Global Era of Star trekking

Chapter 1718: Chapter 838: Dust Settles and Final Territorial Division

"Insolent!"

The voice of the Rakshasa God echoed like the wails of billions of wronged souls, causing the entire starry sky to tremble. The blood-red energy floating in the cosmos rapidly coalesced into twisted human faces amidst the sound waves, letting out piercing shrieks toward the Shenxia Jiuli Ship.

Jiang Yuan stood with hands behind his back in the main control room, the purple Warship avatar burning with endless spectral energy, incinerating the rushing blood-red waves.

"Rakshasa God, you’ve projected yourself across hundreds of billions of light-years; surely it’s not just to show off these petty tricks, is it?"

Upon hearing this, the figure on the distant blood-red throne suddenly ceased its transformations, freezing into an old face.

Bloodlight swirled in the vertical pupils, and the voice suddenly turned calm:

"Junior of the Torch Humanity, I have come today to offer you Torch Civilization a chance to avoid mutual destruction."

As he spoke, an enormous dark gold claw gently waved, causing a holographic projection of the Corpse Emperor Continent to emerge in the starry sky.

At the core of the continent, a pyramid constructed of countless corpses emitted a strange gray light.

"Do you see this ’Tower of Myriad Corpses’? When the Corpse Emperor Ancestor Crystal at its apex is activated, the entire Corpse Emperor Clan River System Group will transform into a Realm of the Dead. Even if you conquer this cluster, all you’ll gain is a wasteland filled with the power of death."

Jiang Yuan’s eyes flickered; Torch Civilization had long anticipated the foundation of the Corpse Emperor Clan, confident that the opponent must have some temporary mythical combat power trump card, but had not expected such an extreme backhand.

"And so? Does the Rashamon Clan want to play mediator?"

The Rakshasa God let out a hoarse laugh, as thick blood plasma suddenly oozed from beneath the throne, sketching a contract in the starry sky:

"Mediated by my Rashamon Clan, the Corpse Emperor Clan is willing to cede seventy percent of its territory. In exchange, you must allow the Corpse Emperor Clan to retain its ancestral land, and..."

"Absolutely impossible!"

Jiang Yuan abruptly interrupted sharply, with the main cannon at the bow of the Shenxia Jiuli Ship subtly glowing with an enigmatic golden light.

The Corpse Emperor Clan River System Group is critical to the rapid ascent in strength and foundation of the Torch Civilization over the next less than twenty thousand years. Even before this war had commenced, it had been considered a prize by all Torch Humanity. Now that the tide of battle is determined, how can outsiders alter it?

Seemingly having anticipated such a reaction, the Rakshasa God nonchalantly flicked a finger.

The blood plasma contract appeared to be solidifying, yet it was never cast out, floating silently amidst the boundless blood mist, waiting for the Rakshasa God’s next words.

"Jiang Yuan, how about this: let’s each take a step back. The entire Corpse Emperor Clan River System Group remains for you Torch Humanity, but you must leave a legacy for the remaining Corpse Emperor Clan!"

Inside the Shenxia Jiuli Ship, Jiang Yuan’s gaze was deep as he carefully pondered this new proposal.

The Rakshasa God showed no urgency, ultimately being the weaker party. Not to mention that only a projection has arrived, even if the true body descended, facing the Shenxia Jiuli Ship capable of single-handedly slaying a Thirty-Six-winged Holy Angel, he conceded to having no confidence.

Back on Jiang Yuan’s side, after a brief silence, he actively activated a multicolored communication component on the flagship.

Soon, communication projections of Shenxia Ying Yi, Holy Hall Ferdinand, and Song Chi appeared one after another.

As for the Chi Yu Divine Dynasty, Ji Heng was still cultivating the Guidance Technique, returning with the Profound Yellow Red Yu to replace Jiang Yuan, simultaneously cultivating the Guidance Technique in seclusion and guarding the Human Emperor City.

For now, the front lines of the Chi Yu Divine Dynasty were led by another superdimensional captain from the Heavenly Pillar Ji Clan, now also connected via communication.

"What are your thoughts?"

After recounting the Rakshasa God’s previous suggestion, Jiang Yuan began to solicit feedback from Song Chi and the others.

"Leaving a legacy, does that mean we have to spare all the High Rank Corpse Emperor Clan on the Corpse Emperor Continent?"

"That’s basically it!"

"The Corpse Emperor Clan itself is not an issue; they can no longer compare to us now, and as they become stray dogs, the gap will only widen. The key is the thousands of High Rank Corpse Emperor Clan; how many rare resources will they take with them?"

"We can accept this proposal, but there must be strict limitations on the resources these departing Corpse Emperor Clan can carry away, otherwise, they might strip the entire Corpse Emperor Continent bare."

"Agreed. Furthermore, someone needs to personally verify the authenticity of that ’Tower of Myriad Corpses’."

"Alright, let’s finalize it this way. As for verifying the authenticity of the Tower of Myriad Corpses, Ying Yi and Ferdinand, you two take a trip with your Warship Avatars!"

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Corpse Emperor Clan River System Group, Corpse Emperor Continent.

Gray-black corpse energy surged like tides, engulfing the entire continent in a suffocating aura of death.

In the center of the continent, at the end of the Bone Wasteland, stood a towering pyramid constructed from countless bones, stretching skyward—it was the ’Tower of Myriad Corpses,’ refined by the Corpse Emperor Clan through special means. At the pinnacle of the Tower of Myriad Corpses, a dark purple crystal hovered in the void, incessantly absorbing and releasing terrifying energy capable of obliterating a Star River.

On this day, Ying Yi’s Immortal Qin Ancestor Dragon and Ferdinand’s Heavenly Light descended in the form of Warship Avatars. As the two Superdimensional Mother Ships appeared, Corpse Emperor Clan strongmen around the Tower of Myriad Corpses flared into a frenzy.

"Torch Humanity!" A Ninth Rank Peak Corpse Emperor roared furiously.

The Corpse Evil death aura coiled around him, powerful enough to corrode Starry Sea Law, with a Ninth Rank Extreme terror pressure spilling out like a tide, showcasing the uncontainable rage in his heart.