"Nope!"

That one word from Zamura stupefied everyone at the place, for a moment making the atmosphere awkward.

"Hahaha!" Suddenly, an Elementary God Realm cultivator from the Guria Continent laughed aloud as he spoke, "It seems a small group of you attained some powerful inheritance and became strong. However, that's it. You guys don't have any foundation."

"The source of your strength is the Sub-Realm that appeared in the Zamuria Continent," he said, having already been informed of the details from those in his continent that had entered the Sub-Realm as well.

"And now, you've been fooling everyone here in hopes of stealing not only our resources but our talents as well!"

"Talents?" Zamura snorted at the words, causing the faces of every immortal to turn ashen. "You're overestimating yourselves. Aren't the results clear?"

"Well, why don't we do it like this?" He raised his hand, pointing at the Zamuria Emperor. "Our Mountain Sect would align with the Zamuria Continent. Both the Rumria and Guria Continents can align and face against us. It'll be just the same as we've always done. But this time, there would be a victor within a century."

"If anyone has the guts to bet with me, then come forward," Zamura smirked as he said.

"What's the wager?" That Elementary God snorted.

"My Spiritual Incarnation," Zamura said, shocking everyone from the Mountain Sect.

"Wait, did I hear that right? If we win, we'll get Cultivator's Spiritual Incarnation?" A Semi-God Realm cultivator muttered as his face flushed red from greed, shouting, "We'll accept!"

"We'll accept!"

"We'll accept!"

Semi-God Realm cultivators that were aware of Zamura's old identity bellowed with maniacal craze. It was so much so that the rest of the immortals were shocked, wondering why this was happening.

It has to be expected that among those Semi-Gods, there were even disciples of Primal Gods.

"Strange, my disciple wasn't this excited even when becoming my disciple. Just who exactly is this brat that he could rile up their greed to such an extent?" A Primal God from the Guria Continent frowned.

Though, upon recalling the scene when Zamura deflected his attack, he clenched his hand into a fist.

"Kid, shall we participate in that bet as well?" The figure-changing Primal God approached Zamura, asking.

"There's no use in joining the bet anyway. It's impossible for my side to lose, even considering our current strength." Zamura smiled, extending his hand. "If you're bored, why don't you visit my sect and consider becoming a member?"

"Will it be more interesting than whooping this guy's ass daily?" The figure-changing Primal God pointed at the other Primal God with him.

"Definitely," Zamura smirked as he replied. "Actually, you'll be shocked on a daily basis to such an extent that you'll find that normal. That's how different we are there."

"Consider it done then." The figure-changing Primal God laughed in response. "I'm Zualin, and this dumped son-in-law of mine is Faunkill, once called the Immortal Severance Primal God."

"A titled Primal God?" Zamura was surprised before laughing. "We accept you to our Mountain Sect! Welcome!"

"Well, we might as well do the same." The remaining four Primal Gods also did the same. It seemed they honestly didn't care about whether or not Mountain Sect had enough resources to sustain their cultivation.

They just wished to join a sect and create a base for themselves. And since this was the first time rogue Primal Gods had made an appearance, they had already communicated with each other beforehand.

After all, with them joining, the Mountain Sect's power straight-up shot to the top. All three continents had four Primal Gods each, while the Mountain Sect now possessed six Primal Gods.

It completely toppled the state of affairs, shifting the dynamics of the three continents to them.

"This is bad. If we don't suppress them right now, the seats that we have preserved for countless millennia would be destroyed." The three Emperors communicated with one another.

However, just when they planned to make a move, there was a bright light in the sky before a majestic ground manifested itself. Immediately after, a heavenly voice resounded.

"Since the state of things has changed, the wars would be changed from a three-way continental war to a four-way sect war. Plus, the winner would attain ownership not only to this Sub-Realm but also to the three continents. The entrances to this Celestial Battlefield would be available in the capital of the four forces, respectively. And..."

"The Sub-Realm accepts the 100-year bet. If there's failure to declare a winner by then, the Sub-Realm will collapse, never to be inherited ever again."

"A Land Spirit!" Krune stared at the source of the voice, muttering, "This Sub-Realm has attained a staggering height of development to create a Land Spirit."

"Land Spirit? As expected." The Primal Gods nodded, understanding as they all uttered in unison, "We accept!"

Immediately after, beams of light flashed as everyone was teleported away from the arena.

"We'reback?" Krune looked around in shock, noticing that he was hovering before the Mountain Sect now, looking around to see that everyone from the sect had been transported here. This also included the rogue cultivators that had expressed their wish to join the sect.

He then observed the portal hovering ten kilometers from the sect's entrance, staring at it as he was able to observe that Celestial Battlefield through it.

"This is the Mountain Sect?" The figure-changing Primal God, Zualin, stared at the imposing floating city that spanned a radius of 100 kilometers, shocked as he observed the denseness of the structure, frowning. "I thought the Mountain Sect didn't have the resources necessary for our cultivation."

"Not yet, for the Primal Gods anyway," Zamura replied. "As for the Elementary Gods, it would be a slight stretch to support them. But that's only for now. As the years pass, our accumulations would continue to increase."

"I can say with guarantee that our sect's foundation and potential surpasses the three continents combined," Zamura said proudly.

"What the hell?" Zualin was shocked, especially when he observed how none of the sect members batted an eye at such a claim, treating it as a common fact.

It caused him to take a second glance at Krune and the others, thinking to himself, 'Are these still the same brats I saw back then?'