Chapter 32

Sylph stepped down with the wind, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

Elodie's six wings vibrated slightly as she came to Su Yu's side, her face quite pale.

The three looked at each other,

"From now on, I am an official lord."

Su Yu reached toward the sky and gripped hard.

His heart was surging and excited.

"Congratulations, Master Su Yu."

Sylph looked at him, smiling until her eyes narrowed into a pair of crescents.

Only when she was alone with Su Yu in private would she not add the word 'Master'.

"Congratulations, Lord."

Elodie said, and a rare, faint smile appeared on her cold face.

At the same time, her silver eyes were filled with complexity.

As a Light Mythical Angel, she also couldn't imagine,

that there was really a lord with the courage to let the Calamity descend.

That there was really such a new territory that could eliminate the Calamity.

The power of the territory's defense towers was too exaggerated...

Without the help of those defense towers, even if she and Sylph joined forces, they couldn't stop the Void Beast from destroying the Lord Crystal.

Quietly watching the man beside her, Elodie gradually felt lost.

During the previous monster tide slaughter, when she rose to level 20,

she sensed a power of light.

It was not far from here.

Since she could sense it, it must have been obtained by Su Yu.

Is this... a person chosen by light?

Su Yu looked at the wreckage of the arrow tower buildings under the moonlight,

tomorrow, there will be a lot to do.

The 4,000 Territory Energy accumulated over the past two days was all used to build defense towers to interfere with the Void Beast's movement route.

He was very short on resources now.

Killing monsters in the monster tide yielded no drops or Territory Energy, only experience points.

However, these were not problems.

Because he believed that in the monster tide ranking settlement, he, Su Yu, would definitely be first place!

He lowered his head and looked at the notification that had been lit up on the Lord terminal,

[Please name your territory:]

"Let's call it... Never Fall."

[Territory name "Never Fall" naming complete.]

At night, all the lords of the 11,520th session were waiting for the monster tide ranking settlement.

In all the worlds of the Myriad Worlds, all races were waiting.

Finally, the ranking settlement arrived.

"I must be first!"

The Son of the Light Divine Kingdom with black hair and golden eyes looked excited.

Although he was very confident that he could get first place,

he had to see it with his own eyes to sleep peacefully.

[Congratulations, according to the monster tide campaign settlement, you have successfully made it onto the leaderboard.]

[This campaign settlement:

Defeated level 5 monsters: 350

Defeated level 10 monsters: 100.

According to the settlement rewards as follows:

...]

[Congratulations, you have obtained a "Calamity-level" special reward.]

[Congratulations, you have obtained the "Third Place" reward on the leaderboard.]

"Third??"

"How could I only be third?!"

The Son of Light shrieked,

he had passed the "Calamity-level" monster tide test,

how could anyone be ranked ahead of him?!

Unacceptable, this is impossible!

He clenched his hands into fists tightly, biting his lips hard until they bled.

"How... possible." The Son of Light gritted his teeth,

extremely unwillingly, he looked at the leaderboard.

[Monster tide settlement ranking:

1st place: Territory "Never Fall", "Calamity-level" monster tide.

2nd place: Territory "Red Demon Domain", "Calamity-level" monster tide.

3rd place: Territory "Light Holy Land", "Calamity-level" monster tide.

...]

There were actually two others who passed the "Calamity-level" monster tide test?!

But even if they passed, why was he ranked behind those two people?!

"Heh, Never Fall... what a big tone."

There has never been a territory in the Myriad Worlds Battlefield that never falls.

The Son of Light looked gloomy.

A figure like the Holy Son of Light, a lord backed by both his faction and his race,

incorporates traits of his faction into his territory’s name when naming it.

He declares his strength to all races and all realms.

This territory’s name—

The second place, no need to guess—he knew instantly it belonged to the Red Demon Race,

But the first place… where had it come from? And such an audacious name!

The Holy Son of Light’s expression grew increasingly grim,

until finally he gave a light smile, casting off all negative emotions.

“After all, it’s only the beginning.”

“In the Ten-Thousand-Races Ranking War, I will claim first place.”

With a wave of his hand, the Holy Son of Light

tapped into the abundant territorial energy granted by his race,

along with rewards calculated from the monster tide,

and began upgrading his territory, ordering farmers to work through the night on construction.

Yet, he had originally planned to sleep—choosing overnight construction revealed his inner unrest.

……

“The rankings have been finalized!”

