Chapter 1177: Chapter 1164: Have a Child with Me! Chapter 1177: Chapter 1164: Have a Child with Me! “Has my luck really run out? How unlucky!”

Gazing at the slowly approaching, vigorous vitality emanating from the distant Void, Muria sighed lightly. The occurrence of Epics that could freely roam within the Void was exceedingly rare, often wandering for hundreds of years without encountering one.

Of course, this refers to aimless wandering. If one were to recklessly charge into an ancient, major world, encountering and battling with an Epic would be quite normal, and being literally beaten to death would not be surprising.

“Such fluctuations could indeed attract an Epic, just don’t know if it’s an Evil God.”

Muria glanced at the world still slowly merging beside him. He had considered setting up a Magic Array to conceal the Law fluctuations caused by the merging of the worlds.

However, the energy needed to set up a Magic Array capable of hiding a world was simply too immense—one so great that Muria doubted whether the gains would offset the cost of setting it up.

So, Muria simply dispatched an avatar, along with the Ghost Fleet he had ignored for a long time. Though it sounded harsh, the Ghost Fleet was, in Muria’s eyes, merely a form of recycling waste; even if they were completely annihilated, he wouldn’t feel much pain.

The worst-case scenario would be the total annihilation of the Ghost Fleet and his avatar shattered. Even if his avatar was shattered, it would merely mean losing a portion of his recoverable powers, and the core of his avatar, the Staff of the End, could not possibly be destroyed.

Of course, even with the merging of two worlds, producing many bizarre phenomena, it would be very difficult, almost impossible, for a total annihilation to occur under the watch of his near-divine power avatar.

Whoo!!!

A deep sound traveled through the far distance of the Void, its tranquility and concentration attracting the entity drawn by the Law fluctuations emitted by the merging worlds, signaling its non-hostile intentions.

Upon hearing this pleasant sound, the vigorous vitality emanating from behind Muria, far from receding, seemed even more overwhelming.

Facing the increasingly intense aura radiating from Muria, the entity that had just signaled its harmless intentions, far from retreating, continued to approach Muria’s location. The moist moisture spread throughout the Void, and a deep, blue spirit light filled Muria’s vision.

A vast and majestic yet ineffably nurturing aura, which seemed to embrace all, permeated through the Void. Then Muria saw clearly what the attracted Epic was.

It resembled a whale-shaped Void Beast, with a blue-black body covered in mysterious, ancient blue patterns. A sharp, spiral horn stood tall on its broad forehead, surrounded by special, azure-colored crystals, resembling a crown.

Surrounded by azure spirit light that rippled around it, it made the beast appear as though it was enveloped in a vast ocean. Muria had no doubt that this entity could, by just a thought, create an ocean from nothing in the Void through its power.

Upon clearly understanding its form and realizing that it bore no world-destructive curses like an Evil God, Muria’s escalating aura halted, and his sharp gaze much softened.

If it had been a world-destroying Evil God that was attracted, there would be nothing to discuss; he would have already swung his weapon to attack. But now, there was room for negotiation.

Even so, he couldn’t lower his guard. Between the intertwining laws behind him, an artifact powerful enough to enhance the strength of an Epic could emerge, which was enough for two Epics to wage a war over.

“The Spirit Realm crossing into the Material World and then starting to merge—truly, the Void is full of miracles!”

The Heavenly Veil Giant Beast looked at the world behind Muria and expressed its admiration. Then, its gaze turned to Muria, its broad and gentle psychic waves spreading out to communicate with Muria, who looked ready to strike at any moment,
“Exotic divine being, I have no intention of being your enemy, nor do I wish to battle with you. Since you discovered these merging worlds before me, most of their output belongs to you; a small portion for me is sufficient.”

The large, seemingly gentle creature stated its position, and its apparently gentle words instantly made Muria’s eyebrows bristle, the Divine Weapons within him humming, each emerging at his side, ready to tear through the Void with their sharp edges, forming a sea of pointed auras.

Who was he? He was Titan and the son of dragons, Muria, his body bearing half of the Dragon’s Bloodline. The greedy and domineering nature of dragons—he lacked none of it.

Now, an utterly unknown entity comes along and tells him, “I don’t want to fight with you, but I’ll take a small part of the benefits you discovered, and the rest is yours.”

