Chapter 1285, Wings of the Void

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

 

“You little rascal… you’ve finally awakened…” A sudden sigh echoed beside Yu Zi Yu’s ear.

 

Turning slightly, he saw a magnificent fan of sixteen golden wings rising slowly behind him, each feather glowing with sacred light.

 

It was the Sixteen Holy Wings, also known simply as Anzuiel.

 

Currently, looking at Yu Zi Yu, his eyes were brimming with something rare: pride.

 

A genius with Seventh Order Physique, who had stepped into the Realm of Hegemony, that too by mastering the Supreme Principle of Spacetime, such a prodigy would be renowned through the ages.

 

Even Anzuiel, who had seen the rise and fall of countless prodigies, found himself speechless.

 

Back then, the most extraordinary genius he had ever seen was the so-called First Immortal of the Human Clan, who had attained Sixth Order Physique and grasped the Supreme Principle of Creation to ascend to the Realm of Hegemony.

 

However, now…Someone had surpassed even him.

 

Terrifying still, Yu Zi Yu had also cultivated multiple Divine Abilities.

 

“A genius who will definitely sweep through the world.” With a faint smile, Anzuiel didn’t hold back his praise.

 

At that moment, sensing Anzuiel’s thoughts, Yu Zi Yu smiled and stated, “Anzuiel, I did it.”

 

“Yes. You surely did.” Then, he generously added, “Under the starry skies, there is none but you… who can sweep across the cosmos without rival.”

 

Hearing this, Yu Zi Yu’s lips couldn’t help but curl up slightly.

 

“Sweep across the cosmos, is it…” murmuring, his eyes flickered with anticipation.

 

However, he knew it would not be under the name of the Demon Emperor that he would rise, because at the end of the day, he was an enlightened Divine Tree.

 

There were too many covetous eyes on him. If he became too dazzling, he would definitely be inviting disaster.

 

One or two enemies were not terrifying, but what if ten came? A hundred?

 

Or what if a Force like the Heavenly Court staked everything, even breaking their Imperial Artifacts, to unleash an Eternal Strike solely to obliterate a genius like Yu Zi Yu?

 

While it might be implausible, but with forces like the Heavenly Court and Buddhist Sect, whose heritage ran unfathomably deep… he couldn’t afford to take chances.

 

Who knew how many Imperial Artifacts they truly possessed, or whether they had the desperation to burn their foundations for a single blow?

 

So, Yu Zi Yu would not bet. He refused to.

 

…

 

To put it simply, even if he were to sweep across this era, he would not do it as the Demon Emperor.

 

If at this moment, the Demon Emperor became a Hegemon, swept across the world, suppressed the Myriad Races, and even if he subdued countless forces and established a grander Demon Court, it would be no different than building a castle in the air, beautiful… but destined to fall.

 

Why? Because such a Demon Emperor would be the target of all.

 

Everyone would be looking at Yu Zi Yu with greed, envy, and in fear.

 

And at that point, all it would take was… one small mistake… one crack in his armor… and the races would descend like a tide of wolves.

 

More importantly, Yu Zi Yu himself was… not exactly clean.

 

His other Form, the Soaring Purple Dragon was basically the emperor of the Void, a Bloodline that stood at the pinnacle of the Void Clan.

 

That alone gave the Myriad Races enough reason to strike.

 

But above all, his True Body, an enlightened Divine Tree, was his greatest weakness.

 

A body like his, if refined, could offer a path to Eternity. Even Yu Zi Yu himself would be tempted by that.

 

So how could he risk doing something like that under the banner of the Demon Emperor?

 

At these thoughts, an amused smile presented itself on Yu Zi Yu’s lips. And then, with rare seriousness, he said aloud, “Anzuiel… it’s time we walk the stars as members of the Void…”

 

“The Void? What do you mean?” Anzuiel asked, puzzled.

 

“I intend to rise as the ‘Oldest Void Emperor’ and reign over the Void, and after that, lead the Void Clan into a conquest over the Myriad Races, and seize what we require. The Void has always been the common enemy. For us to strike under their banner, that would only be natural, wouldn’t it?”

 

“This would draw the focus of the Myriad Races on the Void Clan… away from the Demon Court and its Divine Tree. This would also create more development opportunities for the Demon Court….”

 

With each sentence, the blueprint in Yu Zi Yu’s mind became clearer and clearer.

 

Now… he possessed the strength to lead the Void Clan to hunt the Myriad Races across the stars.

 

And the moment when war fully erupted between the Void and the Myriad Races, that was Yu Zi Yu’s true opportunity.

 

If he could seize enough resources in the chaos, perhaps even Eternity would not be out of reach.

 

As for his current identity as the Demon Emperor of the Demon Court, it was far too constraining.

 

He could not strike freely at the other races. Couldn’t act on instinct or advantage. Too many eyes, too much responsibility.

 

But as a Void Creature, he could do as he pleased.

 

Strike at will. Take what he wanted. Fear no consequence. If it ever became too much? He’d simply disappear into the folds of the Void.

 

Having comprehended the Supreme Principles of Spacetime, Yu Zi Yu held an unshakable confidence: Under the stars, there were few who could truly stand in his way.

 

And even if they existed, they did not belong to this era.

 

…

 

As Yu Zi Yu quietly laid out his vision, a flicker of complexity danced across the face of Anzuiel, the Spirit of the Sixteen Holy Wings. “This little one… he truly bears the heart of a Sovereign of the shadows…

 

Despite wielding the power to crush the Myriad Races, he remains ever-cautious. And that caution… was not for the now but for the future.

 

The starry sky was vast… far too vast. Somewhere out there, prodigies would rise. When they reach the Realm of Hegemony and acquire powerful Tier-7 or even Tier-8 Artifacts, they would pose a threat.

 

One or two would mean nothing. But ten? A hundred?

 

That was why he refrains from using his True Body… from showing his full strength…

 

This, more than anything, was why Anzuiel had chosen Yu Zi Yu.

 

A dazzling genius may still fall prematurely, but a prodigy like Yu Zi Yu, who not only possessed otherworldly talent, but also foresight and restraint. Their rise was inevitable.

 

He did not simply walk the path, he shaped it. He thought ahead. He planned farther and deeper than most beings could comprehend.

 

“Very well,” Anzuiel finally said, his voice resolute. “If you wish to sweep across the stars as a Void Hegemon… then I shall follow you.”

 

His reply echoed with unshakable resolve.

 

And then, in Yu Zi Yu’s astonished gaze, the Sixteen Holy Wings behind him suddenly shuddered—

 

*Boooom, booooom, booooom…*  A thunderous roar tore through the void as boundless Void Energy surged toward the Imperial Artifact like a tidal wave.

 

“What are you doing?” Yu Zi Yu asked, startled.

 

But Anzuiel merely smiled.

 

“We’re the Sixteen Holy Wings. And the ‘Sixteen’… does not merely refer to our sixteen physical wings but to the sixteen forms we possess.

 

Wings of Storm controls the gale. It’s the embodiment of wind. This form was awakened by a Hegemon of the Angel Clan who had mastered the Principles of Wind…

 

Wings of Freedom is the ultimate form, wielded by the strongest Angel who shattered illusion and rose beyond Principles. It’s a symbol of absolute liberty…

 

And now… for you… we awaken a new form, the Wings of Void. Wings that carry the Void… that shoulder its burden… and shield you with all its might.”

 

With each word, the sixteen wings hovering behind Yu Zi Yu began to radiate with a brilliant violet glow, their form shifting changing and evolving.