Chapter 1612: Flow Swamp Divine Kingdom!

Chapter 1612: The Divine Kingdom of Quagmire!

"Brother."

The Will of Samsara could not help but ask, "Could it be that these Sacred Will Artifacts were also created by that Lord Talent of yours?"

"No."

Zhou Zhan shook his head, caught between tears and laughter. He had not expected the matter of his Lord Talent to be so widely renowned. "These are all spoils of war seized from the Martial Emperor. Some of them are of no use to me, so I brought them out to see if you might have a need for them, brother."

Hearing this, the Will of Samsara let out a sigh of relief.

If his virtuous younger brother could truly create so many Sacred Will Artifacts, they might as well stop calling each other brothers; he would be utterly willing to call him father instead!

After all, as long as one possessed enough Sacred Will Artifacts, even experts of the Will Transcendence Realm could be invited to lend their aid, and one could even trade them for a heritage of the Will Transcendence Realm.

After all, even within the entirety of the Ultimate Void Grand Universe, the number of Sacred Will Artifacts was exceedingly scarce.

The Supreme Will had roamed the Ultimate Void Grand Universe for countless years, yet given his power and status, had he not similarly failed to bring back many Sacred Will Artifacts for the Will Transcendence Realm experts of the Supreme Grand Universe?

How scarce the Will Sanctifiers truly are!

If Zhou Zhan indeed possessed a number of Will Sanctifiers so vast they could not be counted, his status could instantly rival—if not surpass—Tian Chen God King, the first reserve of the Supreme Lord!

He had wealth!

Real power to do as he wished!

Yet, upon regaining his composure, the Cycle Will held even greater admiration for his younger brother.

Emperor of Martial Might possessed so many Will Sanctifiers—though even the lower-tier ones—his strength would be formidable, beyond reckoning.

Yet, his younger brother still cut him down in the midst of battle!

His younger brother’s might was beyond doubt!

Then, without hesitation, the Cycle Will immediately began selecting among the sixteen Will Sanctifiers.

Soon,

He then selected three of the sacred artifacts of will, simply acknowledged his master, and directly equipped them upon himself.

"Is that all?"

Zhou Zhan exclaimed in surprise.

Of the sixteen artifacts of will in his hands, only a few could currently be put to use— the rest were utterly beyond his capacity to utilize alone. Why not lend them out instead, to avoid wasting them in his possession?

Facing seven enemies of the Supreme Will, even Zhou Zhan, with all his resolve, would have wanted to give it his all— including lending out every single artifact of will he possessed, to increase his chances of victory!

"Enough,"

The Will of Cycles chuckled. "With these three artifacts of will, I now possess a complete set."

"Any more would serve me no purpose."

"Ha ha ha..."

"Such a wise brother!"

"With these three sacred relics of will you have provided, I feel far more confident in my task of delaying those supreme beings of the Will Realm!"

"I believe the success rate of our plan this time has increased by at least twenty percent!"

Zhou Zhan nodded with a smile, and after the two of them deliberated over the finer details, the Samsara Will left behind a duplicate map of the Underworld Realm before taking his departure.

Zhou Zhan did not leave immediately, choosing instead to gaze upon the realm map before him, his eyes settling on a region known as the 'Black Prefecture Marsh.'

This was a place of high notoriety within the Underworld Domain, a gathering ground for a vast multitude of heinous and wicked souls who were barred from reincarnation!

They congregated upon the Black Prefecture Marsh of the Underworld Domain, forming various factions of alternating sizes, locked in perpetual warfare against one another.

Following the descent of the Illusionary Race, they too had launched fierce assaults upon the Black Prefecture Marsh, yet they were met with stubborn resistance from these defiant and sinister factions of the Black Prefecture.

Although the conflict ultimately concluded with the Illusionary Race gaining the upper hand, the Black Prefecture Marsh remained one of the few regions within the Underworld Domain that had not been completely subjugated by them.

Nevertheless, the Illusionary Race was simply too formidable for these minor factions to resist indefinitely.

Should they be left to their own devices, it would not be long before this place was inevitably overrun by the Illusionary Race, falling entirely into their possession!

And it was precisely for this reason that Zhou Zhan had chosen to focus his attention here—not because the area had not been completely conquered—but because it housed three of the seven Supreme Will Realm masters from the Illusory Clan!

Led by one mid-tier Supreme Will Realm master of the Illusory Clan, and supplemented by two lower-tier Supreme Will Realm masters from the same clan.

According to his discussions with the Cycle Will, when the Cycle Will began to serve as the target, drawing these masters toward it, Black State Swamp—being the farthest from other Supreme Will Realm masters—combined with the Cycle Will deliberately guiding their pursuit paths—would make these three Supreme Will Realm masters the most likely to become isolated.

