing utterly helpless, as if unable to act.

Xila stiffened, then erupted in fury: "Wounded One, what are you doing? At this moment, still hiding and concealing yourself? Where is your Book of Formlessness? Don't you dare delay—go and fight Zhou Zhan right now! If anything goes wrong on my side, don't expect me to hold back when I report to the Great Emperor of Void!"

Upon hearing this, the Wounded One's brow slightly furrowed, yet upon seeing the scene on Xila's side, He could not help but smile and shake His head.

"Xila, you often boast that your beasts are numerous, and collectively stronger than me. Yet today, you find yourself cornered by your own beasts—hah, I shall surely tell the others about your story when I return."

"Well then, let me, the infinitely compassionate one, personally rescue you."

Hira, upon hearing this, flushed crimson, yet he knew well that such a reaction was utterly shameful. The expression of helpless suffering was entirely natural—so natural, in fact, that he could not even counter the mocking laughter directed at him.

Meanwhile.

Zhou Zhan, now viewing the scene below from the perspective of the Supreme Dragon God of the Ninth Rank, observed with quiet detachment.

The defection of the Corpse Dragon was precisely as he had anticipated.

After all, although the Corpse Dragon was a powerful being at the level of near-absolute will, as long as it had not transcended the fundamental laws and reached the pinnacle of absolute will, it would inevitably be bound by the Dragon's Laws.

These were innate, inborn laws—rooted deep within the bloodlines of every dragon—unbreakable unless one shattered the very limits of the laws themselves.

Zhou Zhan’s body, the Supreme Dragon God of the Ninth Rank, was a fusion of pure-blooded dragon lineages, legendary dragon bloodlines, and even the bloodline of a Supreme Dragon God from a distant cosmic realm beyond this world. Simply in terms of mastery over the Dragon’s Laws, this body had surpassed the very boundaries of those laws.

Under such a mastery of the Dragon’s Laws, unless his opponent was a dragon at the level of Absolute Will, he would inevitably be subject to an inherent, bloodline-based suppression and a law-based domination.

Thus, the Corpse Dragon, now vastly strengthened, had simply turned around at the sound of one sentence—facing his former master, and choosing to serve him instead.

"A corpse dragon of the peak of quasi-super will realm—had it not been for my dragon law suppressing it, I suspect even my sovereign dragon god form, the ninth-five supreme, would have been wounded by it."

Zhou Zhan thought it in his heart.

Of course, if a true contest were to take place, the victory would undoubtedly belong to Him.

The invincible, unbreakable form of the Ninth-Five Sovereign Dragon God was sustained by the combined strength, divine power, divine souls, life force, and even willpower of all the divine soldiers and spirits under His command. As the description had stated, unless His entire army was annihilated or the gap in strength between Him and his opponent was so vast as to be unbridgeable, no corpse dragon standing at the apex of the quasi-super will realm could possibly defeat Him.

Zhou Zhan estimated that only a being of super will realm could possibly overcome this Ninth-Five Sovereign Dragon God.

He turned his gaze upon his divine army.

And there, he saw that his divine forces had indeed received the supreme blessing bestowed upon them when he manifested as the Ninth-Five Sovereign Dragon God.

He casually opened up the information of one of his soldiers and glanced at the entry of the supreme blessing.

[Title of Supreme Blessing: Conqueror]

[Effect of Supreme Blessing: While your soldiers engage in battle against enemies, for every 10 minutes of continuous combat, your own combat power increases by 10%, with a maximum boost of 60%. Once the Conqueror effect reaches 60%, the soldiers possessing this Supreme Blessing gain a Life Absorption ability, allowing them to continuously draw life energy from their enemies during combat, restoring damage taken. Both the Conqueror effect and the Life Absorption effect will vanish 60 minutes after disengaging from battle.]

"It's a very practical blessing."

Zhou Zhan nodded in satisfaction.

It not only enhances combat strength but also grants healing capabilities—this Supreme Blessing is truly perfect.

Then, he regained his composure and heard what Mondon and Shira had just said.

