Tuoba Ancient God’s confidence stemmed from a strongest weapon temporarily loaned to him by the Insect Race.
As an eleventh-rank being of the fifth tier, Tuoba Ancient God had comprehended the spacetime fifth stage, granting him the ability to begin refining a strongest weapon.
To bolster their presence in the supermassive battlefield, the Insect Race had decided to loan out some of their treasured strongest weapons from their vault. These loans, however, came with the condition of eventual return.
This particular strongest weapon was Tuoba Ancient God’s greatest assurance.
In the time chamber constructed by the Insect Race, Tuoba Ancient God spent thousands of years successfully beginning the refinement process for the weapon.
With the strongest weapon in hand, Tuoba Ancient God felt confident enough to deploy his true body and accept the Insect Race’s invitation. After all, he believed that as long as he wielded the strongest weapon, he was invincible—unless faced with a twelfth-rank being.
Even other eleventh-rank perfected legendary beings wielding strongest weapons could, at most, suppress or drive him away. Killing him outright was another matter entirely.
In the countless eons since the universe’s creation, there had never been a case of an eleventh-rank being wielding a strongest weapon dying at the hands of another eleventh rank.
"You’re confident?" The ancient god who had advised caution fell silent for a moment.
"A strongest weapon is indeed powerful, but your avatar in the two-dimensional world also wielded one, and it still perished."
"The two-dimensional world is not the same as the universe battlefield," Tuoba Ancient God frowned.
"In the two-dimensional world, the power of strongest weapons was suppressed. Otherwise, that human, ‘Blood Rain,’ would never have been able to kill me."
Hearing this, the advising ancient god said no more. His role was only to caution Tuoba Ancient God; whether the advice was heeded was not his concern.
Indeed, strongest weapons offered unparalleled protection, but there were no absolutes. Entering the supermassive battlefield in his true body was undeniably risky.
Watching the advising ancient god depart, Tuoba Ancient God refocused on the strongest weapon within him.
"As long as I assist the Insect Race in gaining an advantage in the supermassive battlefield, I will obtain the treasure I seek. With it, I can not only repair the root damage to my mental will but also take a step further, reaching the perfection of the eleventh rank."
A hint of longing emerged in Tuoba Ancient God’s heart.
Not every eleventh-rank being could achieve perfection. While the fifth tier could technically attempt the ultimate breakthrough, the chances of success were slim. Reaching perfection first was undoubtedly the safer route.
This opportunity was unique. Without the opening of the supermassive battlefield, the Insect Race would never have released the treasure. Tuoba Ancient God understood that this might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
It was this realization that prompted him to risk deploying his true body and accepting the Insect Race’s offer.
"Even without my help, the Insect Race has a good chance of securing an advantage on the battlefield," Tuoba Ancient God thought. As one of the universe’s peak races, the Insect Race’s foundation was unmatched. In the two-dimensional world, their ability to nurture insect warriors had been severely suppressed, reducing their presence.
But on the universe battlefield? That was the Insect Race’s domain, where they could freely produce powerful insect warriors—even preparing countless legions in advance to bring into the fray.
Tuoba Ancient God even believed he could play a minimal role in the battlefield and still acquire the treasure he coveted.
"If I encounter that human ‘Blood Rain’ again, I’ll withdraw immediately," Tuoba Ancient God resolved. He had no interest in revenge.
To him, ‘Blood Rain’ was most likely a perfected eleventh-rank evolver from human civilization. In the supermassive battlefield, ‘Blood Rain’ would undoubtedly wield a strongest weapon. Although Tuoba Ancient God could ensure his survival, there was no point in clashing.
"I’ve also heard that the Milky Way Star Lord has entered the eleventh rank," Tuoba Ancient God’s thoughts shifted. The current situation could largely be attributed to the Milky Way Star Lord.
If not for the Milky Way Star Lord’s rapid rise, which posed a threat to Tuoba Ancient God, he might never have agreed to join the Insect Race in the first place, nor would he have been drawn into the two-dimensional world.
"Advancing to the eleventh rank in such a short time…" A tinge of envy surfaced in Tuoba Ancient God’s heart. As a special lifeform birthed by the universe, his talent was unparalleled—yet he paled in comparison to the Milky Way Star Lord.
It had taken the Milky Way Star Lord only a few hundred years to reach the tenth rank. Tuoba Ancient God, on the other hand, had spent tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of years, to reach the eleventh rank.
"Such rapid progress must come at the cost of unstable foundations. The chances of successfully breaking through to the ultimate rank are slim," Tuoba Ancient God mused, narrowing his eyes.
"If I encounter him in the supermassive battlefield, I’ll make sure he remembers the lesson."
