Realm of Gods Response, Marshal of the Central Altar Starts the Ultimate Team

The phenomena within the Void Expanse were so vast that they not only alarmed Chen Yi but also stirred every Great Luo-level powerhouse in the current era!

In the chaotic flows of the void, the Primordial Abyssal Matriarchs of the Cosmic Tier simultaneously opened their eyes.

"Ooooh, what a tantalizing scent..."

Originally Great Luo beings of the Divine Realm, they had undergone eerie mutations and were cast into the void by the Immortal Realm as universal scavengers, devouring all aberrant worlds.

Of course, they didn’t discriminate—normal worlds were fair game too. Whichever dared to rise too conspicuously would be swallowed, with all karmic consequences conveniently dumped on the Divine Realm while the Immortal Realm reaped the benefits!

However, due to their feral state, the Immortal Realm’s control over them was tenuous at best. Especially after Wuji ascended and enacted the policy of seclusion and border closure, these formidable Abyssal Matriarchs had nearly spiraled into a frenzy of unchecked rampage!

Thus, upon catching the overwhelming aura of a supreme treasure’s emergence, hordes of Abyssal Matriarchs surged toward the source of the disturbance.

Divine Realm, the Abyssal Ruins.

Xie Buruo and Ye Ancai were engaged in a spirited bout of free-form boxing, exemplifying the epitome of brotherly affection.

Previously, Xie Buruo had been forced to grovel despite his Great Luo status—since he needed a favor. But the other party had taken the bribes without delivering, a true glutton!

Now that the crisis was resolved and they were, in a way, accomplices, a friendly spar between comrades was only natural!

"Brother, I surrender! I don’t want any more, alright?"

Ye Ancai, face swollen and bruised, clutched a pile of high-grade resources, tears and snot streaming down his face—equal parts ecstatic and agonized.

What could he do? The rich guy was just too loaded. A few centuries' worth of effort saved in exchange for a beating—who wouldn’t take that deal?

But now he felt he’d milked it enough. He couldn’t take it anymore. Another round, and he’d genuinely start bawling...

"What nonsense is this? What kind of talk is that?!" Xie Buruo rolled his shoulders and shoved another storage ring into Ye Ancai’s arms. "Little bro, 200,000 tons of Profound Water Essence. Take your medicine and give me another half-hour!"

"No more, no! Stay away from me..." Ye Ancai shrank back, trembling.

"Kekeke... No? Weren’t you the one who couldn’t get enough before?" Xie Buruo grinned eerily, closing in.

Yet, just as his fist—the size of a sandbag—was about to connect with Ye Ancai’s flesh, mere centimeters away...

Xie Buruo suddenly shuddered.

At the same time, outside the ring, Ye Wuchen—who had been drinking himself into a bleary-eyed stupor—also shuddered.

"Why do I suddenly have this ominous... yet inexplicably thrilling premonition?"

Xie Buruo shot him a stunned glance.

Holy heavens, what’s up with Young Wuchen? He’s just a True Immortal—how can he sense this aura too?

Is this the power of the God of Wealth?

A bit too perceptive, don’t you think?!

Shaking his head slightly, Xie Buruo steadied himself and silently communicated with his recently revived uncle.

Meanwhile...

Hu Fangyuan, who had been reconstructing his Dao Traces, was also startled by the overwhelming presence emanating from the Void Expanse.

After attaining the Great Luo of Life-Granting, one’s will became eternal—once proven, forever proven. Even a wisp of true spirit remaining would still qualify as a Great Luo!

With sufficient resources, a single thought could restore one to peak strength!

Of course, Hu Fangyuan was no mere Great Luo. As the Divine Realm’s former Benevolent Deity Sovereign, he stood equal to the Immortal Realm’s Dao Ancestors—a Primal Sovereign of the Divine Realm. Different titles denoted different focuses, but all paths converged at the same origin: the Realm of Primordial Dao Rhythm!

A Great Luo only needs ample resources to restore their peak strength, but for a Primal Sovereign to recover, they must reforge their foundational Dao Marks!