"Hmm?"

"Has Mondon still not used his reserve card?"

Zhou Zhan was surprised.

Then he saw Mondon pull out a blood-stained book from his storage artifact.

He saw Zhou Zhan gazing back at him, and with calm composure, introduced:

"Rarely has an enemy driven me to this extremity, forcing me to unleash it."

"Imperial Sovereign of the People, you are truly extraordinary. Therefore, I shall grant you the highest honor of death—the death at the hands of my ancestor’s *Book of Formlessness*!"

With those words, he calmly flipped through the *Book of Formlessness* in his hands.

Zhou Zhan, of course, would not be foolish enough to let him unfold his tactics unchallenged. Instantly, he opened his dragon maw, and then witnessed a terrifying cascade of radiant dragon breath coalescing within.

This radiant breath contained the essence of abyssal dragon breath, temporal dragon breath, elemental dragon breath, annihilating dragon breath, stellar dragon breath, and primordial dragon breath—each a force of the highest caliber among dragon deities.

United, these powers surged together, amplified by the sheer might of Zhou Zhan’s manifested Nine-Heaven Sovereign Dragon God energy, reaching a power so staggering it seemed to shatter the very heavens.

"ROAR!"

A thunderous, world-shaking roar erupted.

The next instant—

And there it was—a dazzling, kaleidoscopic dragon breath erupting from His mouth, aimed straight at the suffering one.

The Suffering One, however, showed not the slightest concern.

He flipped through the Book of Formlessness in his hands, murmuring to himself:

"The current strength of the Celestial Sovereign Emperor, I'd wager, surpasses even that of the Corpse Dragon by a mere edge."

"Ordinary cultivators at the threshold of Supreme Will might well be powerless against this one."

"Only the True Blood of that one can be summoned."

As he spoke,

Zhou Zhan's Sovereign Dragon Breath descended upon the Suffering One's head.

But just then—

A sudden surge of crimson light erupted from the Book of Formlessness in the Suffering One's hands. The glow swiftly spread, forming a vast crimson aura that enveloped both the book and the Suffering One, sealing them within.

Zhou Zhan's Supreme Dragon Breath, upon striking this blood-colored energy shield, was instantly blocked—completely unable to harm the suffering within.

Upon seeing this, a flicker of astonishment passed through his golden dragon eyes.

He stared at the formless scripture clutched in the other's hand, sensing the overwhelming aura radiating from it, murmuring softly:

"An artifact of will?"

"Does this suffering truly possess an artifact of will?"

His expression grew serious.

Though he himself possessed an artifact of will, it served only as a supporting tool.

But now, if this suffering had drawn forth such a weapon—then it must be capable of offense.

"Fine."

"Even if I die, it will only be my phantom self that perishes. All my treasures can be directly deposited into the First Treasury—there will be no risk of loss."

"Then, let us test the full extent of my current peak strength."

"Can it even rival... Supreme Will!"

Faced with a being wielding a suspected offensive Will Artifact, Zhou Zhan did not feel fear—he instead stirred a desire to push his own combat capabilities to their absolute limits.

Had it been Zhou Zhou himself, he would never have made such a choice.

Yet Zhou Zhan acted without hesitation.

And upon seeing Zhou Zhan not only unafraid but eager to confront the challenge, the self-assured Monten began to waver.

How could this man appear so utterly fearless?

Could he not perceive that the next move I would make would be at the level of Supreme Will?

Monten took a deep breath and decided to stop overthinking.

Since the formless scripture had already been activated, no matter what tactics Zhou Zhan might deploy, he would have to carry on.

He had already drawn the bow and could not hold back the arrow.

Soon.

He flipped to the page he sought.

There, etched upon the page, was a being of bloated form, skin deep purple, adorned with countless intricate void runes. It was carved in blood, vivid and gruesome.

Mengnan stared at it, gently touching it with his hand.

The next instant,

He felt his Supreme God power being rapidly drained, merging into the entity inscribed within the page. In less than half a second, nearly seven-tenths of his remaining Supreme God power had been completely absorbed.

