Chapter 1589: Tupo and the Yellow Springs Emperor Sword!

Chapter 1589: Tuber and the Emperor's Sword of Yellow Springs!

Exactly as Zhou Zhan was slaying the demonic embryo,

within the ancestral stronghold of the Illusory Clan in the Land of Yellow Springs,

a being draped in a black cloak, its entire form shrouded in death and darkness, was gazing upon a map before it.

"The Land of Yellow Springs has already been seized by over ninety percent. Once the demonic embryo and Wushang fully conquer the ancestral site of the Yellow Springs' will, this realm will be entirely under our control."

This entity murmured softly, its voice carrying an indescribable terror. "As soon as we fully occupy the Land of Yellow Springs, a rift will tear open in the Supreme Great World—then we can proceed with our next plan."

"The Supreme Great Cosmos will become entirely ours, the Illusory Clan's."

"And from there, we can launch an invasion into the entire Ultimate Void Cosmos."

As he spoke, the dark pupils of his eyes burned with a vast ambition that would make any living being tremble.

The realms of Truth and Illusion had long since been severed from one another.

For the will of the adults, they must be unified by their deluded kin, and then the King's arrival shall come!

At this very moment.

A supreme deity of the Deluded Clan rushed in wildly from beyond the military ledger.

"Report to the Commander, something has gone terribly wrong."

"Running about in panic—what a disgrace!"

The one known as the Commander, a powerful being among the Deluded Clan and the highest authority in the Deluded Clan within the Yellow Afterlife—Death's Whisper—scolded him. "Face any situation with calmness. Otherwise, how could I dare entrust you with command of our Deluded Clan's armies?"

"Yes, yes."

"But..."

This supreme deity, perhaps too frantic, stammered, "but the General of the Demon Embryo has perished."

"General of the Demon Embryo is dead?" Death's Whisper exclaimed, "The Supreme Will has sent forth a being stronger than the Demon Embryo itself, in pursuit of the inheritance of the Yellow Afterlife's Will? Are they even approaching the rank of a Near-Infinitesimal Will?"

"But isn't the inheritance site of the Yellow Springs Will only open to Four-Rank Supreme Gods and beings below that rank?"

"Did they send a being of nearly Supreme Will to destroy the demonic embryo?"

"Could the Supreme Will itself have committed such a breach of protocol?"

The Death Whisperer furrowed his brow.

"Commander, you might have misunderstood my meaning."

The Supreme God, seeing the Death Whisperer's self-talk, couldn't help but speak.

"Get to the point. Don't drag it out."

"And what's wrong with what I said?"

The Death Whisperer frowned at Him.

He wasn't exactly lacking in comprehension—why would this being always insist he misunderstood his words?

"Lord."

"You speak first."

"The maggot general's demise, as the subordinate just mentioned, does not merely refer to His fall into the realm of the dead."

"Most importantly, He also perished within the realm of illusion!"

This Sovereign of Illusion spoke.

Upon hearing this, the Death Whisperer fell into silence.

His mouth opened wide, utterly unable to form a single word.

After a long while, he asked, in a dreamlike, fragmented tone:

"Are you saying the Maggot General has truly perished?"

"Has He died in this world as well?!"

"Were they killed by other hostile delusional kin?"

"Damn it!"

"Didn't the High Lord issue a clear command already?"

"Those of us who have set out to conquer the Ultimate Void Cosmos are protected by the laws of the Delusional World. No living being—no matter how bitter their grudges against us—shall harm our soldiers' essences during our campaign."

"Any violation will be met with personal punishment from the High Lord."

"How dare they!?"

"Bravely daring to assassinate one of our generals during our campaign—do they not understand that this would disrupt our military operations?"

"No, it's already disrupted. General Mota is currently tasked with retrieving the fallen inheritance of the Yellow Spring Will, one that must not fall into the hands of any subordinate deity under the Supreme Will."

"If He perishes, the inheritance of the Yellow Spring Will may very well end up in the hands of those under the Supreme Will."

The Speaker of Death furrowed his brow.

If such a thing were to happen, then He would not escape punishment.

For once the inheritance of the Yellow Springs Will falls into the hands of the other party, it is highly likely that a second-generation Yellow Springs Will will emerge in the near future.

Such a being would be a Supreme Will-tier powerhouse!

Even within their own clan, the Wraiths, such a force would be considered among the elite.

A being of such power could influence the very course of their war.

"Things have gone serious."

The Death Whisperer murmured.

"Sir."

"It seems things aren't quite as they appear."

"The Wraith world has not conveyed the message that the Maggot General was assassinated by enemies."

"According to our intelligence, the General of the Demon Embryo perished in the Land of the Dead, and simultaneously vanished from the present world."

