Chapter 1715: Supreme Immortal - Zhou Zhou! (The Finale)

Chapter 1715 - Supreme Immortality - Zhou Zhou! (Final Chapter)

"When do you plan to begin?"

Hao Ri Xuan Di asked.

"Time is not on our side—let's begin now."

Zhou Shili said.

"Now?"

Hao Ri Xuan Di was stunned, "How can we possibly start now?"

Zhou Shili said nothing, instead fixing his gaze upon Hao Ri Xuan Di's eyes.

"Yellow Heaven Master!"

He spoke in a low, resonant tone—though it was meant only for Hao Ri Xuan Di, the voice echoed across the entire Yellow Heaven Cosmic Realm.

"At this moment, why wait any longer?"

Hao Ri Xuan Di froze.

The next instant,

He sensed a peculiar will-origin force stirring within his transcendence core—then, that very force surged out, bursting from his core, breaking free of his body, and vanishing into the void.

At the same time,

The Master of Zǐwēi and the Patriarch of Heavenly Demon Sect experienced the exact same phenomenon.

In that instant, both of them simultaneously realized what had just occurred.

What had just emerged from their transcendence cores was none other than the fragmented will-origin essence hidden within them—by the Yellow Heaven Sect Master!

Now, with these three fragmented will-origin essences finally reunited, there could be only one consequence:

The Yellow Heaven Sect Master would manifest himself!

"How could the Yellow Heaven Master appear at this very moment?"

"Who was that voice just now?!?"

"Damn it!"

The Heavenly Demon Patriarch gnashed his teeth, "This doesn't align with my previously planned scheme!"

"Who could be so audacious as to disrupt my carefully laid plans?"

"The Prince of the Common People."

The voice of Hao Ri Xuan Di echoed, "No one can stop it—let us simply watch the grand performance unfold."

"After the performance, whether we live or die shall be decided by these two."

Upon hearing this, both the Heavenly Demon Patriarch and the Master of Zui Wei felt deeply frustrated, yet there was nothing they could do.

"Was it you who did this, wasn't it?!"

The Tiānmó Dao Patriarch suddenly glared at Hao Ri Xuan Di.

"Now discussing these matters is utterly meaningless," said Hao Ri Xuan Di. "What matters is the outcome between these two formidable beings right now."

The Tiānmó Dao Patriarch remained silent.

The Ziwei Sovereign said nothing either.

These three beings of transcendent will stood at their respective positions, gazing upward at the vast expanse of Huangtian, their expressions tense yet tinged with anticipation.

...

Zhou Shíliu looked toward the figure in yellow robes standing at a distance, its face obscured by a swirling mass of black mist.

"Master of Huangtian," said Zhou Shíliu.

"Divine Emperor of the People."

The Master of Huang Tian spoke slowly, "The things you have done within my vast Huang Tian cosmos—I know them all."

"I originally did not intend to intervene. After all, a great cosmos is merely a matter of my will—something I could create with a single thought."

"But why, precisely, did you disturb my slumber?"

"It was only a promise made to one of my friends—to return his freedom."

Zhou Shiyu replied calmly.

"Return his freedom," said the Master of Huang Tian. "He is, in truth, my own manifestation. What then, is there to speak of freedom?"

"You are already dead."

"I can come back to life."

Zhou Shixi shook his head, feeling as though he had wasted too much time speaking.

"I offer you two choices."

"Either resist to the end, and I will send you to true death."

"Or submit to me, and perhaps in the future you might genuinely glimpse the hope of ascending to immortality."

"Choose one."

Zhou Shixi was unaware whether Huang Tian, the Dao Master, was observing him.

Yet he felt, with startling clarity, that Huang Tian was now gazing at him with a look of profound astonishment—almost as if he could not believe that he had just spoken those words.

"You are too confident," Huang Tian had not finished speaking.

Boom!

Zhou Shizhi directly activated the King, and only bestowed upon himself the power of a will-transcendent master of the supreme tier.

Yet even so,

The combined power of all eighty-four will-transcendent masters, amplified by fifty thousand times, equaled four hundred and twenty thousand will-transcendent masters.

What is it like when four hundred and twenty thousand will-transcendent masters suddenly unleash their full force in front of a single master?

Yellow Heaven's Master felt he had a very personal insight.

He sensed that every fragment of willpower within his very being was screaming for him to kneel.

Because this was a force he could not possibly resist.

If he dared to resist, there would be only one outcome.

He would step into true death.

"What... what kind of power is this?"

The Master of the Yellow Heaven looked at Zhou Shiliu, his eyes filled with disbelief and sheer bewilderment.

Zhou Shiliu offered no explanation, choosing only to ask, "Back then, what gave you the audacity to attempt the breakthrough to immortality?"

"I held a secret technique of immortality in my hands, one that could temporarily grant me power on par with the quasi-eternal immortal realm."

"At the time, I realized that I could never ascend to the quasi-eternal immortal realm on my own merits. Once I acquired that secret technique, I resolved to stake it all and attempt the ascension to immortality while still at the level of a high-tier transcendent will."

"In the end, I failed. My body perished and my Dao dissolved. I was forced to split myself into three, parasitizing my own incarnations in the hope that I might one day reclaim my life."

After a few seconds of silence, the Master of the Yellow Heaven spoke these words.

So that was it.

A sudden clarity dawned in Zhou Shiliu's heart.

No wonder this fellow had dared to force an ascension to immortality when he was nothing more than a high-tier transcendent will powerhouse.

It was indeed this secret technique.

"Do you think, when you reach the state of near-immortality, you could defeat me?"

The Yellow Sky Dao Master remained silent for a long while, then shook his head.

"What if it were the Great Everlasting Emperor?"

"He once only won ten strikes against me—using the technique of immortality."

"He would never stand a chance against Your Highness."

Zhou Shiyu's heart steadied.

Indeed.

Now His power could crush every so-called near-immortal master within this ultimate void cosmos.

"Give me the technique."

Zhou Shizhi spoke first.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Master Huang, with a compliant expression, gently handed over his immortal secret technique to Zhou Shizhi.

Zhou Shizhi received it, glanced at it briefly, and his brow slightly lifted.

For he realized that this immortal-level secret technique was specifically designed to enhance true immortality and strengthen power.

To use such a technique on Master Huang—a superior will transcendent cultivator—was, without a doubt, a waste.

A fine thing.

In his mind, he assessed it, recorded it, and then casually tossed it into his first treasure vault.

"Your previous posture—did you already decide to submit to me?"

Zhou Shizhi asked.