At that moment!

Once the Cycle Will began formulating its plan, Zhou Zhan would strike and eliminate these three Supreme Will Realm masters. In that case, the plan they had been discussing would succeed by a large margin.

"Three Supreme Will Realm masters!"

"Each of them carries at least one Will Sacred Artifact!"

"It feels challenging, but not insurmountable."

Zhou Zhan murmured to himself.

After the battle against the Martial Emperor, he had gained a clearer understanding of his own strength.

Although the three Supreme Will realm powerhouses cut an intimidating figure, there remained a significant chance he could slay them all within a fleeting moment.

"Begin the operation."

Zhou Zhan put away the copy of the Yellow Springs Domain Map and immediately led the great army toward the Black Continent Swamp.

...

The Black Continent Swamp.

Streaks of law skills flashed wantonly across this marshland where the undead rarely ventured, like dancing meteors.

Above the Sinful Swamp.

Two factions were locked in a mortal war.

Occupying the highest vantage point, launching a commanding assault alongside cosmic battleships, was the army of the Falsehood Clan!

Meanwhile, stationed below, utilizing the city walls as defensive fortifications to launch counterattacks, was the Flowing Swamp Divine Kingdom, one of the three major factions of the Black Continent Swamp.

This divine realm was, in fact, a primary domain of a chief god's lordship!

From the battlefield's perspective, the Flowmire Divine Nation had already fallen into an absolute disadvantage—its national protective walls, battered relentlessly by the concept-based divine powers of the Illusory Clan, had been shattered in half. The undead armies defending and counterattacking within the nation had lost over eighty percent of their numbers!

Had it not been for the surviving undead, all of whom were powerful figures from the Flowmire Nation, sacrificing their very souls to hold the line, the Flowmire Nation would have been utterly annihilated under the overwhelming assault of the Illusory Clan.

Yet the current situation was equally dire.

Anyone with even a passing glance could see that soon, after these remaining defenders perished, the Flowmire Nation would have no capacity to resist at all.

Among those clinging to resistance, one figure stood out—thin and frail, bearing a body marked with crimson penal tattoos. Time and again, he had leapt from the nation’s protective walls, engaging in fierce combat with the elite of the Illusory Clan, returning battered and wounded, only to receive treatment from the highest god of his own nation before preparing for the next assault.

"Damn it!"

"Just now, that near-omnipotent divine being from the Illusory Clan sneaked up on me and struck me down—otherwise, I could have killed at least ten of those returning fighters and come back to heal!"

The Flowmire Lord, receiving treatment, cursed furiously.

The other highest gods surrounding him echoed the rage.

After cursing, they burst into laughter.

At that moment, a group of attendants hurried in with vast quantities of exquisite delicacies, laid them down, and then swiftly departed.

"Things have come to this—let's eat, let's eat."

"Replenish our divine power, and then we'll go after them!"

Upon saying this, the Lord of Flowing Mire immediately sat down at the table and began to eat.

The other Supreme Deities showed no restraint, seating themselves beside the Lord of Flowing Mire and sharing the meal together.

"I've been telling you—this clan of delusions actually follows strict rules."

"I've sensed the presence of Supreme Will Beings behind them, and there are more than one. Yet they choose not to intervene, instead sending us to fight their subordinates."

The Lord of Flowing Mire chuckled, "If those Supreme Will Beings had stepped in, I’d have already perished."

"To the higher-tier deities among them, we are merely mobile achievements—military gains that move from place to place. The Supreme Will Beings would never compete with their subordinates for such gains. That’s why they stay back, letting us fight their underlings."

A supreme deity explained.

"What do their purposes matter?" Another supreme deity scoffed. "Since their ultimate will has not sent any of their strongest beings forth, we shall drag a few supreme deities from the Fanciful Race into the afterlife to accompany us as mourners!"

"Pull one and we break even; pull two and we make a profit!"

The supreme deities nodded in unison, fully agreeing with this statement.

"The Dark God Sovereign has fallen."

At that very moment,

a supreme deity from the Marshlands Godrealm suddenly spoke.

The words barely echoed through the air before the gathering deities, still in the midst of heated discussion, fell silent for a single breath—then resumed their eating as if nothing had happened.

"I will avenge him."

The Marshlands God Sovereign bit down on a divine delicacy, his teeth clenched with fury.

Other supreme deities also made their pledges.

They said nothing about surrender, what to do if they lost, or whether to flee.

They seemed like warriors who had cast aside life and death, facing their inevitable fates with calm resolve.

"How much of the restorative elixir remains?"

