Chapter 1474: Chapter 1431: Setting Foot in the Void Chapter 1474: Chapter 1431: Setting Foot in the Void Great Creator, World Reshaper, Sovereign of Life and Death… The devoted sounds of prayer echoed in His ears, so vast and complex they slightly disturbed the World Ruler in His Sleeping State.

Hmm?

Muria, who slumbered in the sea of the world’s principles, split a fraction of His will and, with His authority, instantly comprehended all the significant events that had occurred in the world during His slumber.

This was the Power of the World Ruler. As long as something happened in the world and He wished to inquire, He could trace it. Within a defined range, He was an omniscient and omnipotent existence.

However, beyond the bounds of the world, even if there were beings cursing Him with the vilest of words, He was powerless; His strength was confined to within the world.

“My world has developed to this extent!” He murmured in admiration, His voice rising in the Land of Origin, where no God could reach, while the mysterious Power of the Law spread with the sound.

“Excellent!”

“Since it has come to this, I can no longer continue to sleep, sitting back and taking credit is not right.”

Where thought ventured, the Law followed; in the next instant, an overwhelming pressure burst from the center of the Divine Realm, sweeping across the pantheon, announcing to the Gods the World Ruler’s awakening.

Beneath the divine firmament that shimmered with enigmatic luster, streaks of Divine Light flashed, all eventually converging towards the center of the Divine Realm, the dwelling of the noblest, most powerful existence.

“Your Majesty!”

In a short time, the Gods gathered in the Central Pantheon bowed to Muria, and some Divinities who were closer to Him even offered their congratulations.

“Teacher, You have grown stronger.”

Jiuli looked at the Teacher seated on the Divine Throne, overlooking the Gods, with an expression of envy. Facing His Teacher, He felt as mortals do when confronted with the Seabed Trench—insignificant and helpless.

This was not an illusion; Jiuli was well aware of this fact. It was the reality of the insurmountable gap in strength between them. Understand that he now possessed a Powerful Divine Force!

But His Teacher grew stronger with every encounter, and to maintain such a pace of strength even in the realm of Divinities was nothing short of miraculous.

Unfortunately, the way His Teacher became stronger was almost impossible to replicate. One could only drool in envy, and that was all that could be done.

“Don’t be too envious, stay focused on your path. The strength I have gained now is only temporary, and soon my power will come to a complete standstill, stabilizing at a certain level.”

With just slight contact with His student, not intentionally, Muria had also seen through most of the student’s thoughts.

Divine Spirits knew their advantage over Epics was stability and safety. But the disadvantage was the same; it was too stable. Once most Divine Spirits made a choice, they could not change it.

Muria’s strength was now advancing by leaps and bounds mainly because He had recently become the World Ruler, a sort of “juvenile period,” but once He reached a certain stage, there would be no further progress, and it would be nearly impossible for His power to grow as it had.

“Yes.”

Even the Powerful Divine Force had to listen respectfully to Muria’s instruction.

After speaking, Muria began to ask the Gods for the information He, as World Ruler, could not obtain—namely the information from beyond the world, from the Void.

He was originally immersed in the ultimate bliss of comprehending the Law, but a tide of Faith from beyond the world had awoken Him. Though the faith of the masses was of little use to Him, it reflected the satisfactory results of the commands He had issued to the Gods before His slumber.

But that was all He knew. He only knew that the Colonial Fleet dispatched from the great world had achieved considerable results beyond the world and had even begun to propagate Faith.

He needed to inquire from the Gods responsible for the plan, which could quickly restore the world to its former peak.

Then, Muria listened intently to the detailed execution of the Colonial Expansion Plan that He himself had sanctioned yet knew nothing of the process.

Its content could be condensed into one phrase: Ally with all that could be united, suppress all that resisted.

Colonial Expansion was for Resources, and the use of violent methods or Slaughter was a means to achieve this purpose, not the ultimate pursuit.

Therefore, during Conquest, every possible race or civilization that might submit was to be sought after.

However, if they encountered a race that resisted to the end, the Conquest Fleet could only Regrettably Raise their Slaughter Knife and, without mercy, swing it down.

Fortunately, among the one hundred and fifteen conquered worlds, the vast majority of races and civilizations chose Submission, with only a few Iron Tough guys opting for resistance.

After all, opposing a Colonial Fleet backed by an entire great world was foolish. Any world ruler who knew the true origin of the fleet would not make such a decision.

Anyone with a bit of intelligence would choose to submit under the might of the fleet and then, through negotiations and various means, strive for relatively equal and favorable conditions of Submission.

“Good!”

Hearing of the impressive achievements His Subjects had made in the world during His slumbering years, Muria did not sting on praise.

“However, your pace is still too slow.” Even with affirmation, the World Ruler was still somewhat unsatisfied. For Conquering over a hundred worlds, the Gods had spent nearly a thousand years.

“At this rate, how long will it take to conquer the entire World Community?”

“…” The Gods looked at each other, none able to answer Muria’s question.

“Can’t you speed it up?” Seeing the Pantheon fall silent, Muria sighed softly.

“Your Majesty, it really can’t be hastened. Our power cannot extend beyond the world; everything must be handled by the Conquerors themselves.

Once the target world has a Divine-level Existence, the Fleet must suffer great casualties to suppress them.”

“And, Your Majesty, there are many unpredictable factors in the Void. To date, our Conquest Fleet has encountered Void Beasts three times, with each occasion resulting in heavy losses, even one complete annihilation.”

“Alien Divine Spirits and Void-roaming Epics! I understand!”

Acknowledging the factors that greatly hindered the pace of Conquest Expansion, Muria expressed understanding, “I’ll handle these myself, as my Active Range has also expanded a bit now.”

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