Chapter 1532: Victory!

Chapter 1532: Victory!

"Naturally, without my life."

"But you won't have the chance to know."

Behind Venerable Ha Long, Zhou Zhan looked at him with a calm expression and spoke.

Venerable Ha Long spun around violently, only to see an entirely unharmed Zhou Zhan.

"How could you possibly be completely unscathed?!"

Shock washed over Venerable Ha Long's face, but before he had time to ponder the reason behind it, he once again opened his monstrous, sky-blocking maw toward him, preparing to devour him while declaring, "I will kill you before I leave!"

Zhou Zhan watched this scene unfold, his expression completely unchanged.

As that colossal mouth descended upon his head once more with supreme, overriding majesty, it seemed poised to replicate the previous scene and swallow him whole to his death.

And yet.

As Ha Long the Sage was about to swallow Zhou Zhan whole, his immense form suddenly dissolved into countless strands of deep violet blood, dispersing across the heavens and earth.

"I... I won't accept it..."

Along with the fading of every single strand of violet blood, Ha Long's choked, reluctant wail echoed through the void.

When that sound finally vanished, the battlefield returned to stillness.

Zhou Zhan turned, his gaze fixed upon Monda, Shira, and the three colossal beasts under Shira's command.

They stared at themselves in utter shock, as though witnessing something utterly beyond belief.

"You... how could you not have died?!"

Monda, after a moment of stunned silence, screamed aloud, utterly unable to grasp the reality before her:

That was a being of Supreme Will!

Even if Ha Long possessed only one ten-thousandth of his former power, he would still be beyond any mere precursor to Supreme Will—beyond any mortal's reach.

Nor need we mention that the Heavenly Sovereign of the Common People is, in essence, merely a newly ascended first-tier Supreme God.

From afar, Xila also fixed her gaze upon Zhou Zhan, eager to hear what reason he would offer.

Seeing their intense curiosity, Zhou Zhan smiled slightly, then opened his mouth:

"Idiot!"

Suddenly, he transformed into the Supreme Dragon God of the Nine Five, clutching the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his mouth, and charged toward Mengnan.

Though Mengnan was still reeling from the shock—how could the Heavenly Sovereign of the Common People withstand Ha Long's strike without injury?—he did not slacken in the face of the attack. Instantly, he drew forth a shield-like second-tier Supreme Divine Artifact to deflect the assault.

The distance between them vanished in an instant.

The next moment, one could see the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in the mouth of the Supreme Dragon God of the Nine Five striking the shield of Mengnan.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom...

Where the divine sword and shield collided, a chain of colossal void explosions erupted, shattering the ultimate void within a ten-light-year radius and revealing the boundless ultimate void cosmos behind the ultimate void battlefield.

At first glance, other great universes from distant realms could be seen.

Yet swiftly, these shattered fragments of the ultimate void began to self-repair.

As the radiant glow of the void explosions faded, one could observe the Nine-Five Supreme Dragon God and the Tormented engaging in a fierce struggle through the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and Shield—each refusing to yield, determined to win through the clash of blade and barrier.

It seemed as though the question was whether the sword would first breach the other’s shield, or whether the shield could withstand every strike from the blade.

Seeing this standoff, Xila longed to intervene and break the deadlock—but the Shitou Dragon, relentlessly attacking, kept her from even turning her attention.

"Tormented, now it's all up to you. I can't assist you anymore."

"You possess the Holy Will Artifact—shouldn't you be able to stand against the Celestial Sovereign?"

Helpless to offer any aid, Sheila could do nothing but ward off the Corpse Demon Dragon's relentless onslaught while offering desperate, silent prayers in her heart.

Yet in the very next instant, a sight unfolded before her that plunged her into utter despair.

Zhou Zhan, locked in a fierce struggle against Meng Nan, suddenly let out a grim, predatory smile.

"Is this the absolute best you can do, Meng Nan?"

"What?!"

