Chapter 1539: Underworld Order!

Chapter 1539: The Mandate of the Underworld!

The Cyclic Will felt profound astonishment and awe.

Even now, it did not rush to the Time Relic.

The sheer shock of Zhou Zhou's attainment of the Supreme Saint Body had been overwhelming—so overwhelming, in fact, that it could not even consider moving on to the Time Relic at this moment.

And Zhou Zhou himself remained utterly bewildered.

He had never imagined—

that the Supreme Saint Body he had been cultivating, which he originally believed to be a technique forged by the Supreme Will, already possessing an extremely formidable origin—

was actually just a fragment of the inheritance from the ultimate destination of cultivation: the Eternally Unshakable Realm!

Even a mere fragment—

was enough to send countless Supreme Will Beings, and even those who had transcended Will, into uncontrollable frenzy!

Indeed.

The Supreme Will itself is a being whose will transcends realms.

Such a being's cultivation technique—could it not be the technique of the Ever-Immortal Realm? What else could it be?

How foolish I was then, not realizing it in time, merely speculating that the highest possible attainment of this Supreme Sacred Body might be no more than a Will-Transcendent Realm technique.

My limited vision has constrained my imagination.

At this moment, Zhou Zhou's heart swells with both sigh and exhilaration.

He possesses the inheritance of the Ever-Immortal Realm!

Now it's not just the Supreme Will Realm or Will-Transcendent Realm—now even the Ever-Immortal Realm itself! In the future, I shall have a lineage to explore and advance upon!

Indeed, indeed!

The Supreme Will has truly shown itself generous toward me!

I shall repay you well in the future!

"How many inheritances of the Ever-Immortal Realm exist in the Supreme Vast Cosmos? No, in the Ultimate Void itself?"

Zhou Zhou pondered this question, his curiosity sparking as he asked,

"How many?"

The Cycle Will remained silent. "You wouldn't think there are many inheritances of the Ever-Immortal Realm, would you?"

"I'll tell you."

"As far as I know, within the Supreme Vast Cosmos and the Crimson Vast Cosmos, there exists only one inheritance of the Ever-Immortal Realm—held solely by the Supreme Will."

"The Crimson Sovereign has none."

"As for the Ultimate Void beyond the Great Cosmos, and the other Great Cosmos realms nestled within it, the number of Ever-Immortal Realm inheritances they possess—no more than a handful!"

The Cycle Will spoke.

This knowledge was something He only acquired after becoming the Cycle Will.

If He had still been the Spirit Heaven Emperor, he would have absolutely been incapable of accessing information at this level.

He continued:

"And most of these eternal, unshakable realms' inheritances are orphaned—unclaimed."

"For example, the Sub-Emperor inheritance from [Sub-Emperor Battlefield]."

"For example, the Mili inheritance from [Mili Fantasy Township]."

"And the mysterious eternal, unshakable realm inheritance within [The Unknown World]."

"All of them remain unclaimed to this day."

"Why are they unclaimed?"

"Because the difficulty and danger involved in obtaining such elite practitioners are simply too great!"

"Let alone the Supreme Will Realm."

"Even the mightiest beings beyond the realm of will—such as the Supreme Will and the Crimson Sovereign—face the risk of demise should they enter those places."

Zhou Zhou was stunned beyond words.

Were those places truly that dangerous?

Could even the Supreme Will, one of the absolute apexes of strength, be at risk?

The Ultimate Void is indeed a realm brimming with opportunity—yet equally suffused with terrifying peril.

"What then, is the origin of the Supreme Will's eternal immortality lineage?"

Zhou Zhou asked with genuine curiosity.

"No one knows. No one dares to inquire."

The Cyclic Will slowly shook its head, yet after a moment's contemplation, added: "However, among the transcendent wills, there exists a rumor—perhaps the eternal immortality lineage of the Supreme Will originated from the Realm of Illusion."

"The Realm of Illusion seeks to attack our Supreme Cosmos and Crimson Cosmos not only to plunder the truth of our worlds and strengthen their own realm—but possibly, in truth, to reclaim the eternal immortality lineage held by the Supreme Will Himself."