Hu Fangyuan’s primordial spirit and true essence had indeed revived, but most of his foundational Dao Marks had long been annihilated in the cataclysmic collapse of the Divine Realm. Only a single strand remained, preserved within the Mirror of Beginningless Heaven’s Pivot. After refining it in an instant, he attained the half-step Primal Sovereign realm—otherwise, he would have remained merely a peak Great Luo.

Like the Dao Ancestors of the Immortal Realm, the Dao Rhythm Primordial Origin realm requires the refinement of forty-nine foundational Dao Marks atop the Great Luo foundation to ascend. Falling short, even by a single mark, renders the effort futile. Forty-nine is the supreme number of the Great Dao—without reaching it, one remains an ant in the grand scheme!

"The reflection across all heavens... this is the phenomenon of a supreme treasure’s emergence!"

Hu Fangyuan’s gaze deepened, stirred by temptation, yet he remained composed.

The reason was simple:

A Chaos Supreme Treasure cannot be obtained without fate’s blessing!

Such treasures possess sentience, choosing the worthy and evading the unworthy!

Even the Primal Sovereigns of old only chanced upon one by luck. Not even the Immortal Emperor of the current era, the mightiest in existence, could seize one by force!

Now, as a mere half-step Dao Rhythm Primordial Origin cultivator with only a single strand of foundational Dao Marks—and bearing the weight of the Divine Realm’s revival on his shoulders—he could not afford recklessness!

"Uncle, the supreme treasure has emerged. Should we join the fray?" Xie Buruo’s inquiry came at just the right moment.

"Xiao Xie, listen—we’re staying put. Behave and stay where you are," Hu Fangyuan replied succinctly.

"Oh, alright. This disciple will return to his tasks then." Xie Buruo cut off the communication and promptly resumed pummeling Ye Ancai.

Yet, after a brief hesitation, Hu Fangyuan quietly flicked out a wisp of Spring-Autumn Divine Power. It drifted beyond the Abyssal Ruins, eventually latching onto a wandering semi-cosmic evil spawn, which he then manipulated to journey toward the Void Expanse.

Immortal Realm, Wuji’s Treasure Hall.

Once again, Wuji was holding an assembly. Below, atop divine lotus thrones, the gathered immortals debated fervently, the atmosphere heated.

As the sole superpower of the current era, the Immortal Realm boasted a seemingly—and indeed, undeniably—large number of Great Luo experts.

Had it not been for the great war ten thousand years ago thinning their ranks, the total number of Great Luo in the Immortal Realm might have even surpassed the cosmic cycle’s count of 365!

Now, though only slightly over two hundred remained, the majority were concentrated within Wuji’s Celestial Court.

As all knew, more people meant greater consumption. With over a hundred Great Luo alone—not to mention the countless Taiyi and Golden Immortals beneath them—Wuji, the newly ascended Immortal Emperor, was truly struggling to sustain them all.

Especially since Wuji enforced a policy of isolation, forbidding ventures into the Realm Sea for external resources. The realm operated on internal production, internal trade, and internal circulation—essentially surviving on the reserves left behind by the previous Lingxiao Celestial Court...

To put it bluntly, it was barely enough to get by, but prosperity and abundance were out of the question!

Had no one noticed how the Celestial Army’s wages had gone unpaid for years, forcing soldiers to scavenge the wildlands for sustenance? Or how the Central Altar Marshal nearly dueled the God of Wealth over funding disputes?

Thus, when the aura of a supreme treasure’s emergence in the Void Expanse reached them, the immortals—long accustomed to tightening their belts—could no longer restrain themselves.

"Your Majesty!" The Marshal of the Central Altar was the first to voice his grievances: "For a thousand years, the Immortal Soldiers' Division has not received full military pay. In recent years, prices in Wuji Sovereign City have skyrocketed—even a single cup of the simplest Spirit-Condensing Divine Spring now costs fifty Immortal Stones. Yet, a soldier’s monthly salary is merely three thousand Immortal Stones, and even that is delayed or withheld. How can we possibly survive like this?"

"Now, with the emergence of a supreme treasure from beyond our realm, its radiance illuminates the heavens, and chaos is sure to follow. I implore Your Majesty to lift the boundary restrictions to suppress the coming turmoil!"