Meng Nan, who was pouring every ounce of his strength into resisting the divine might of Zhou Zhan's Xuanyuan Sword, paled with sudden horror upon seeing that his opponent still held power in reserve.

A heartbeat later.

An even more terrifying force erupted from the Xuanyuan Sword, shattering Meng Nan's Tier 2 Supreme Artifact shield in the blink of an eye, before the blade carried forward its unstoppable momentum, severing his head from his shoulders in a single flash.

As Zhou Zhan swept past Meng Nan's falling body, he abruptly extended a draconic claw, seizing Meng Nan's head and wrenching it violently, revealing a shadowy purple Supreme Divine Spark grasped firmly within his palm.

Deep within that divine spark, the phantom visage of Meng Nan's shocked and infuriated consciousness faintly flickered.

Yet at this moment, He was merely a vessel of will. Trapped within His own Supreme Divine Form by Zhou Zhan’s manipulations, He could do nothing—only watch as Zhou Zhan wielded Him at will.

Suddenly.

It seemed as though Zhou Zhan had heard something. He chuckled lightly.

"Forgive you?"

"Not impossible."

His expression grew stern. "Then, by your own will, swear before me that from this moment forward, you shall sever all ties with the Ultimate Void Clan and formally join My Sun Divine Realm, becoming a citizen of My realm."

"As long as you fulfill this, I shall grant you life."

Mondragon’s face shifted in alarm. After long hesitation, upon seeing Zhou Zhan’s eyes grow ever more dangerous, his expression froze in shock. No longer able to delay, he quickly agreed, declaring his willingness to join the Sun Divine Realm and become one of its citizens.

When Zhou Zhan sensed the faint connection between them, a subtle smile broke upon his face.

From that day forward, the Sun Divine Realm—beyond its original form and its duplicates—had finally gained one more near-omnipotent will-bound master.

And this warrior's strength, even among all others of the nearly Supreme Will tier, is quite impressive.

Mengnan's power level nearly rivals that of a Heavenly Blade Supreme God deemed by the Supreme Will to have a chance of ascending to the Supreme Will tier.

A major general has joined our ranks!

Zhou Zhan's heart was light with joy.

At that very moment, after announcing his joining of the Jiaoyang Divine Nation, Mengnan, influenced by the Lord's innate talent, immediately became far more respectful toward Zhou Zhan.

"Your Majesty, I bow."

He said with profound reverence.

Zhou Zhan nodded in reply.

Then he opened Mengnan's attribute panel.

When he saw that Mengnan's loyalty rating was only 80 points, a faint shake of his head passed through his mind.

A Quasi-Supreme Will realm powerhouse truly lived up to such a grand title.

At their elevated echelon, even a Mythical-Tier Unique Lord Talent, or perhaps even a Supreme-Tier Unique Lord Talent, exercised a starkly limited influence over them.

Had it been an ordinary Master God in their stead, even as a fresh initiate, their loyalty would have inevitably hovered above ninety.

"I must have my original body secure a Supreme-Tier Unique Lord Talent specifically geared toward elevating the loyalty of my subjects when I return."

"Otherwise, relying solely on the Age of Peace to stabilize and raise the fidelity of newly incorporated denizens feels somewhat precarious."

Zhou Zhan pondered silently.

The destructive potential of a Quasi-Supreme Will realm powerhouse was simply too catastrophic.

Without some formidable measure to guarantee they would not sow chaos in moments or locales beyond his watchful gaze, the creation of a Supreme-Tier Unique Lord Talent to bolster subject loyalty was absolutely imperative.

He shook his head, banishing the intrusive thoughts.

Such matters were best left for his original body to ponder.

Then His gaze shifted, turning toward Hira, who was commanding a host of divine beasts—chief gods and supreme deities—united in battle against the Corpse Dragon.

Hira had always been vigilant, keeping watch over the battlefield where Zhou Zhan was fighting.