"Of course."

"This is merely a speculation."

"You mustn't spread this around."

The Will of Cycles spoke with cautious restraint.

Zhou Zhou nodded, understanding clearly.

After all, this involved the deepest secrets of a being of the highest will—a being who wasn't foolish, and thus would never speak carelessly.

"Let's return to the matter at hand."

"Since you now face a threat from the existence of a being of the Supreme Will..."

The Will of Cycles paused, then directly produced a black token radiating with an aura of obscure darkness and handed it to Zhou Zhou.

"What is this?"

Zhou Zhou stared curiously at the token in his hands.

The front side depicted a sealed gate of spirits and deities, while the back was inscribed with the characters [Youming], arranged in patterns of cosmic law.

"This is the [Ming Ling], the token that opens the gate to the Underworld, and also my identity credential. With this token, whenever you face an enemy beyond your power, simply show it to them—anyone with even a modicum of understanding, even if they are at the level of Supreme Will, will grant you a measure of respect."

"If the opponent is an enemy, it's even simpler."

"You take possession of this token and, when danger arises, immediately awaken the willpower embedded within it."

"At that moment, the gate to the Underworld will open, and I will appear instantly from within, to rescue you."

"As long as the enemy is not a being of transcendent will, I am certain to save you."

"If the enemy is a master of transcendent will, I can still buy you a few instants of time to escape."

"Then, you simply pass through the gate to the Underworld and summon the Supreme Will Elder to rescue me."

The Will of Cycles smiled and spoke.

"Is it really something so precious?"

Zhou Zhou was taken aback.

The consciousness of the cycle served as both an identity credential and the key to unlock the gates of the Underworld.

If misused, this artifact could potentially bring about catastrophic consequences across the myriad realms.

Could my elder brother truly be willing to entrust such a vital object to me?

Even more astonishing—would he dare to actively intervene and rescue me?

At this moment, he felt a profound sense of being favored, almost overwhelmed by grace.

"Take it."

"There's no need to be formal about it."

Seeing Zhou Zhou's expression, the consciousness of the cycle already knew exactly what thoughts were swirling within him.

He smiled:

"Actually, I could give you some self-preserving techniques from the Supreme Will Realm, but that would still be rather risky."

"Better that I handle it myself—only then can I ensure your safety to the fullest extent."

"Brother, you're absolutely right."

Zhou Zhou nodded in full agreement.

At the same time, a subtle sense of warmth and emotion stirred within him.

No wonder he had truly come to respect this brother.

This brother hadn't been chosen in vain—he truly showed up when it mattered.

Yet, perhaps he would go even further.

"Thank you, brother."

"With this assurance my elder brother has granted me, my heart settles into instant peace," Zhou Zhou said.

Just as the Will of Samsara nodded, He heard Zhou Zhou speak again, his voice tinged with a delicate embarrassment.

"Um, elder brother, might I trouble you for three more drops of your true blood?"

"As you know, I came into possession of that Will Artifact, the Book of Formlessness. Yet, without the true blood of a Supreme Will infused within its pages, its power remains bound to that of an ordinary Supreme Divine Artifact."

"I merely hope for a few drops of your true blood to afford myself yet another layer of protection."

Having spoken, He fixed His gaze intently upon the Will of Samsara, watching closely for whatever expression might cross His countenance.

If even a shadow of reluctance or impatience should flicker upon that face, Zhou Zhou meant to immediately withdraw his somewhat presumptuous request.

For while He desired another shield to safeguard His own life, He held the bond of friendship between Himself and the Will of Samsara in far greater esteem.

If, for this small matter, a gap were to form between himself and the cyclical will, then he would have lost far more than he had gained.

Moreover, he already possessed the meditative command bestowed upon him by the cyclical will—so long as he faced the mightiest beings of the Supreme Will realm, self-preservation would be assured.

Thus, the matter of true blood had become utterly insignificant.

To take it or not, it made no difference.

Then he saw the Cyclical Will respond immediately, without hesitation:

"Sure, what's three drops of true blood?"