The Milky Way Star Lord’s advancement to the eleventh rank wasn’t entirely a bad thing. At least Tuoba Ancient God believed it increased the likelihood of the Milky Way Star Lord joining the supermassive battlefield.
If the Milky Way Star Lord had remained at the tenth rank, safely under human civilization’s protection, Tuoba Ancient God would never have had the chance to confront him.
Now, however, the opportunity presented itself.
In the territory of the Tianyu Race, at the highest peak, the towering ancestors of the race gazed down.
Numerous eleventh-rank celestial lords stood below. Like other peak races, the Tianyu Race sought to dominate the supermassive battlefield for the immense benefits it promised.
Rustling sounds filled the air as a celestial lord with twenty pairs of wings appeared. She was a stunning woman with a divine aura, crowned with a sacred tiara.
"This time, on the supermassive battlefield, the Tianyu Race will not disappoint the ancestors," the celestial lord declared.
Her name was ‘Celestial Feather Meng.’ To bear the surname ‘Celestial Feather’ signified the highest bloodline nobility, directly linked to the first ancestor’s lineage.
"Beware of the Universe Race," the first ancestor warned from the peak, his voice resonant.
"Understood," Celestial Feather Meng nodded. As the Tianyu Race’s most promising candidate to reach the ultimate rank, she carried the bloodline of the first ancestor. Additionally, she wielded the race’s ultimate weapon—the Angelic Crown.
Even among strongest weapons, the Angelic Crown was top-tier, forged from a treasure that fell from beyond the universe shortly after the first ancestor’s emergence.
Refining this weapon was impossible for perfected eleventh-rank beings; only someone like Celestial Feather Meng, bearing the first ancestor’s bloodline, could wield it.
This bestowed the Angelic Crown immense power, surpassing that of ordinary strongest weapons. Celestial Feather Meng’s combat ability, as a result, exceeded that of other perfected eleventh-rank beings wielding strongest weapons.
Both the Insect Race and Tianyu Race had made extensive preparations for the supermassive battlefield.
Other peak forces, such as the Universe Race and the Starry Sky Alliance, had done the same. Victory on the battlefield would determine the division of universal resources and secret realms for millions of years to come.
Every race and faction held this contest in the highest regard.
At the Xiayou Evolution Tower, Lin Yuan’s yang primordial soul arrived.
By now, numerous eleventh-rank evolvers had gathered. All of them were under the command of Xia Qin, one of the strongest ones.
Human civilization’s nine Evolution Towers each commanded a portion of the evolvers, forming loosely defined factions.
However, internal conflict was minimal due to the guidance of the three goddesses and the nine strongest ones. Most disputes were resolved before they escalated.
"Who is that?"
"That’s the Milky Way Star Lord."
"The Milky Way Star Lord is here too."
Lin Yuan’s arrival immediately drew attention from the gathered eleventh-rank evolvers, many of whom had seen him at the recent gathering.
"Milky Way Star Lord," Vice Tower Master Nalan approached, greeting Lin Yuan warmly.
"Do you recognize many of these evolvers?" Nalan asked, pulling Lin Yuan aside.
"Not really," Lin Yuan admitted. As eleventh-rank evolvers, most were prominent figures within human civilization and had hosted their own celebrations upon advancing.
"These evolvers were secretly cultivated by the strongest ones," Nalan explained, having recently learned this himself.
"I see," Lin Yuan nodded, scanning the crowd. He could faintly sense the presence of strongest weapons within some of them.
In human civilization, any fifth-tier eleventh-rank evolver was typically equipped with a strongest weapon. These, too, were loans that had to be returned after leaving the supermassive battlefield.
Xia Qin had once offered Lin Yuan a strongest weapon, but he declined. He already possessed several and felt that providing another to a deserving evolver would be more beneficial.
As time passed, more evolvers approached to greet Lin Yuan. Being part of the Xiayou Evolution Tower naturally fostered camaraderie.
A month later…
With a hum, an imposing figure appeared, emanating the overwhelming pressure of a strongest one.
"A strongest one."
All the gathered eleventh-rank evolvers stood and turned to Xia Qin.
"The time has come," Xia Qin announced, his gaze sweeping over the group.
"I need not emphasize the importance of the supermassive battlefield."
He paused briefly before continuing, "Now, I will make the assignments."
Xia Qin’s tone was calm but commanding.
"All evolvers of the Xiayou Evolution Tower will follow the command of one individual on the battlefield."
This directive was essential for maximizing effectiveness in interstellar wars, even for eleventh-rank beings.
"The Milky Way Star Lord."
Xia Qin’s words were steady as his gaze fell on Lin Yuan, seated in the corner.
The room fell silent. The gathered eleventh-rank evolvers looked in astonishment at the newly advanced Milky Way Star Lord.
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