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 ma.s.sive 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 G.o.ds or candidates comprehended Imperial Laws, such as the Heavenly G.o.d 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 grat.i.tude.

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 ma.s.sive 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 skys.h.i.+ps. Reflected in its pupils was a young man, handsome and st.u.r.dy, 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!