Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies

The ships numbering in the tens of thousands flew across the gloomy, dusky skies like a bee formation. To onlookers, it was like a cascade of colors and comets traveling across the skies. If this was the mortal world, the awe and wishes given to these ships would be undoubtedly vast in number.

On the deck of the Ruin Emperor’s Skyship were nine individuals. Their auras were condensed, heavenly, and profound. Despite not leaking out their aura, the surrounding heavenly essence quivered in their presence. With a thought, it seemed they could harness power equalling the heavens!

They were the Nine Monarchs of the Ouroboros Alliance. Shockingly, The Ruin Emperor’s aura wasn’t the strongest, nor did his position indicate his status as the highest. Instead, a pale, young girl with archaic-looking and profound black tattoos on her cheeks held that position.

She had short obsidian colored hair and eyes. A small frame looking no more than twelve years of age, light cherry lips, donning an imperial robe befitting an Empress in looks. If she didn’t have an aged aura, many would believe she had the makings of a beauty if she grew up.

Beside each one of these individuals were elites of varying genders and races. They stood loyally behind their respective leaders. Behind the Ruin Emperor was that voluptuous, vixen of a woman who was the daughter of the Ruin Emperor. Her eyes were lowered, her head hung slightly, and she emitted a restrained and respectful aura. It wasn’t just her but all the others beside the Nine Monarchs were in similar stances.

A woman dressed modestly in crimson with auburn hair, slim and tall figure, and two small peaks that held its own allure stood proudly about. Her aura was sharp and fiery. Yan Zaizen would notice this aura as the First Phase Heavenly Creation Realm expert who had struck intending to take his life.

Her jade-like skin was nearly perfect with a small sword mark on her left cheek. This mark seemed to pulsate with a frightening sword energy.

Another woman stood next to her, her aura more reserved, wearing a purple robe that tightly accentuated her figure, and eyes that were like stars in the sky. Her skin was caramel, soft and seemingly with the perfect texture imaginable, but behind her back was two thin, furled wings that seemed to have an immense wingspan.

Yan Zaizen would recall that she had spoken towards his actions as well.

There was also an old man dressed in milky white with pure white eyes and a closed, horizontal slit on his forehead. He had a very aged aura, one that seemed ever-close to death. However, upon closer inspection, he gave off a feeling of the everlasting.

There was also a young, elegantly dressed man with a perpetual smile on his face, but his looks were merely average. If anything stood out had to be that fact he was barefoot. His feet had veins protruding out of it as if he was exerting all of his force. They squirmed from time to time.

Two twins were also there. If Yan Zaizen saw these two twins, he would be startled. They were dressed in knight’s armor, one in green and the other in orange. They looked exactly like the two knights he had captured before. Above their heads were a lotus flower and a tiny axe, for green and orange respectively.

The last of the Nine Monarchs was a middle-aged man, his skin was silver, his eyes were emerald, and three horns reached the sky proudly atop his forehead. If Yan Zaizen saw this man, he would be quite taken aback. This person looked incredibly similar to the Oneuli Empire’s Crown Prince!

The Oneuli Empire’s Emperor!!

The nine of them stood in discussion, the little girl taking the lead.

"You’ve upped the time table for the operation; I hope this brat is worth it." Her voice was cold and ancient, completely unlike her youthful and beautiful appearance. The surrealism made cause one to lose themselves in their disbelief.

The Ruin Emperor calmly replied, "An Eighth-Floor Rebirth Heavenly Cultivator is fate, and it is more than enough for us to move up the table. He will be a key to our success. In fact, the earlier we act, the higher our chances." He felt his reasoning was sound, and his tone held absolute confidence.

Not many knew of the power of an Imperial Law-based Heavenly Shrine at the Heavenly Commander level, but it’s unlikely a First Phase Heavenly Creation expert who established a Mortal Minor Heaven would be their match. In fact, the difference in power may be so massive that a thought might be able to drown them in death.

The heavens were fair. The more difficult a law to comprehend, the stronger its power. A Mortal Law was the weakest, a World Law could be considered dozens of times stronger, but hundreds of times more difficult, while an Imperial Law could be regarded as thousands of times stronger, but a million times more difficult.

In this vast world, a majority, a vast majority establish their Heaven with Mortal Laws, and build up on that. Only the elites, favored sons and daughters of heaven, could do so with a World Law.

Ezekiel had an expert who comprehended the Wood Law, and if it weren’t for the Celestial Relocation Order and home field geological advantage, Dracula Vladislaus, the Realmlord of the Crimson Devil Realm and First Phase Heavenly Creation expert, who comprehended the Mortal Law of Blood, would’ve lost easily.

This was why Heavenly Gods or candidates comprehended Imperial Laws, such as the Heavenly God of Rebirth or Genesis who was Ezekiel’s father, a Law combining Creation and Destruction. It brought about an immense advantage.

The old man softly said, his words slow and archaic, "I...agree...with...the...Ruin...Emperor." Those words seemed to consume a lot of energy as he didn’t elaborate.

The young girl side-eyed this old man, the others also looked at him and had a calm gazes, but their eyes hid a well-concealed caution. If one noticed their gazes, they would see that their eyes would be trembling slightly as if they wanted to look up but struggled not to. The slit on his forehead seemed to mysteriously draw them in.

The only ones not affected was the Oneuli Emperor, the woman with wings, and the Ruin Emperor. The others, including the knights, which eyes couldn’t be seen, was quivering slightly.

The woman in purple spoke, "I do as well." Her words seemed to ripple and diffused whatever mysterious power that restrained the others attention. The crimson-robed woman couldn’t help but throw the woman a look of gratitude.

Amongst the Nine Monarchs, she was most definitely the weakest as she had just recently broke through her cultivation. The only reason she was pulled into this venture was timing and her strength. An extra man wouldn’t hurt any operation.

"I see. This person must be quite special." The young girl coldly said.

The Ruin Emperor heaved a soft sigh of relief in his heart. "Then, shall we begin?"

As he said this, the others turned towards the north. A black shadow loomed over the horizon. It was like a mountain in the distance, reaching the skies of the region. It seemed a touch away despite the vast distance between them.

This shadow seemed to expand and contract as if it were breathing. It was rhythmic and steady.

At this time, Yan Zaizen walked out of the Ruin Emperor’s World Palace with Yri directly beside him. It had been two months since his agreement. His aura was calm, steady, and the light in his gaze was bright and lively. A smile crept on his lips.

He looked towards the horizon, a black shadow looming in the distance.

Yri’s eyes burned with an intriguing light, "there she is."

Yan Zaizen nodded.

The All-Immortal Dragon was that tremendously massive shadow that seemed like it could become a mountain.

While his eyes gazed at the All-Immortal Dragon, at the black shadow were two incomparably large eyes that turned towards the hive of skyships. Reflected in its pupils was a young man, handsome and sturdy, with eyes that seemed like the perfect orbs of color and purity.

This was Yan Zaizen!

"I waited billions of years...Glaurung...you better not have lied to me..." A calm voice resounded in a language that no one could understand, at a frequency that no one could hear, the Dragon Language!