Mengnan's face turned pale, his voice weak and reverent:

"Ultimate Void Race - Mengnan."

"Please, Primordial Ancestor—Master Halong—intervene and eliminate the greatest threat facing our Ultimate Void Clan's future!"

The moment the words had finished echoing,

a portrait named Halong Master surged and expanded rapidly, rising from the paper in mere moments, standing upright upon it as a palm-sized being of the Ultimate Void.

He surveyed his form with disdain.

"Your supreme divine power is pitifully weak. This body of mine holds only one ten-thousandth of my peak strength."

"If Master Mengdu were to wield it, I would possess at least half of my peak combat power."

"Why has your Will Artifact been entrusted to you? This is pure waste!"

Upon hearing this, Mengnan flushed with embarrassment, then spoke solemnly:

"Master Mengdu cannot intervene, for otherwise, the Supreme Will would dispatch one of its highest-tier Will Beings to face the threat. To ensure I can successfully eliminate the Supreme Commander's reserve, the Ancestor dared lend me the Book of Formlessness, and within it, he has preserved your true blood portrait."

"Ah, now I understand."

"Very well. Very well."

"Let me, this dead progenitor, lend one final effort to the future of our Ultimate Void race."

After speaking, the Ha Long Patriarch turned to Zhou Zhan, a flicker of astonishment crossing his eyes. "Such a young candidate for the Supreme Lordship."

"At such a young age, his power has already reached this level."

"Indeed. Only then does it warrant my intervention."

"Montane."

"You must remember, I possess only one strike—after that, it will be entirely up to you."

Upon hearing this, Montane immediately responded with solemnity:

"Ha Long Patriarch, please rest assured. As soon as we eliminate this one, we can easily crush the entire army of divine beings from the Supreme Will faction!"

"Very well."

The Ha Long Patriarch nodded, and then instantly soared into the heavens.

During the course of the flight, His divine body could be seen expanding at an astronomical velocity.

One light-year, one hundred light-years, ten thousand light-years, one hundred thousand light-years, a million light-years!

Venerable Halong had shockingly grown to a diameter of a million light-years.

From His current perspective, He could cast His gaze across the expanse and glimpse the very edge of the ultimate void battlefield with a single glance.

He looked down upon Zhou Zhan, His lips curling into a grin:

"I perished countless eons ago, while waging war in other alien grand universes."

"I never imagined I would awaken again, nor did I expect that I would still be able to behold the youth of your generation today."

"It is a pity that you and I stand on opposing sides; otherwise, I would truly love to converse with the prodigies of your era, to see how you perceive the path of cultivation."

Venerable Halong felt a profound stirring of emotion within His heart.

Having experienced true life and death, His outlook on the struggles of war and profit had already undergone a transformation.

But this did not dampen the killing intent within his heart.

"Emperor of the People."

"Die at my hands, old fool."

He opened his maw wide, and bit directly into Zhou Zhan.

Zhou Zhan tried to resist.

But soon he realized—his body was now utterly still, unable to move.

"Ha ha ha..."

Hearing Ha Long's laughter, after Zhou Zhan made one final desperate attempt and failed, he simply gathered all his treasures and sat in stillness, waiting.

Aaaauw!

Ha Long the Sovereign devoured Zhou Zhan whole.

Seeing this scene.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Especially the reaction of the divine army of the Jiaoyang Divine Nation was immense.

"Stay calm!"

"Our sovereign is unharmed!"

At the very moment when the army was about to tremble with anxiety, Bai Yun's voice brought them peace and reassurance.

Instantly believing that their sovereign was safe, the divine forces of the Jiaoyang Divine Nation regained their composure and resumed fighting against their enemies before them.

On the other side,

The Haro Elder had devoured Zhou Zhan's body and initially had enjoyed the flesh and blood.

But soon, his expression changed abruptly.

"How can there be no trace of fate?"

"What about the [Fate] of the Emperor of the People?"