When He saw the fallen, slain by a single sword strike from Zhou Zhan, a grim foreboding stirred within him.

And when Hira noticed Zhou Zhan finally turning his attention toward him, his heart sank completely.

Now trapped by the Corpse Dragon, he was caught in a state of desperate struggle—unable to fight, unable to flee.

With the Celestial Sovereign of the People now free to turn his attention to him, what could he do next?

His mind raced, frantically spinning through every possible escape.

At that very moment—

He saw Zhou Zhan, holding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his mouth, charging toward him like a storm.

As he flew, his voice thundered across the sky:

"Xila."

"Your devotion to cultivation has not gone unnoticed. You shall be granted one chance at immortality."

"But you must formally sever your ties with the Ultimate Void Clan and join my Sun Divinity Realm, becoming a citizen of my Sun Goddom. Will you do so?"

Xila froze at this, then roared:

"Would you have me join your supreme will faction?"

"Great Emperor of the Common People, your ambitions are foolish. I was born a god under the Great Void Emperor's command, and when I die, I shall remain a spirit under His banner. I shall never join your doomed faction."

"A loyal guardian, indeed."

"Then I shall grant your wish."

"Go as a spirit to meet your Great Void Emperor, if you still can see Him."

"As long as you can still see Him."

Zhou Zhan spoke coldly.

Then he instantly transformed into a beam of golden light, shooting straight toward Xila.

"Up, up, up—everyone, move! Stop this blade!"

From this single strike, Xila sensed an unimaginable threat.

Almost instinctively,

he ordered all the colossal beasts under his command to charge toward Zhou Zhan, hoping to halt his assault.

Yet Zhou Zhan, now manifesting as the Supreme Sovereign Dragon God, was already on par with the mightiest near-omnipotent will-level warriors.

At this moment, wielding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his mouth, he unleashed a sword technique infused with the power of the Ten Thousand Methods and Celestial Hands.

Together, these forces amplified his blade’s strength to an utterly terrifying degree.

And there it was—a flash of swordlight, passing through like a whisper through time.

Hira stared at the top of his own head. Then, a blindingly radiant blade of light erupted from the crown of his head, stretching all the way down to the very lowest point of his divine form.

Crack—crack—crack...

His divine body split in two at once, even his highest divine essence fractured into two halves. And within that essence, the will of Hira himself was utterly extinguished by Zhou Zhan’s single stroke.

Precursor to the Supreme Will Realm—Hira, dead!

At the sight, Zhou Zhan’s mind flickered with a single thought.

And there, before his eyes, the colossal form of the Nine-Heaven Dragon God—nine ten thousand light-years tall—vanished swiftly.

When the dragon god’s form had fully dissolved, Zhou Zhan stood in the very place where the dragon god had once been.

He raised a hand, and instantly, the severed halves of Hira’s body shot toward him.

As they approached, Zhou Zhan thought once more, and with a single intent, he extracted the corpse.

The next second—

And there, bursting forth from the corpse of Xira, an infinite multitude of spoils erupted—forming a vast ocean of treasure, solidly encircling Him.

Zhou Zhan saw this with a calm, indifferent expression.

After all, even as a being possessing near-superior willpower, it was entirely normal for such a vast accumulation of spoils to be upon Him.

As He said, if every single treasure from His entire hoard were to spill out of the First Vault, the combined quantity would fill ten entire worlds and beyond.

Thus, He found nothing strange in the sight of these spoils before him.

"Let me take a look," Zhou Zhan mused with genuine curiosity. "What kind of treasures might a normal being of near-superior willpower possess?"

He first used a world-ring to gather all the treasures belonging to the Primordial Gods and those below the Primordial God level.

For Zhou Zhan now, anything of a Supreme God or above held no real interest.

All treasures from the Primordial Gods and below would be thrown into the Sacred Treasury of His Divine Realm, to be governed and utilized by His own divine domain.