Nonsense! As if he were dreaming—Muria found the miraculous land capable of producing divine artifacts first, so it was his. If other beings want a share of the benefits, they could get lost.

An artifact capable of enhancing epic strength, and you expect to have a share just by seeing it? Ha, that would never happen.

“Since you do not wish to be my enemy, then leave to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings,”
Muria made no attempt to conceal his desire to monopolize the divine artifact produced at the confluence of two worlds; this was his normal demeanor.

Even ordinary dragons possess a desire for all valuable items and all shiny mortal things, but Muria, as the Dragon King, has a greed far surpassing that of all other dragons.

However, as the Dragon King, Muria also possessed a breadth of heart not found in ordinary dragons; he would bestow items he could not use to his Minions and Followers, rather than hoarding them high in his Private Dragon Treasure House.

But, for items that he could use and that could definitely enhance his power, the greed of the Dragon King was fully revealed, uncompromising, with a determination so strong that the beings before him who could manipulate vast oceans were surprised.

“Ask me to leave?” Feeling Muria’s will to dominate everything, the whale-like Epic being immediately felt extremely astonished, as this was different from what it had anticipated.

Normally, when two Epics of similar strength encounter each other in the Void over such a power-enhancing artifact, they tend to exercise considerable restraint, avoid conflicts, and distribute under peaceful terms.

After all, everyone involved possesses infinite lifespans; it is not worth fighting to the death over things that can be obtained multiple times.

It was this very idea that led the attracted giant whale Epic to express its stance so clearly, but Muria’s attitude left it feeling surprised.

The Giant Whale Epic thought it had already been quite generous. Its attitude had been made very clear—the Divine Weapon produced by these two merging worlds, just a little share would suffice, and the specifics could be negotiated.

However, it found that its mild approach seemed to be ignored by the mighty being before it, who seemed to think it weak and bullying, which was a bit… hard for the whale to accept.

“This isn’t your Mother World, is it, god of the Exotic Realm? I can sense that your essence has nothing to do with these two merging worlds, and yet you’ve claimed all the products for yourself—don’t you think that’s a bit greedy?”

“First come, first served, I discovered this place first, so naturally everything here belongs to me,” said the Dragon King, who had long removed the word ‘share’ from his dictionary, and with an entitlement assumed everything produced, and yet to be produced, within this world as his own.

“Hmm,” seeing such a greedy and domineering existence, the Giant Whale Epic was not angered. Having lived a long life, it had encountered various beings, so it could handle everything calmly.

“In that case, the only way for me to gain the products of the world behind me is to go to war with you, right?”

“Correct,” Muria nodded upon hearing the Giant Whale Epic’s calm tone, almost inviting battle, his eyes flaring with excitement, with Thunder flashing within them.

“I see, then never mind.” Seeing the increasingly dangerous aura of Muria, the Giant Whale pondered briefly, then shook its massive head, indicating its refusal to engage Muria in battle,
“But, powerful god of the Exotic Realm, if you want me to back down, you must pay a corresponding price.”

“What price?” Muria reached for the Prison-suppression halberd beside him, wrapped in the coiling Dragon Snakes and Thunder.

“Bear a Child with me!” the massive beast, akin to a floating land, made its demand to Titan and the Son of the dragon, instantly causing the belligerent being opposite it to have the illusion of time standing still.

“What?” Everything around Muria came to a standstill under his shock, and he let out a bewildered Soul Sound, doubting whether he had misheard or misunderstood the intention of the being opposite him.

But using the Soul Sound as a means of communication could not possibly result in the sort of blunders that occur with translating text from one language to another, where a single wrong word can completely reverse the meaning of a sentence or an entire article.

“Are you surprised?” Seeing the overly intense reaction from the epic being across him, the Giant Whale Epic was somewhat puzzled. Was such a reaction necessary?

“Indeed,” Muria composed himself, having indeed not expected that the first Epic being he encountered in the Void would be such an oddity—or perhaps it wasn’t odd, but genuinely had such needs.

“There is no need to be surprised; I merely wish to combine your Dragon’s Bloodline with mine to create a more perfect lineage of Minions; there is no loss to you in this.”

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