Chapter 134: The Eight Clans Assemble

The Cosmic Black Market, established without the knowledge of the Otsutsuki Clan, served as a central hub for trade and the secret plotting of rebellion by various races. The Otsutsuki, as the legitimate rulers at the heart of the universe, had held dominion for countless years, governing through sheer force and oppressing many species—each yearning to rise against them.

Some sought greater benefits; others harbored different ambitions. Regardless of their motives, all shared a singular goal: to overthrow the Otsutsuki.

Currently, eight major races dominated the Cosmic Black Market, with tens of thousands of other species participating. Upon Earth's arrival this time, prominent representatives from each race surged forth from Hive Planet to greet it.

For instance, the Serpent-Headed Tribe was represented by Torepol, draped in a pink fur coat, sporting short yellow hair, floral-patterned shorts, and pointed leather shoes. Surrounded by his tribe’s guards, Torepol flew out of Hive Planet, his face etched with arrogance and irritation. Tens of thousands of Serpent-Headed Tribe members crowded behind him, finally hovering outside Earth.

Then there was the Soul Corpses Tribe, distinguished by their uniform blue short hair and the blades they carried—darker blades signifying greater strength. Their representative held a white blade.

“Tian Suo Zhanxing, so it’s you who comes forth. Where is your lord?” Torepol’s glare sharpened as he addressed the Soul Corpses representative, his anger deepening. “You of the Soul Corpses Tribe appear before me, yet my rank is higher. To be seen alongside you is humiliating. Damn it!”

His pink fur coat hung loosely, seeming soaked, as he muttered, “This blasted Earth has truly provoked me.”

Suddenly, hearty laughter broke through as another race arrived—the reigning Kings of the All-Kings Tribe. These beings, born wielding cosmic power, possessed strength rivaling any king from other races, which is why their clan bore the name “All-Kings.” A scarce trio arrived, led by a figure crowned with the character for “king.”

“So it’s you two. Seems the old Serpent-Headed and Soul Corpses kings hold their status in high regard,” the contemporary All-King remarked as he approached. Torepol and Tian Suo Zhanxing fell silent, offering only awkward smiles.

A burst of starlight illuminated space as yet another formidable race appeared: the Stellar Spirit Tribe. Their current king led tens of thousands of followers, laughing heartily. He nodded first to Torepol and Tian Suo Zhanxing, then turned to the All-King. “Brother, your tribe takes this lightly, sending only three despite your numbers.”

The All-King chuckled, standing with hands behind his back in the void. “I am the reigning king of the All-Kings Tribe. My presence alone grants sufficient honor.”

His voice reverberated through the void, rippling outward like waves.

The Stellar Spirit King easily dismissed this, laughing heartily. “I acknowledge your respect.” Moving beside the All-King, he cast a glance at Torepol and Tian Suo Zhanxing, snorting, “I arranged this meeting, yet some tribes show me no respect.”

Torepol and Tian Suo Zhanxing exchanged glances. Earlier, Tian Suo Zhanxing had mocked Torepol’s low rank, but now the situation was awkward—the combined status of the two was no match for the All-King and the Stellar Spirit King.

“I’m coming!”
“I’m coming too!”
“On my way!”
“...”

Soon after, the Demon Tribe, the Starry Sky Nomad Fish Tribe, the Light Moon Clan, and the Fur Tribe all arrived. The eight major races assembled, followed by tens of thousands of others, standing in throngs behind them.

The Stellar Spirit King’s voice thundered through space, echoing in all ears: “This is the Earth I spoke of. Everyone, await the Earthlings.”

He gestured toward Earth, drawing all eyes. Around the planet, ten suns and one moon revolved in orbit, while Earth itself remained still—white clouds and blue seas teeming with life. The Stellar Spirit King persuaded the tribes that Earth represented the crucial opportunity to spark rebellion against the Otsutsuki—a sign that Earth possessed the absolute strength to lead them.

For years, the races had confined themselves to this small locale, conspiring but never rebelling, because their strongest warriors were roughly equal in power, and no one would submit to another.

The crux, however, was that even their mightiest could not defeat the Otsutsuki’s higher echelons.

The Otsutsuki boasted ten supreme elders and an unknown-power clan leader, while the eight major races, balanced at grassroots levels, lacked sufficient top-tier strength.

Rebellion was doomed to fail.

The Stellar Spirit King told them Earth could fill this gap.

The All-King stepped forward, his demeanor cold as he stood in the void. “Don’t expect me to acknowledge this based on a single image and your words alone. Earth only has one record—a battle annihilating ten thousand Otsutsuki troops. That was but a skirmish. I require the Earthlings’ proof in person.”

His expression was serious. Every member of the All-Kings Tribe was a born ruler. Proof was simple: defeat him.

The Stellar Spirit King laughed. “Fine. I’m eager to witness Earth’s strength. Honestly, my admiration for Earth stems entirely from my daughter. I trust her. I suppose she remains on Earth?”

Their conversation echoed through the void, audible to all tribal representatives. For this reception, only a few kings personally arrived; others sent delegates. Even among the eight major races, only three kings came: the All-King, the Stellar Spirit King, and the Starry Sky Nomad Fish King.

The Nomad Fish King, sporting an eight-pronged mustache and a flicking fish tail, formed an ‘OK’ sign with his right hand while tugging his mustache. “I trust the Stellar Spirit King. If Earth’s strength disappoints and causes a major misunderstanding, there will be consequences.”

With the shrewdness of a merchant, he personally came to receive Earth, securing an unassailable position.

“I’m here. If Earth’s strength matches expectations, it’s only right that I greet them.”

“But if not...” He smiled faintly, “I’ll have reason to personally eliminate Earthlings. As for reputation, ha! I came trusting the Stellar Spirit King completely. A bad reputation would be his, not mine!”

His candid words also rang in the ears of all.

The Stellar Spirit King laughed heartily, “Fish King, you live up to your eight-pronged mustache. Whether you come or not, you can’t lose; any blame would be on me, the Stellar Spirit King.” Raising an eyebrow, he suddenly pointed at the Nomad Fish King. “No, you actually gain from this. The eight major tribes usually maintain polite facades; you, me, and everyone pretend all is well, hiding true relations. But this time, since I arranged it, not coming would slight me and prove poor ties with the Stellar Spirit Tribe. Ha! Fish King, after this event, our tribes will mingle more often.”

The Nomad Fish King chuckled, stroking his mustache, “By no means.”

As they spoke, laughter erupted across space—it was the Kings of the Serpent-Headed Tribe, the Soul Corpses Tribe, and other tribes, arriving one after another. Even smaller tribe kings swiftly appeared.

The Serpent-Headed King, wearing a tall hat, flew over. “Stellar Spirit King, All-King, Fish King—you arrived early. I was delayed by my wife. After this, I’ll settle accounts with her!”

The other kings offered similar excuses. The Stellar Spirit King, the All-King, and the Nomad Fish King chose to believe them.

Their earlier conversation had been deliberately audible to these hidden kings, successfully provoking their arrival.

With the objective achieved, there was no need to press further.

Suddenly, the Stellar Spirit King’s gaze turned toward Earth. “The Earthlings have arrived.”