The moment the avatar carrying all the Strongest weapons entered the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm, Lin Yuan knew the task was secure.
Even if his Yang Primordial Spirit perished on the battlefield, these Strongest weapons would remain entirely his, beyond the reach of the twelfth-rank beings of other races.
“Next, there’s one more thing to confirm,” Lin Yuan thought as he moved to the deepest and safest part of the secret realm.
With a swoosh, his Yin Primordial Spirit descended, appearing in the same location.
“Master,” said a six-armed figure who appeared, bowing slightly toward Lin Yuan. He had been summoned by Lin Yuan.
“As the ‘spirit’ of this secret realm, you should be able to determine if any of these twelfth-rank weapons contain leftover marks or techniques, right?” Lin Yuan asked, looking at the six-armed figure and handing him a spatial bracelet.
The more than six hundred Strongest weapons acquired from the super-large battlefield were sourced from various peak racial forces. It was possible that some carried hidden techniques or traps.
To be completely certain, Lin Yuan decided to have them thoroughly inspected.
The six-armed figure was the ‘spirit’ of the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm, created by the Mysterious Sovereign himself. While not strong in direct combat, his ability to sense alien energy was far superior to Lin Yuan’s.
“Let me check,” the six-armed figure replied, taking the spatial bracelet and beginning to examine the Strongest weapons within, using the power of the secret realm.
“So many twelfth-rank weapons?” the six-armed figure thought, slightly shocked. While such weapons were nothing in the heyday of the Mysterious Sovereign’s lineage, they were remarkable within the current universe.
He quickly focused and began inspecting each weapon carefully.
A short time later, the six-armed figure handed the bracelet back and respectfully reported, “Master, none of the twelfth-rank weapons contain any lingering energy or techniques.”
“Got it,” Lin Yuan nodded.
In truth, if any of these weapons did contain hidden techniques, they likely would have been activated during Lin Yuan’s earlier battles against the eleventh-rank beings. Since nothing had been triggered, it was highly unlikely that any traps remained.
Still, Lin Yuan trusted the six-armed figure’s inspection for peace of mind. While the six-armed figure might lack the combat strength of a twelfth-rank being, his sensory abilities were unparalleled. Only a Chaos Realm powerhouse could hope to bypass his detection.
However, Chaos Realm powerhouses were exceedingly rare, with none emerging during a single cosmic epoch. If the eleven peak racial forces possessed such an existence, human civilization would already have been subjugated.
“You may leave,” Lin Yuan said to the six-armed figure.
“Yes,” the six-armed figure replied, vanishing from sight.
“I’ll store these Strongest weapons here,” Lin Yuan decided as he placed the spatial bracelet in a corner alongside other Strongest weapons and the Twelve Star Treasures.
At the moment, Lin Yuan had no shortage of Strongest weapons. To ensure smooth operations on the super-large battlefield, he had equipped his Yang Primordial Spirit with several suitable Strongest weapons.
For Lin Yuan, the worst-case scenario was the loss of his Yang Primordial Spirit and a few Strongest weapons. Such losses were entirely acceptable. He could easily reform his Yang Primordial Spirit, and before entering the battlefield, he had already prepared over thirty Strongest weapons.
In the super-large battlefield, within the war base of the Human Civilization Alliance, Lin Yuan sat cross-legged in the control room as Xuanyuan Dou and other human evolvers stood below, reporting on the latest battlefield developments.
“Milky Way Star Lord, we have now secured the Victory Altar at the center of the battlefield. As long as we hold it for a hundred years, we will gain the first war dominion,” Xuanyuan Dou reported respectfully.
At this moment, he regarded Lin Yuan as a superior figure, a feeling shared by other eleventh-rank consummate evolvers present. They were all in awe of Lin Yuan, whose effortless annihilation of tens of thousands of alien eleventh ranks remained vivid in their minds.
Lin Yuan’s presence gave off an aura reminiscent of a Strongest one, who viewed eleventh ranks as mere ants.
