Chapter 1603: Zhou Zhan's Choice

Chapter 1603: Zhou Zhan's Choice

The Yellow Springs Domain.

With a ripple of temporal disturbance, ten cosmic warships of the Supreme God tier and tens of thousands of main god warships emerged slowly from the void.

At the forefront, the world-level Supreme God cosmic warship—the Celestial People Warship—was where Zhou Zhan stood, clearly in command.

Beside him, standing in solemn formation were the generals of the Sun's Glory Nation—immense figures of power and pride!

Bai Yun, Wu Xin, Feng Luo, Nesaario, Chi Xuan Tian, Teres, the First Dragon…

Nearly every legendary general of the Sun's Glory Nation had gathered here.

To underscore the gravity of the battlefield within the Yellow Springs Domain, Zhou Zhan had brought with him 30 million soldiers, 50 billion gods, 10 billion true gods, 500,000 main gods, 200 Supreme Gods, and 10 near-omnipotent will masters!

In essence, half of the Sun's Glory Nation's primary military strength had been summoned to this domain.

Beyond that, vast quantities of resources tailored for war had been stored within the fleets of Supreme God and main god warships under his command—prepared not only for a resource war, but for a protracted conflict.

All of this, it was for the war against the race of illusion!

And just at this moment—

A figure appeared before Him.

It was the Will of Cycles!

He looked at Zhou Zhan, his face just beginning to smile, when suddenly he felt something—his expression instantly shifted to astonishment and shock.

"Brother, you... you've brought so many subordinates?"

He asked, startled.

In truth, he wanted to ask something far more pointed—how had his brother amassed so many powerful subordinates, especially ten beings at the level of nearly Supreme Will?

But to ask directly would seem to belittle his brother, so he phrased it this way instead.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhan gave a faint, knowing smile. "The enemy force is vast and formidable—cannot be underestimated. For safety's sake, I had to bring along more troops."

The Cyclical Will slowly nodded, reluctantly accepting this explanation.

Zhou Zhan asked, "Brother, how's things on your end?"

The Cyclical Will replied, "After I returned yesterday, I immediately mobilized my entire army and launched a full-scale war against the Illusory Clan."

"Exactly as we anticipated—after the Death Whisperers fell, the Illusory Clan's morale plummeted. I seized back a significant portion of the Yellow Springs Domain's territories."

"Currently, roughly eighty percent of the Yellow Springs Domain remains in the hands of the Illusory Clan, while only twenty percent is under our control."

Zhou Zhan felt a heavy weight in his heart.

We've already reclaimed some territory, yet still only twenty percent?

So, before we reclaimed any of it, the entire Yellow Springs Domain had been completely taken over by them?

Damn it. I am now the Master of the Yellow Springs Domain. Those unrecaptured territories are still mine.

Thinking this through—

His desire to reclaim the Yellow Afterlife Domain grew stronger and stronger.

"Brother."

"What is the current state of the war?"

Zhou Zhan asked.

Though his heart burned with an urgent wish to recover the entire Yellow Afterlife Domain, he did not impulsively rush out to fight. That would be contrary to his nature.

He had long cultivated the habit of planning thoroughly before acting.

Upon hearing Zhou Zhan's inquiry, the Cycle Will's face broke into a clear smile.

He patted Zhou Zhan's shoulder and chuckled:

"The soldiers of the Illusory Clan may be powerful and their tactics strange and unpredictable, but since the Death Whisperer fell, their morale has plummeted significantly—especially the soldiers from the Death Whisperer's main forces, who are now in a state of deep panic. Their overall combat strength has dropped by more than thirty percent."

"That is not even the most critical point."

"The most crucial factor is still you, my younger brother!"

Zhou Zhan froze.

Me?

I just arrived here, haven't I?

"Ha ha..."

Seeing the expression on Zhou Zhan's face, the Cyclic Will couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Did you forget about the batch of divine artifacts you gave me?"

"With those divine artifacts you provided, the deities under my command have now each donned a complete set of divine gear!"

"Under the power of these complete sets, their combat strength has surged by no less than four or five times!"

"To put it plainly, my forces—the army under the Cyclic Will—have seen their power multiply by four or five times because of the artifacts you gifted me!"

"Thanks to this, our advance against the Wandering Race has been unstoppable, effortlessly shattering their entire army and reclaiming the territories of the Yellow Springs Domain!"

"If it weren't for this, even if Death Whisperers fell, we would have found it nearly impossible to expand our Yellow Springs Domain by two tenths within just one day!"

"Brother, I truly must thank you!"

The Cycle Will looked at Zhou Zhan, his eyes filled with genuine warmth and contentment.

"If only one day I could wear a complete set of Will Saint Weapons."

The Cycle Will murmured softly, almost wistfully, as the words trailed off.

Then, it glanced at Zhou Zhan.

Zhou Zhan instantly grasped the meaning, and smiled. "If one day I truly manage to assemble a complete set of Will Saint Weapons suitable for you, I'll make sure to present it to you immediately!"

"Deal?"

The Cycle Will's eyes sparkled.

He would never believe such a promise from anyone else.

But if it were said by his own esteemed younger brother, He would believe it utterly.

His most capable subordinates, after all, were the very proof!

Though assembling a complete set of Willful Sacred Instruments was no trivial feat, with this very example before them, it was by no means impossible.

Zhou Zhan nodded.

Once He elevated the Tianyun Emperor to the rank of Supreme Will Master, it was highly likely that He could upgrade the Supreme Sacred Instruments bursting from enemies into Willful Sacred Instruments.

Then, with just a complete set of Willful Sacred Instruments, it would be effortless.

Thus, Zhou Zhan’s agreement came with no pressure at all.

The Cycle of Will treated Him well—what harm in it if He prospered and gifted the other one a set of Willful Sacred Instruments?

Upon seeing Zhou Zhan’s reaction, the Cycle of Will felt immensely satisfied.

Yet He did not forget the matter at hand.

"So, are you planning to move forward with me, or do you have other intentions of your own?"

The Will of the Cycle asked.

"Brother, do you have the current map of the Yellow Springs Domain? Ideally, one showing the military distribution of the Vagabond Clan."

Zhou Zhan inquired.

"Yes!"

"I'll share it directly with you."

The Will of the Cycle nodded, then instantly transmitted the military layout map of the Yellow Springs Domain through his personal terminal, projecting a copy for himself as well.

"My current forces are advancing toward this location," the Will of the Cycle pointed to a place where the Vagabond Clan's presence was particularly dense.

Zhou Zhan studied the map projected before him, pondered for a moment, and finally indicated another spot in the southeast direction.

The power of the Delusional Clan stationed at this location, though inferior to that of the position under attack by the Cycle Will, is nonetheless densely distributed across their military forces.

"Are you certain you wish to launch an assault upon the Death Plain?"

The Cycle Will arched an eyebrow, asking the question.

He knew well the enemy at this position—there were already over one hundred near-omnipotent willful beings present alone. And beyond that, the rest far surpassed the troops brought by Zhou Zhan.

Zhou Zhan nodded without hesitation.

Seeing this, the Cycle Will, though tempted to speak, ultimately remained silent.

He trusted his younger brother utterly—no foolhardy action would be taken.

"Should anything arise, inform me at once, and I will arrive immediately."

The Will of Reincarnation spoke.

"Thank you, elder brother."

Zhou Zhan did not refuse.