Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1733: 975: The Grand Kaiyuan Banquet and the Sirius System

The Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly transmitted its spiritual will, triggering a thunderous roar of excitement from the various massive military divisions stationed across Earth.

In contrast, the cheers from the Blazing Angel Army Group and the Flame Angel Army Group were somewhat more subdued. However, order was maintained, as these warriors understood that the era they once dominated had long since faded into history.

Following this, the Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly, the Lonely Wolf Emperor, the Roach Emperor, the Serpent Emperor, and Red-tailed rose in unison. Together, they hoisted the Star Sky Battle Flag toward the Sea of Destiny, allowing the banner to flutter majestically in the gale at this pivotal moment.

The soul patterns on the flag, which had previously been unique to the Wolf Pack Civilization, were replaced by four massive new characters!

Sirius System!

This change did not signify a renaming of the Wolf Pack Civilization itself, but rather the formal renaming of the Stellar System under their dominion!

This territory was no longer known as the Hao Ri Star System; it was now the Sirius Star System.

As these four soul pattern characters manifested, even the great clans of the Star Nebula felt a sense of heavy solemnity.

This was because a small nebula named Sirius existed on the fringes of the Blazing Nebula!

That unified small nebula possessed the potential to evolve into a true star nebula and wielded terrifying might. Consequently, seeing the "Sirius System" name led many star nebula clans to wonder if there was a hidden link between this place and the Sirius Nebula.

The various exotic beasts of the Wolf Pack Civilization, however, did not dwell on such complexities. As the Star Sky Battle Flag snapped in the wind, the morale of the entire civilization surged to unprecedented heights.

The collective howls of nearly two trillion soldiers from the military groups reverberated, filling the atmosphere of the entire planet.

As the fervor reached its zenith, the Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly acted with total generosity. Following the Wolf Lord’s instructions, nearly all the fortune harvested from the Radiant Sun Star was presented at this massive banquet.

These rewards were bestowed upon every beast in the military groups and all visiting powers, distributed according to their specific Cultivation levels!

This overwhelming feast of fortune swayed the hearts of many small factions and independent exotic beasts who had been wavering. Witnessing such bounty, they solidified their resolve to swear fealty to the Wolf Pack Civilization.

After all, in this new era of the Stellar System, conflict and upheaval had been suppressed. As the Wolf Pack Civilization expanded into every corner of the system, a reckoning with those who remained outside their fold was inevitable.

This celebration of fortune continued for several months.

Such duration was standard for a superpower. Due to its sheer scale, every administrative action—aside from sudden blitzkriegs or surprise assaults—was inherently complex and time-consuming.

The feast deeply satisfied the gathered exotic beasts, with many even achieving sudden breakthroughs in their Cultivation.

This was to be expected, as they were consuming nearly seventy percent of the total fortune belonging to a Level 5 Star Overlord power.

If converted into Luck Stones, these resources would be valued at tens of trillions. Despite the Radiant Sun Tribe enduring the turbulence of a bloody war for over half an era, the remaining fortune was still staggering in its magnitude.

Even the portion of fortune that other star nebula clans had fought over and condensed was worth seven to eight hundred billion, equaling the total resources of two average stellar systems.

Such was the massive foundation of a powerful star! This was precisely why the Jupiter Empress had been willing to gamble everything on total conquest.

She knew that if the Radiant Sun Star were seized, every stake she had placed would return a thousandfold.

Su Lin’s decision to distribute such vast resources served two purposes. First, it was a lavish reward for the Wolf Pack Great Army that had spent centuries fighting under his banner. The fortune essence and exotic plants were particularly vital for healing the deep-seated internal injuries these beasts had sustained.

The Wolf Pack Civilization Su Lin envisioned needed to remain agile, fierce, and predatory—not a force burdened by lingering wounds and sickness. Thus, he never withheld the rewards they earned.

Secondly, providing these resources was a move to pacify the newly integrated Blazing Angel and Flame Angel Army Groups, as well as the various neutral observers and rogue experts.

Resources remain the most effective tool for securing loyalty and preventing dissent within massive armies. As long as these new additions and scattered powers remained peaceful in the near future, the Wolf Pack Civilization could focus on true growth.

Stability was Su Lin’s primary objective, and he was willing to spend any amount of resources to ensure it.

Once the initial grand feast concluded, the Wolf Pack Civilization transitioned into a phase of comprehensive bestowment.

For this event, the civilization utilized the flesh and blood of the countless powerful foes and fallen soldiers from past wars. This biomass had been refined by the Sea of Destiny, stripped of its original appearance to avoid triggering the trauma of those who had fought them.

In governing such a vast and sentient species, Su Lin understood that raw combat power and prestige were not enough; he had to manage the psychological state of his subjects as well.

As the bestowment began, every member of the Wolf Pack Civilization, from the veterans to the newest recruits, waited with bated breath.

This was because, within any great power, there is something even more alluring than resources: power and status.

In the Wolf Pack Civilization, where the hierarchy was absolute, the reverence for rank was burned into the soul of every beast. Even the newly incorporated Angel Army Groups watched the proceedings in solemn silence, knowing their future standing would be decided here.

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The Little Lone Wolf commanded two Beta Wolves to haul away the remains of Meng Hu. Meanwhile, the massive carcass of the Mad Thunder Skyhawk required ten Hai Wolves to move; its size was so gargantuan that fewer wolves simply could not manage the transport.

The Little Lone Wolf declared that the Mad Thunder Skyhawk was reserved solely for Su Lin’s consumption. Su Lin agreed, as such high-quality flesh was a rare find, and he had no intention of sharing it with the other lead wolves.

He had two reasons: first, the other leaders lacked the level necessary to digest the Skyhawk’s immense energy; second, Su Lin required vast amounts of Variant Species Flesh to fuel his own progression. He could not pass up such a potent source of power.

On the return journey, Su Lin led the pack with a thunderous roar. The ground trembled so violently the ice layers nearly cracked, and the flora they passed was left flattened. A terrifying aura trailed the White Wolf Pack as they surged toward the Land of Adventure.

Hidden predators watched from the shadows with wide eyes, their gazes fixed on the silhouette of the White Wolves. The pressure emanating from the pack was so overwhelming that the observers trembled. Had it not been for their primal, wild nature, they might have collapsed in submission right then and there.

Several high-level variant beasts detected the massive energy fluctuations and peered out. They watched the White Wolf Pack race past, noting the wolves at the rear struggling to carry the enormous, glowing corpse of the Mad Thunder Skyhawk.

The surging power within the dead Skyhawk had not yet faded. Even though the White Wolves carrying it were straining under the weight, the sight filled the distant observers with awe.

What kind of entity could slay a Mad Thunder Skyhawk—a creature of such devastating power—and then parade its body so boldly toward the Land of Adventure?

As the predators watched in shock, the White Wolf of unfathomable strength flickered past. He moved too quickly for the eye to follow, appearing like a ghostly shadow using No Trace. By the time they could focus again, the White Wolf was already atop a distant ridge, letting out a sky-shaking howl to guide his pack into the Arctic depths.

That silver-white silhouette left an indelible mark on the hearts of every predator that witnessed it. It was an image they would carry for the rest of their lives.

To them, that White Wolf represented the pinnacle of power—a being with a terrifying, limitless strength they dared not challenge, and eyes that looked down upon the world with a chilling indifference.

This was the true definition of a powerhouse.