“The Victory Altar,” Lin Yuan said as he opened his eyes, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
Typically, wars involving the twelve peak racial forces were brutal struggles, with one eventual victor claiming the Victory Altar. The victor would then face counterattacks from other peak forces. If the altar remained occupied for a hundred years, the war would officially end, granting dominion to the victor.
However, this ideal scenario rarely occurred. In most cases, the altar changed hands multiple times, prolonging wars for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
“I’ll head to the Victory Altar myself,” Lin Yuan declared. The duration of the altar’s occupation was critical to ending the war, and his presence would ensure its defense was impenetrable.
After Xia Qin’s reminder, Lin Yuan knew the other eleven peak racial forces wouldn’t surrender easily. Whether for dominion or the hundreds of Strongest weapons in Lin Yuan’s possession, they would not relent.
For peak racial forces, the loss of dominion was significant but reversible. However, the loss of hundreds of Strongest weapons was irreversible and catastrophic.
After the briefing, Xuanyuan Dou and the others respectfully withdrew.
“The Victory Altar,” Lin Yuan murmured, gazing in its direction. Its faint and mysterious aura allowed him to pinpoint its exact location.
The appearance of the Victory Altar was designed to intensify competition among the peak racial forces.
“I wonder what methods the alien twelfth ranks will use against me,” Lin Yuan thought with a relaxed mindset. With all the Strongest weapons safely stored in the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm, even the most dire battlefield scenarios would leave him with a significant net gain.
The foundation of his gains was already secured.
In the Universe Clan’s territory, within a hidden domain, a vast and majestic world stretched out. At its center stood an imposing palace, emanating the primordial aura of the universe’s birth.
Before the palace, a figure appeared, entering to kneel before the towering figure seated within.
“Greetings, Sovereign,” the figure said.
The twelfth-rank ultimate beings of the Universe Clan were called ‘Sovereigns,’ symbolizing supreme authority.
“Rise,” the Sovereign commanded.
“What are your thoughts on the Milky Way Star Lord?” he asked, looking down at the kneeling figure.
The kneeling figure was Fan Gao Mo, the Universe Clan’s strongest eleventh rank, wielding one of the clan’s ancestral weapons. He had been hiding on the battlefield, constantly on guard against the Milky Way Star Lord.
“Sovereign, the Milky Way Star Lord is too powerful. Even if I forcefully wield the ancestral weapon, I feel incapable of opposing him,” Fan Gao Mo admitted, his tone tinged with despair.
As one of the universe’s earliest races, the Universe Clan’s pride was unparalleled. While they respected the Calamity Race, they looked down on other peak forces. However, the Milky Way Star Lord made Fan Gao Mo acutely aware of the futility of such pride in the face of absolute power.
“The Milky Way Star Lord is indeed formidable. Even with the ultimate foundations of human civilization at his disposal, the strength and focus required to wield them are beyond your reach,” the Sovereign acknowledged before continuing, “But no matter how strong he is, he remains an eleventh-rank being and can be dealt with.”
“Sovereign, are you planning…?” Fan Gao Mo asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Go to our treasury with my decree and retrieve Item No. 84,” the Sovereign ordered.
Following discussions among the ultimate twelfth ranks of the eleven peak racial forces, a consensus had been reached: within the next hundred years, they would unite to kill the Milky Way Star Lord’s avatar and reclaim all the Strongest weapons.
The Universe Clan’s decision to use Item No. 84 from their treasury mirrored similar decisions by other peak forces, each deploying comparable artifacts to counter the Milky Way Star Lord.
“Item No. 84?” Fan Gao Mo gasped. While not an ancestral weapon, Item No. 84’s instantaneous power surpassed even ancestral weapons.
Ancestral weapons excelled against twelfth ranks, but Item No. 84 was unparalleled against anything below that level. Even twelfth ranks had to treat it with caution.
“You may leave,” the Sovereign said, waving his hand dismissively.
Moments later, Fan Gao Mo was teleported outside the palace.
“Item No. 84,” Fan Gao Mo thought, his spirits lifted as the immense pressure brought by the Milky Way Star Lord began to dissipate.
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