As Ye Yun spoke, everyone became instantly excited. Especially the people from the Seven Tribes, who had experienced the Fourth Universe and knew how alluring the spiritual energy in a higher universe was. They had also witnessed native descendants in the Third Universe born as cultivators in the Dao Comprehension Realm, and some with monarch bloodlines were even born in the Heavenly Venerate or Grandmaster realms!
Now that Ye Yun intended to conquer the Ghost Tribe, would conquering the entire Tenth Universe be far off?
The nebulae continued to rotate. Under Ye Yun's vast divine sense, he saw over three hundred planets with life signatures emerge from the nebulae. They then moved like a colossal spaceship, pulled by an unknown energy towards their respective regions. At such speeds, the life on these planets was unaffected, and even some weaker Ghost Tribe members felt nothing.
Spectacular! It was utterly spectacular!
Ye Yun gazed at the nebulae, his scalp tingling. Who was the powerful being behind this game, "Heavenly Dao," that could influence reality to such an extent? Yet, the highest realm he knew of was the Great Emperor, a realm that had long vanished from the Ten Universes.
Ye Yun was currently at the Minor Extreme Realm, but he felt utterly unfamiliar with the energy fluctuations within the nebulae, feeling like an ant before this power.
As the time passed midnight, the nebulae slowly vanished. The faint protective shields on each planet also dissipated after twelve o'clock. On some planets, colossal white sails appeared, moving at incredible speed. Each sail carried hundreds of thousands of Ghost Tribe soldiers, heading straight for Blue Star!
"First, Second, Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Legions, with Blue Star as the center, begin the conquest of the Ghost Tribe!" Zhou Ningdong, upon learning of the Ghost Tribe's advance, quickly made deployments.
The First and Second Legions were the demon armies of Black Ant, divided in half. The Fourth and Fifth Legions were the divine armies, also divided in half. The five million demon beasts formed the Sixth Legion. As for the Seventh Legion, it comprised only a dozen individuals, all in the Monarch Realm, with Ye Yun overseeing them, more than enough to defend Blue Star.
A dozen Monarchs defending a single planet was a feat unmatched even in the First Universe.
Black Ant and Feng Xi personally led their troops, each with five million soldiers, charging towards the white sail artifacts.
Watching Black Ant, whose true form was indistinguishable, Ye Yun became interested in his current strength. After all, Black Ant had materialized when Ye Yun's own power was still low. He had then been left to his own devices in the Demon Realm, only to rise to the position of Demon Emperor, ruling seventy to eighty percent of the Demon Domain's star systems.
Swish…
Black Ant, true to his fiery temperament, dashed forward alone, leaving his millions of soldiers behind. His demonic energy surged to its peak, as dark as ink, making him almost invisible in the miasma-filled starfield.
However…
A dozen sail ships seemed to have detected the approaching army and immediately halted their advance, turning towards them.
"I am Guang Wang, a Ghost Tribe Monarch! Are you allies from the Demon and Divine Tribes? Why do you appear here with such a large army!" A divine sense transmitted, exploding in the minds of everyone in the starfield. Even Black Ant stopped his charge.
Monarch Guang Wang! He was one of the oldest monarchs of the Ghost Tribe, his strength comparable to a Divine Lord of the Divine Tribe!
"Hmph! Our Ghost Tribe starfield and the Human Tribe starfield are merging. What good intentions can these people have by appearing here!" As Guang Wang's words faded, a divine sense came from further away. Tens of thousands of kilometers away, a vast fleet of flying ships, like scattered leaves in the wind, was majestically approaching. These fleets seemed to be connected by chains, pulling an ancient bronze coffin behind them.
The bronze coffin was inscribed with elegant calligraphy, but the dragons lacked claws and the phoenixes lacked eyes, making it chilling to behold.
"Holy crap, that old King Yama is still alive!" Feng Xi blurted out in surprise.
"Haha, old Feng Xi, it's been a long time. You've certainly aged." A hearty laugh emanated from within the coffin, as if seeing an old friend.
The thousands of flying ships immediately halted. In the span of these few words, they had covered a distance of over a hundred thousand kilometers, appearing in the starfield occupied by Guang Wang and Feng Xi. Ye Yun's divine sense penetrated the flying ships, discovering that each one was a universe in itself, with an internal space of over ten thousand square meters, enough to house five to six thousand warriors. This meant that these thousands of flying ships concealed over ten million Ghost Tribe soldiers!
Compared to this, Yama's resources were far superior to Guang Wang's! More importantly, Ye Yun noticed that the coffin where Yama resided was a powerful artifact. Though only tens of meters long, it contained palaces and buildings, with tens of thousands of Ghost Tribe servants attending to Yama, truly a place of indulgence.
Yet, besides Ye Yun, none of the Monarchs present could penetrate the coffin with their divine sense.
Boom…
The coffin door slowly creaked open, its sound like rolling thunder. Then, a bearded man in ancient royal attire appeared before them.
"Feng Xi, the merging of starfields is a matter between our Ghost Tribe and the Human Tribe. Your Divine Tribe should return from whence you came." Yama, adjusting his crown, looked at Feng Xi with a solemn gaze.
"Senior Feng, our Ghost Tribe is determined to claim our ancestral land this time. If the Divine Tribe and Demon Tribe insist on interfering, then our Ghost Tribe will fight to the end." As Yama finished speaking, Guang Wang's voice also followed. In front of the sail fleet, a middle-aged man with a long beard, clad in white robes, stood holding a Yin Serpent sword, staring at Black Ant.
The divine sense of the Second Realm could reach over two million li. News of this event quickly spread throughout the Ghost Tribe, and countless ghosts began to converge here.
"Yama, Blue Star is not for your Ghost Tribe to covet. For the sake of our million-year friendship, heed my advice and retreat." Feng Xi said to Yama, his brow furrowed. Logically speaking, the merging of starfields was an affair between two starfields, and other starfields should not interfere. But now the Divine Tribe belonged to Ye Yun, and their Divine Lord and several Monarchs were in Ye Yun's hands.
"Hmph, I knew you old divine race geezers were unreliable. Master clearly stated that he wants kneeling ghosts, or they will be killed. What do you mean by telling them to retreat?" As Feng Xi spoke, Black Ant became agitated. His demonic energy boiled, and his aura of a peak Monarch Realm suppressed the entire starfield.
Master!!
A Master of Monarch Realm!
Black Ant spoke little, but his words made the Ghosts present grasp the key point.
"Haha, since when did the strongest race in my Ten Universes become someone's slave?" As Yama and Guang Wang were still in a state of shock, a massive long sword sliced through the starfield.
Tai Yin!