"Because his imaginative power had been utterly and abruptly severed."

The race of the Supreme Deity, the Void, spoke.

"You mean..."

"The one who killed the General of the Demon Embryo possesses a method that simultaneously destroys the essence of the General of the Demon Embryo."

"So when the General of the Demon Embryo died, his imaginative power was completely extinguished, and he can no longer be resurrected from imagination?"

The Death Whisperer raised an eyebrow.

"That is my speculation."

"It is the only explanation I can think of after hearing this intelligence."

The Supreme Deity spoke, hesitating.

"It's impossible!"

The Voice of Death immediately dismissed it, "Within the Supreme Cosmos, if any powerful being possessed such a capability, they would have already used it by now. How could it suddenly be applied today—against one of our Supreme Gods?"

"An ability capable of annihilating the very essence of our existence, capable of extinguishing the imagination of our entire race—how could such a force have remained silent and patient until now?"

The Supreme God remained silent.

Even within His mind, a sense of confusion stirred.

But at this moment, the only explanation He could conceive was the one he had just voiced. Nothing else came to mind.

And then, after uttering his denial, the Voice of Death fell into sudden silence.

For a memory surfaced—something He had long forgotten.

A memory of the true purpose behind their arrival in the Ultimate Void Cosmos.

They had come to the Ultimate Void Cosmos for two reasons.

Their first objective, naturally, was to conquer and seize the entire Ultimate Void Cosmos, to aid their elders in shattering the boundary between reality and illusion, and to attain the state of eternal, unshakable might!

This was their ultimate purpose in coming here.

And their second objective was:

To seek a fragment of an object.

That object was called the "Illusionary Legend Seal."

It is said that this Illusionary Legend Seal was born from a supreme being among their own Illusionary race.

Originally, this being was a conceptual deity of the Illusionary lineage, possessing mastery over artifact crafting.

Yet, through relentless refinement and expansion of its conceptual power, it eventually forged an unparalleled treasure—an immortal artifact rivaling the very essence of eternal, unbreakable strength.

And the effect of this immortal artifact was both simple and devastating:

It could control, enslave, harm, and kill members of the Illusionary race.

This affair is actually quite absurd.

A deity born of mere illusion—no more than a concept in the realm of futility—had, in its ambition to claim dominion over its kind, sacrificed billions of members of the Futility Clan as offerings to forge a terrifying artifact capable of annihilating its entire race.

The artisan who wielded this apocalyptic relic, empowered by the Futility's legendary seal—an immortality artifact rivaling eternity itself—was unquestionably crowned ruler of the Futility Clan in that age.

Yet, fortune did not last.

Though he possessed the legendary seal, a treasure of immortality comparable to the eternal unbroken realm, his divine state remained only at the level of upper will transcendence.

The difficulty of ascending from will transcendence to true eternal immortality was such that even with mastery over the legendary seal and all the resources of the entire Futility Clan, the artisan could not break through the barrier.

One night, in silence and stillness, over a thousand of the Futility Clan’s elite masters—each at the level of will transcendence—surrounded and attacked him. After the fall of roughly eighty percent of the Clan’s most powerful figures, they finally succeeded in shattering the artifact, a weapon of magnitude rivaling immortality itself.

Without the immortality relic, the artisan lost his greatest support and was ultimately defeated by them, slain by their hands.

And the five shattered fragments of the delusional holy seal, though broken, still drew the greedy desires of many combatants.

Yet, in the end, even for this false immortality artifact capable of bringing about the annihilation of their entire clans, fear outweighed greed.

They united and sealed it away.

They entrusted the seal to the Delusional Primordial, the supreme essence of the Delusional race's world—akin to the Dao will of the Celestial Realm.

It was impartial and just; thus, entrusting the preservation of this sealed treasure to it was the most reliable choice.

They had believed this matter would end there.

Unforeseen, however, before the final war against the Ultimate Void Cosmos, the Delusional Primordial suddenly sent a message: it had engaged in a secret confrontation with the Great Cosmic Primordial Will of the Ultimate Void Cosmos. Though neither side emerged victorious, the seal under its control had unexpectedly weakened, and the five fragments of the Delusional Holy Seal broke free, drifting autonomously from the Delusional world and entering the Ultimate Void Cosmos.

The Delusional Primordial demanded that, in this war beyond conquest, they strive to recover all five fragments of the Delusional Holy Seal, lest they remain outside, becoming future weapons against themselves.

Thus.

They brought these two missions into the Ultimate Void Great Cosmos.

"Could it truly be the fabled relic of the False Legend?"

The Death Whisperer murmured softly.

Then his expression hardened, resolute.

Whether true or not, even if it were only a sliver of possibility, he could not allow it to pass.