Then He looked upon the treasures before him—each of the lowest ranks being no less than a first-tier Supreme God level.

"Ordinary Supreme God-level artifacts: 57,612 pieces!"

"Supreme Divine Artifacts: 511 pieces!"

"Artifacts of Near-Transcendent Will: 72 pieces!"

"Divine Artifacts of Near-Transcendent Will: 16 pieces!"

"And furthermore, over two hundred master god-level beast pets, plus one colossal beast pet of second-tier Supreme God level, wounded and unconscious—no wonder it didn't engage in battle against the Corpse Dragon Serpent. It was simply injured and comatose."

After reviewing this, Zhou Zhan nodded, his heart deeply satisfied.

This individual's wealth and assets—even surpassing those of Beke, the reserve Supreme Red Sovereign—was truly staggering.

Indeed, how fitting that the Ultimate Void Clan, renowned for their profound foundations, had amassed such riches.

How many treasures had they truly dredged from the void?

Zhou Zhan couldn’t help but feel a renewed curiosity at this moment.

Just then,

Sixteen colossal beasts of the highest divine rank, along with hundreds of master-divine-level beasts, flew in from afar, trembling with hesitation, and stood before Zhou Zhan in quiet submission.

"Lord, Shira is dead. We do not wish to die. We only wish to serve you."

One of the colossal beasts from a fourth-tier highest divine force spoke, its voice trembling with fear.

Zhou Zhan looked at their obedient, meek expressions and couldn’t help but smile:

"Did I truly kill your master? Are you truly sincere in your desire to submit to me? Or are you merely pretending to obey, secretly plotting to strike me down in order to avenge your master?"

"We most certainly are not!"

"Shira used violence to force us into submission, and often inflicted agonizing punishments upon us. We have long resented her. You have freed us by killing her. We are still too grateful to even think of harming you!"

"Yes, yes!"

……

Hearing this, the great beasts immediately explained to Zhou Zhan, fearing that he might misunderstand them.

Their gaze upon Zhou Zhan was filled with unmistakable fear.

They knew well—more than anyone—the strength of Xila and Mengnan. As pets, they had witnessed it firsthand.

Yet even such formidable beings had been effortlessly defeated by this very commander, the reserve Supreme Lord before them.

They could not even begin to fathom how, just a year ago, this Supreme Lord Reserve had been nothing more than an ordinary mortal with no supernatural power at all.

How could he have achieved such a feat? It was utterly beyond comprehension!

"Should you truly wish to join the Prairial God Dominion and become one of my people, I shall spare your lives."

Zhou Zhan spoke calmly.

"Yes, yes, sir."

They hastily agreed, immediately repeating those words exactly as Zhou Zhan demanded.

Listening to them, a smile finally graced Zhou Zhan's face.

After today’s battle, he had not only gained a subordinate with the combat power of a Quasi-Supreme Will realm, but also sixteen High Gods and over a hundred Master Gods.

And this was achieved without even deploying the Child of Destiny or the rule of "All Under Heaven Are the King's Subjects".

Today's harvest truly surpassed his wildest imaginings.

Right at that moment.

The Corpse Demon Dragon flew up to stand before him.

Its aura was incredibly feeble, yet the gaze it fixed upon Zhou Zhan was still filled with a burning, reverent light.

As if a child looking up at a father who was their absolute pride.

Zhou Zhan looked back at the creature, sensing the scarce remnants of life force left within its body, and said calmly:

"You are going to die very soon."

Before the Corpse Demon Dragon could react, Zhou Zhan shifted his gaze and spoke again:

"However, I promise you that one day, I will surely bring you back to life."

"This is what you deserve."

"My child."

Hearing these words from Zhou Zhan, a smile of profound contentment flickered across the Corpse Demon Dragon's face, and then the divine aura of its form abruptly vanished, leaving its body to plunge straight down into the ultimate void.

The Corpse Demon Dragon had fallen!