It's easy to say a few words, but actually doing things is nowhere near as simple as it looks.
How much chance does he have of winning? Even Evan Chu himself doesn’t know. Maybe twenty percent. Maybe ten. Maybe not even that.
Evan Chu honestly isn’t sure, but he knows one thing: he must fight, he should fight, he has no choice but to fight! He can die, but he cannot retreat. He’s never lost, never been defeated, and never backed down—and this time will be no different!
After all these years, maybe Evan Chu’s age and talent don’t mean much in front of the true powerhouses of the Star-River Dominion. But if you think about it, from the mortal ranks of the Frostbane Trial World, to the Immortal Realm, to the God Realm—has he really experienced so little? Not really. Maybe not that much, but definitely not little either.
Frankly, very few people reach his level without facing constant trials. Of course, unlike the natives of the Star-River Dominion, anyone who climbed out of a trial world is never simple. They all belong to the dynasty’s direct line—the core, the elite, the very top.
That doesn’t prove Evan Chu is all-powerful—it just means he’s never lacked for hardship and tempering.
The circumstances may change, the danger may change, but in the end, if you’ve seen enough, it all starts to feel the same. If you’ve faced death enough times, you start to take it in stride.
The only real change is that Evan Chu went from being utterly alone, to having dozens of beauties around him, and then tens of thousands of brothers. The burden on his shoulders has only grown heavier.
When you’re alone, a lone wolf, life or death hardly matters—you lose, you run, simple as that. But now things are nothing like when Evan Chu first set foot on the path of cultivation. Behind him are too many expectations, too many eyes watching. He can’t retreat! One step back, and it’s the bottomless abyss.
It’s responsibility—and the power of Ninefold Will—that force him forward. He has no choice but to advance!
Even with no chance of winning, he still has to fight, to seize, to snatch victory!
After the meeting ended, Evan Chu didn’t leave with Desmond Mansfield, or with Lance Li, Night Wuming, Marcus Lin, Liam Savage, or anyone else. He walked alone through a quiet, empty garden.
The scenery here was nice—personally tended by Night Wuming in his spare time—but Evan Chu, standing in this space, didn’t bother to look around.
His mind was filled with thoughts of how to deal with the Frostbane Grand Army.
Evan Chu thought for a long time. Everything else was manageable—resources, Starstones, stars, Dragon-Chen wasn’t lacking any of those. Star-Treasure Pavilion might not be able to openly support Dragon-Chen, but behind the scenes, their help was absolutely reliable.
What does war come down to? Aside from top-tier combat power, it’s all about which legion has more resources—who collapses first, who loses first. Evan Chu didn’t need to worry about any of that.
Even if Star-Treasure Pavilion couldn’t support him for free, with the East-Star Prefecture Master’s backing, he could get the best resources at the lowest price. Plus, Evan Chu had a privilege no one else had—installment payments.
And the East-Star Prefecture Master’s support wasn’t just on the surface. When it came to Evan Chu’s success or failure, he cared even more than Evan Chu himself.
So resources weren’t a problem—the only issue was time.
Without enough time, no matter how much potential Dragon-Chen Legion, Wan-Xiong Legion, and the Dark Legion had, they couldn’t instantly turn every soldier into a peerless powerhouse, or leap three realms so everyone became a Saint Venerable.
But realistically, with the current strength and manpower of Dragon-Chen Hall, maybe only if everyone was at the Saint Venerable Realm could they have a real chance.
But is that even possible?!
Evan Chu, Desmond Mansfield, and Lin Luoxian—monsters like them are rare. It’s impossible for everyone to have that kind of talent, so this plan just won’t work. Unless Evan Chu could defy fate and speed up time by thousands of years, it’s all just empty talk.
But this isn’t his Chaos Trial World—it’s the Star-River Dominion. Even in his Chaos Trial World, accelerating a millennium would burn through countless star power and energy; Evan Chu would die of exhaustion ten times over.
Setting all that aside, Dragon-Chen’s high-end powerhouses are still no match for Holden Hong’s side. According to Star-Treasure Pavilion’s latest intel, the Frostbane Dynasty—including Holden Hong and his Holy Emperor Avatar—has two peak late-stage Holy Emperors, seven late-stage Holy Emperors, twenty-eight mid-stage Holy Emperors, and forty-six early-stage Holy Emperors.
There are more than 130 peak late Saint Venerables. That number is staggering! Evan Chu had no idea Frostbane Dynasty’s hidden strength was so terrifying.
Back then, Frostbane Dynasty’s visible strength was just the Seven Thrones, each stronger than peak late Saint Venerable. The Four Temple Masters had mid-stage Holy Emperor cultivation but rarely showed themselves.
But now, just the forces heading for Flowing-Light Dynasty—ten legions, over fifty Holy Emperors—are enough to make Evan Chu feel like he’s lost his mind for even considering a frontal fight.
Compared to Frostbane Dynasty, Dragon-Chen’s forces don’t even reach a third. It’s not that Dragon-Chen is weak—it’s that Frostbane Dynasty has hidden too deeply. Ten thousand years of planning, and Holden Hong is truly no ordinary man!
Without Evan Chu’s appearance, Holden Hong would already be number one in this corner of the Star-River Dominion—the ultimate overlord, leading Frostbane toward the central world at his peak!
And he wouldn’t be far from stepping into the Sacred Emperor Realm. Even breaking the Five Sacred Lands’ curse, Holden Hong could do it. Ten thousand years of accumulated power—it’s not surprising.
Evan Chu has nothing to say about it—except, where can he find more time?
Three months—there’s no way to rebel. The gap in strength is just too wide.
Suddenly, a thought flashes through Evan Chu’s mind—the Seven-Star Golden Tower! Huh? Why did that idea pop up? Evan Chu doesn’t know, but his soul instinctively dives into the Seven-Star Golden Tower inside the Chaos Trial World.
What’s so special about this ultimate treasure—the fusion of the Starry Void Sigil and the Star-Seal Throne? Especially after merging with the Big Dipper, it seems to have some connection to Ninefold Stellar Transformation.
As Evan Chu thinks this, his soul-shadow starts acting strangely.
In an instant, Star-Snatching Hand, Starshift Reversal, Stellar Blazeburst, Soul-Devouring Law—all these ultimate techniques of Ninefold Stellar Transformation flash through Evan Chu’s mind.
The next moment, Evan Chu’s true body also enters the Seven-Star Golden Tower, transforming into the embryonic Sacred Dragon Emperor physique.
The massive dragon head droops weakly, eyes closed, its former golden brilliance dimmed, but the aura of Evan Chu’s dragon body only grows more terrifying.
But inside Evan Chu’s body, an even greater upheaval is occurring. He’s shocked: “So the Seven-Star Golden Tower actually complements the power of Ninefold Profound Meaning! Right now, all the star power, energies, even star-soul and divine soul power inside me are being converted into Profound Meaning Power!”
Ninefold Profound Meaning Power!