The False Legend Relic was of immense consequence.

If it fell into the hands of beings within the Ultimate Void Great Cosmos, then the current situation would no longer be their invasion of that realm—but rather, the Ultimate Void Great Cosmos launching an invasion into their own realm of falsehood.

To the race of the False, this relic was utterly prohibitive.

At this thought, he rose instantly and commanded:

"Lead all soldiers not engaged in battle!"

"Let us proceed to the site of the Vow of the Underworld's Will!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

This Supreme God spoke with reverence, and immediately set about gathering forces.

Though they had committed their primary troops and generals to guarding the Underworld itself, they still had ample remaining strength to dispatch a few powerful soldiers and commanders to other tasks.

Soon.

The vast army of the Illusory Clan was assembled.

The Voice of Death did not hesitate—without a word, he led his forces straight to the site of the Vow of the Underworld's Will.

On the other hand.

After slaying the demonic embryo and the Supreme Gods and demonic infants of the Illusory Clan under its command, Zhou Zhan did not waste a moment and immediately set off toward the location of the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword.

When they arrived at the spot where the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword stood, they saw a creature with a tiger’s head, a bull’s body, and three eyes atop its head, devouring spirits.

When the Zhou Zhan and his companions arrived, this being also saw them, and immediately ceased his actions, gazing intently at Zhou Zhan and his party.

Zhou Zhan, in turn, was scrutinizing him.

Upon seeing the other's appearance, he briefly consulted the bloodline inheritance stored in his mind and instantly recognized who this being was.

Tubo!

The guardian of the Gate of the Underworld! Known for his strict integrity and his particular fondness for devouring disobedient demons.

At that very moment,

Tubo also recognized Zhou Zhan's identity, bowing respectfully,

"Salutations, Lord of the Supreme Sovereign, Third Reserve Rank."

"You seem to have excellent information flow,"

Zhou Zhan chuckled lightly.

To this day, neither the House of Illusion nor the celestial prince Tian Yang Wu Zhu of the Sun God Court has come to realize that they themselves are merely the Fourth Reserve.

This is not entirely unreasonable.

After all, their true form only ascended to the Third Reserve today.

Yet, this seemingly ordinary earth deity has already, before anyone else, come to know of his own promotion—this is no small feat.

"Report to the Lord,"

"The number of souls I witness each day exceeds trillions—among them, many are of divine rank."

"I gleaned a few whispers from their mouths, and only then did I learn that Your Highness has been promoted to the Third Reserve."

The Earth Deity spoke with solemn reverence.

Zhou Zhan nodded.

He often heard other deities speak of the celestial officials of the Underworld being well-informed.

This was finally something to see.

"Are you guarding the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword?"

Zhou Zhan asked.

The words were phrased this way, yet the tone carried unmistakable certainty.

"Your Grace is right, I have been guarding the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword for a long time now."

"I also know the passage left behind by the Yellow Springs Will."

"Your Grace, if you wish to obtain the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword in my hands, it's actually quite simple—just defeat me."

Tubu said.

Zhou Zhan's eyes flickered with astonishment.

Man, are you serious?

I see you are no more than a subordinate deity beneath a chief god—how dare you challenge your own position?

Tǔbó also sensed the meaning in Zhou Zhan’s eyes.

He chuckled, saying, “Your Highness, do not underestimate a humble servant. Though publicly I hold only the rank of a subordinate deity beneath the chief gods—”

“But by birth, I have been protected by the domain of the Yellow Springs. The Yellow Springs bestows upon me power, to guard the Imperial Sword of the Yellow Springs.”

“Otherwise, I could not have safeguarded that sacred blade for so many years without losing it.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhan grew intrigued.

“Then come!”

“I shall personally test you.”

Zhou Zhan said.

“Understood.”

Tubo nodded, then suddenly opened his maw wide—wide enough to swallow the sky.

The next instant.

Infinite, unthinking spirits poured from the void of heaven and earth—countless beyond reckoning. Yet at that very moment, as if all rivers converged into one ocean, they all surged into Tubo’s belly, becoming part of his strength.

Tubo’s form began to swell rapidly. His power surged with terrifying speed!

Lower-tier Supreme God... Upper-tier Supreme God... First-tier Supreme Deity... Fourth-tier Supreme Deity... Lower-tier Supreme Will Realm!

Only when his form reached the very apex of the Yellow Springs Realm and his power stabilized at the level of Lower-tier Supreme Will did the expansion cease.

"Lord of the Supreme Command, Third Reserve."

Tubo’s head touched the heavens, his feet grounded in the earth. His voice reverberated like that of a primordial giant, thunderous and ancient. "My humble request—may I battle you?"

Zhou Zhan: "...".