“Haha! My Minotaur Race has finally broken into the top ten thousand!!”

“We must rise—absolutely must rise!”

……

“How could this be? We paid such an enormous price…”

“How is it that not even one of us ranked within the top five thousand?”

“Sigh… the Elven Race has truly declined.”

The Elven World,

The Elven Queen gazed upon the elders in the palace, all sighing in despair.

Her expression was complex,

Not a single one of the Elven Race’s prodigies had broken into the top five thousand.

“Elder Grandmaster, how fares our allied Human Race?” she asked.

“The outlook is grim… Judging from their reaction, they may be faring even worse than we are.”

The Elven Elder Grandmaster lowered his head in reply.

The Elven Queen’s delicate eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

She knew the Human Race had invested tremendous resources this time.

Reincarnation cultivation, acquiring cyborg body technology from the Machine Race, seeking magical tutelage from the Crimson Demon Race…

And yet, not even a single favorable ranking?

If they failed in the Ten-Thousand-Race Ranking War—and then stagnated for another millennium—what hope remained for resurgence?

“If only… that Lord were still here.”

Sorrow flickered in the Elven Queen’s eyes.

If he were still alive, how could the Elves and Humans possibly decline?

……

The Human Race’s Primary Universe,

The atmosphere inside the Taiqing Palace had grown oppressively heavy.

Over a thousand people filled the hall, yet not a single soul spoke.

“Xia Tianxuan Lady… ranked 5060th.”

The white-haired elder’s voice sounded hoarse.

“Cyborg EX-01… ranked 6351st.”

“Arcane Saint Body… ranked 6389th.”

“Psionic Lady… ranked 7120th.”

“Wu Wu Ziwei… ranked 9860th.”

Each round-table elder slowly announced the hopes cultivated by their respective civilizations.

Their voices were low and somber.

They had never imagined—

Not even the top hundred, not even the top thousand—

Their Human Race’s top-ranked cultivator, Xia Tianxuan Lady, ranked outside the top five thousand!

Had the myriad worlds and races truly grown this powerful?!

“Damn bastards! Three monsters passed the ‘Calamity-Level’ trial!”

The bald elder muttered under his breath.

“It’s utterly absurd—how strong must one be to survive a ‘Calamity-Level’ monster tide?”

The hat-wearing elder echoed the curse.

The selection of Lords of the Myriad Realms

must involve only the new generation,

and candidates must possess growth potential.

Sending in a pre-established powerhouse or artificially enhancing external strength to install someone as a new lord is impossible.

“Ah, it’s just the monster tide rankings—no big deal.”

“This isn’t the final result of the Ten-Thousand-Race Ranking War.”

The white-haired elder spoke up to calm everyone.

Though Xia Tianxuan Lady’s ranking was disappointing, at least she ranked higher than the hopes cultivated by the other four civilizations.

That brought him some comfort.

He looked around the hall and asked the others: “Do any of you have someone ranked even higher?”

“No.”

Numerous Human Race elders shook their heads in unison.

The oppressive atmosphere in the hall instantly eased.

“The second and third places should belong to the Crimson Demon Race and the Angelic Race.”

“But… what’s going on with first place?”

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“Never-Fallen? Why choose such a name?”

“Didn’t his race or faction advise him on naming…?”

Everyone began murmuring among themselves.

Even the five round-table elders wore puzzled expressions.

“Could it be the Mechanical Race?” asked the elderly man with the artificial eye, puzzled.

“The Mechanical Race? With their arrogance, if they’d claimed first place, they’d rush to every universe to proclaim it.”

The white-haired elder shook his head as he spoke.

At that moment, the three-eyed elder—representing the Psychic Civilization—hesitated briefly before saying:

“Could it be that this person wasn’t cultivated by any racial faction?”

“Judging by his territory’s name, he’s very likely an obscure figure.”

“An obscure figure? Can an obscure figure withstand a ‘Calamity-Class’ monster tide?” demanded the bald elder, eyes wide.

To withstand a ‘Calamity-Class’ monster tide relying solely on seven days of territory construction would be pure fantasy.

Thus, it must have been accomplished through the lord’s own strength alone.

A person capable of overpowering all races must be a peerless genius!

“Sigh… in any case, such a figure has nothing to do with us.”

“Let them compete amongst themselves.”

The white-haired elder shook his head and asked:

“How is the Elf Race faring?”

“Not optimistic—the Elf Princess born from the World Tree ranks 5,320th.”