The Lord of Flowing Mire casually asked.

"Not much—perhaps just another hour before we can no longer sustain ourselves."

The supreme deity in charge of logistics replied casually.

"So we have another hour to live?"

The Lord of Flowing Mire burst into laughter. "Then let us eat quickly! This delicious fare may be our last meal when our souls finally dissolve."

"And what of that?"

Another Supreme Deity shrugged carelessly, "We'll eat with our fallen brothers down below."

"Are you out of your mind?"

The Lord of Flowing Mire scoffed, "We're both undead now. After our souls have shattered, what does 'below' even mean?"

"What if there is?"

This Supreme Deity countered his sovereign.

"Idiot!"

The Lord of Flowing Mire snarled.

With souls scattered and gone, where is there even a 'below'?

The one being scolded didn't care, and boldly reached for the delicacies before the Lord of Flowing Mire.

The Lord of Flowing Mire, ignoring all decorum, grabbed the food alongside his opponent.

Thus, the delicious meal was consumed amidst the laughter, curses, and exchanges of intelligence among the gods.

"Eat enough—let's go!"

The God of Flowing Mire wiped his mouth and grasped his weapon, ready to charge back into battle.

The other Supreme Deities followed suit, rising into the sky with their chief.

But as soon as they spotted their enemies, their expressions subtly shifted.

Three beings radiating terrifying power loomed high above, like supreme deities observing the mortal realm with cold indifference.

"The supreme will of the Deluded Clan…"

The God of Flowing Mire gritted his teeth.

What in the world was going on?

Didn't these beings have been staying out of combat before?

How could they suddenly step forward now?

In truth, these Three Sovereigns of Supreme Will find themselves somewhat helpless.

By nature, they would never engage in combat with such beings as the Supreme Deities. After all, beneath their authority stood their own Supreme Deities—precisely those entrusted to them by the Sovereigns of Supreme Will. These Deities served as both a test of their strength and a means to accumulate military merit, thereby elevating their own standing. To intervene directly would be to act with arrogance, to dominate the lesser.

Yet, circumstances had shifted.

The fall of the Martial Emperor had ignited furious wrath in the Unyielding King!

He issued an order: dispatch all Sovereigns of Supreme Will, leading their subordinates, to locate the Imperial Sovereign of Life and the Will of Cycles, and eliminate them without delay.

To fulfill this command and swiftly find the Imperial Sovereign of Life and the Will of Cycles, they could not remain in one place indefinitely. And these beings from the Flowing Mire Nation had resisted with relentless fury—dying in the face of certain doom, refusing to yield.

Thus, they were forced to act personally, even if it meant disrupting the growth of their subordinates. The war, long overdue to end, must now be concluded—no matter the cost.

"Brothers, it seems we won't be able to drag the enemy across the battlefield to join us in the afterlife."

The River Mire God cracked a smile.

Then His expression grew solemn.

"Nevertheless!"

"Even if the forces we face are far greater than ours."

"We absolutely cannot disgrace ourselves!"

"Even if we fall, we must fall on the path of advancing toward them!"

"Let those foreign invaders from another world witness it!"

"What exactly does it mean to be fearless and unyielding?"

"The River Mire God—there is no coward among us!!!"

As the final words slipped from his lips, he couldn't help but think of his fallen subordinates, their names echoing like shadows in the wind. His eyes filled with tears, and he roared with fury.

"Flowing Mire Kingdom—there is no coward among us!!!"

His subordinates joined in, roaring in unison, none of the Supreme Deities showing the slightest sign of retreat.

This was a battle where either he dies, or I live—an existence forged in fire!

They had long come to understand this truth.

Thus, not one of them wavered.

Faced with the Flowing Mire Kingdom's surging resolve, the leading figure—a lower Supreme Will-being from the Illusory Clan, known as the "Lord of Consuming Spirits"—clapped his hands in admiration. "What a magnificent scene! Truly worthy of praise—such courage, such brotherhood!"

"Let's not waste another moment. Clear this place swiftly, then we must leave immediately and seek out the Great King of Fearlessness."

Another mid-level Supreme Will-being, the "Stone Spirit Sovereign," spoke coldly: "The Great King of Fearlessness has already spotted that rogue Will-being from the Cycle of Rebirth. All other Supreme Will-beings have already gone after him. We've lingered here far too long. If we delay any further, we won't even get a sip of soup!"

"Yes!!!"

The Lord of Spirit Devouring and another powerhouse of the lesser Supreme Will realm inclined their heads.

They held little interest in the military merits of a Supreme God, yet their desire for those borne by a fellow entity of the Supreme Will realm was profound indeed.