A few months later, the news from the myriad realms finally reached the Desolation Realm. The entire Desolation Realm was stirred up by this news.
The Mysterious Underworld Race's unexpected submission made them feel somewhat incredulous.
"His Majesty has comprehended the Vitality Law. There are rumors circulating that His Majesty will very likely become the third Nirvana Lord!"
"How is that possible? Vitality Law? Even if he comprehended it, he couldn't possibly become the Nirvana Lord. After all, the Nirvana Lord is the father of all life. "
"Do you know about the Plague War? The Death Lord brought a plague that swept through the myriad realms. Only life could resist it. This was the basis for His Majesty to become the Nirvana Lord! In the myriad realms, no one has ever comprehended the Vitality Law since the creation of laws. "
"If His Majesty becomes the Nirvana Lord, wouldn't we be able to ascend to the all-heavens? Wouldn't the Desolate Race be able to become cultivators of the all-heavens?"
This news quickly spread throughout the entire Desolation Realm. All the cultivators were discussing it, and the Desolate Race in name had finally submitted.
The contrast was so great that it made people feel like they were dreaming.
Yesterday, they had still been thinking about how to deal with the next attack of the myriad realms, the even more terrifying revenge of the Mysterious Underworld Race, and whether the all-heavens would get involved.
When they woke up early in the morning, they realized that their worries were gone. Furthermore, their Majesty, the Desolate Race Lord, had actually become the savior of the all-heavens and might even become the Nirvana Lord.
This was like a beggar suddenly realizing that he had been begging on the streets the previous day, only to wake up the next day and be told that he was the illegitimate son of the Emperor. Now that the Emperor had passed away, he would be the Emperor.
The entire Desolation Realm was in jubilation as all the cultivators walked around with their heads held high.
However, the headquarters of the Desolate Race and the higher-ups didn't think so. The military had immediately gotten wind of this news and discussed it with the Prime Minister and the Dark Department.
"The news must have been spread by the Mysterious Underworld Race. After all, no one knows about the battle in the Heavenly Path other than us."
Zhuge Qi said, "I'm afraid they didn't spread this news because they were admitting defeat. How could the Mysterious Underworld Race, an overlord, lower their head to us?"
"Do you mean … they know who we are?" Zhou Chong frowned.
The experts of the Desolate Tribe knew that their Majesty was the Lord of Death. Everyone in the Dark Tribe was dead. Once the Ten Thousand Worlds found out about their identities, they would face an all-out attack.
At that time, even if the Desolate Tribe had the Martial Dao Heavenly Hall and the Heavenly Path, they would not be able to escape destruction.
"That's right. It's just that they have no way of proving that the release of His Majesty's comprehension of the Laws of Life was a dangerous move. However, it could also be fatal!"
Zhuge Qi said, "In the past, when we faced off against the Mysterious Underworld Race in the Infinite Realms, it was just small skirmishes. The Mysterious Underworld Race didn't use their full strength to deal with us, as we were like ants in their eyes. We weren't worth mentioning!"
"It's different now. His Majesty's comprehension of the Laws of Life will attract the attention of the Ten Thousand Worlds. Every step His Majesty takes will be analyzed and pondered by others!"
Zhuge Qi continued, "In that case, His Majesty's true origins will be exposed sooner or later. When you think of the Nangong Clan in the Southern Realm, you will think of the Inspector Heavenly Ambassadors erasing the Nangong Clan!"
The upper echelons present all frowned. The outside world was jubilant, but they felt a heavy pressure.
"However, there are also rumors that His Majesty is a man of destiny. Death will only appear when he appears," King Wu said.
"This can't stand up to scrutiny, especially when it comes to His Majesty's origins. We are all like water without a source!" Zhuge Qi said.
"Order Tang Hanchen to guard the Three Paths. No one is allowed to leave. Anyone who dares to leave the Desolate Territory will be killed without mercy!"
After Zhou Chong said that, he looked at Lee Chao-young.
Lee Chao-young was a little absent-minded. This was because she thought of the Legalism elder and Qin Dudu. They already knew that His Majesty was the Lord of Death.
Lee Chao-young had once thought of using herself to replace His Majesty and shoulder the blame, but she soon realized that she was too weak. Just as Zhuge Qi said, she could not stand up to scrutiny. The elder was at the Heavenly Dao realm, and Qin Dudu was even more shrewd. How could he be deceived by her?
She also wanted to tell her comrades present, but Zhu Que had given strict orders to prevent this matter from being leaked. Lee Chao-young did not know what Zhu Que was planning.
However, His Majesty was still in the Desolate Territory. This also meant that Zhu Que's orders were His Majesty's orders. She could not disobey them.
Seeing Zhou Chong looking at her, Lee Chao-young finally reacted. She said, "I order the Dark Unit to guard every home. Anyone who betrays the tribe is to be killed without question!"
With the double guarantee of the Dark Unit, they were relieved. However, they also knew that this matter could not be hidden for long. Sooner or later, it would be exposed.
How could they explain the origins of the Desolate Tribe and His Majesty? When the various heavens were truly involved, there were too many things that could be connected.
Sealing off the Desolate Territory was only treating the symptoms and not the root cause.
Seeing that everyone was worried, Tang Tianjun suddenly stood up and said, "If one day we are strong enough to fight against the ancient civilizations of the various heavens, we will not have such worries."
"But now, we are not even a civilization." Gao Cainyun said, "It is too difficult to grow into a huge force that can fight against the ancient civilizations!"
"One step at a time. We can't be a burden to His Majesty anymore." Zhao Fan said seriously.
"Actually, we can use this opportunity to communicate with the various worlds. We can even send experts to gather information from the various worlds."
A voice came from the corner. Everyone looked over and saw that it was Zhao Mingli, the current chief of the External Affairs Division.
Among the five divisions of the Desolate Tribe, the External Affairs Division was the most useless. However, they knew that sooner or later, the External Affairs Division would be more important than the other divisions.
"Lord Zhao is right. We can't just sit around and wait for death. We should take advantage of the current situation and go out!"
Zhou Chong said.
"Leave this to me." Zhao Mingli said, "The Desolate Tribe in the headquarters will be restricted by the Law of Primal Chaos. However, the local natives do not have this worry."
"The Military Department needs to be mobilized. The Endless Eight Armies and even the new Heaven Punishing Army need to be mobilized!"
This was the first time Zhuge Qi had been so hot-blooded. "The Desolate Tribe needs war. Without war, the strength of the Desolate Tribe will stagnate. We cannot compare to the civilizations of the various heavens. The Desolate Territory is lacking in resources and there is simply no possibility of accumulating a foundation. Only through war with the various worlds can we continue to grow stronger!"
"The Mysterious Underworld Race already knows about our background. Besides exposing us to the sun, they also don't want to waste their strength. They simply want us to exhaust them," Tang Tianjun said.
"Besides the Mysterious Underworld Race, there is also the Void Race!" Zhuge Qi said, "We killed the emissary group of the Void Race and slapped them in the face. They can't just ignore it, right?"
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