The Gathering
The golden sun that once seemed to never go out on Chen Fan's fist no longer shone as brightly as before, and its light had dimmed slightly.
Wen Yuan, who had always been calm and composed, had fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his originally long and steady breathing became slightly rapid.
The power within them remains as vast as the sea, but each time they unleash a towering wave, they inevitably consume the seawater itself.
When the two rushed out of the spatial passage and arrived at the last point of distress for their journey, the scene before them made their hearts sink simultaneously.
This is an interstellar fortress suspended in Cosmic Dust, but at this moment, more than half of its structure has been corroded away by the terrifying acid, and the metal structure is groaning under the strain, as if it will disintegrate at any moment.
Below, two colossal beasts, far exceeding the size of any previous insect generals of the same rank and covered in dark green corrosive liquid, were in an almost mocking manner, continuously spewing out fan-shaped bursts of acidic breath, slowly eroding the last line of defense.
Twin Corrosion Kings!
Both ends are at the Seventh Grade Late Stage!
"This time, we're in trouble."
Wen Yuan's voice became serious.
Chen Fan didn't speak, but silently moved his wrist, and his knuckles made a crisp popping sound.
The battle erupted instantly.
Chen Fan's punch, wreathed in golden flames, was blocked head-on.
One of the corrosive creatures secreted a viscous acid layer hundreds of meters thick from the king's body, which effectively neutralized most of his domineering and unparalleled fist force.
It wasn't until Chen Fan unleashed five punches, completely evaporating the acid, that he finally smashed half of its body with a single blow.
On the other side, Wen Yuan's life vine was also being severely restrained by the other king's corrosive domain. As soon as the emerald green vines approached, they were quickly dissolved and turned into foul-smelling smoke. Each time it was stimulated and repaired, it was rapidly consuming his Origin Source life force.
This was a truly arduous battle.
After an incense stick has burned.
"Boom!!"
With the last Corrupted King being crushed by Chen Fan's foot from high above, turning into a shower of green rain, this arduous battle finally came to an end.
Below, the surviving soldiers erupted in hoarse, frenzied cheers.
Chen Fan and Wen Yuan were unable to respond. They leaned against the dilapidated city wall behind them, feeling the emptiness and exhaustion emanating from their bodies.
Chen Fan looked up at the boundless starry sky.
In the distance, glimmers of war still flickered, like will-o'-the-wisps that would never be extinguished.
You can save one place, but you can't save a hundred.
You can kill one Seventh Grade, but you can't kill a hundred Seventh Grade.
If this continues, Human Race will eventually be worn down and killed.
The desire to become stronger in his heart had never been so firm and fervent as it was at this moment.
What he needs is not the power to win battle after battle.
Rather... it's the power to deliver the decisive blow and completely turn the tide of the battle!
At the same time.
On the Cosmic Frontier, in the primordial chaos.
The battle between the Human Race Martial God and the Insect Race emperors has reduced several Star Systems to cold dust, yet the outcome remains uncertain.
[Fighting like this will be pointless even after another era.]
The Insect Emperor's vast and icy spiritual energy swept across the Star Domain.
[How about we try a different way of playing?]
The Human Race Martial God stared at it expressionlessly.
[Using that Nascent World as a chessboard, each of us sends our offspring below the Eighth-Order into it, their fates to be determined by destiny. Ultimately, whichever side survives to the end will own this world.]
This is a brutal gamble.
Using the best young generation from both sides to gamble on the future of a race.
The Human Race Martial God remained silent for a long time.
Behind him lies the Fire Seed of hope for billions of Human Race.
He can't afford to lose.
But he understood even more clearly that if the stalemate continued, the one who would ultimately lose would be the Human Race, whose foundation was weaker.
"Can."
A single word, like a divine decree descending, embodies an unquestionable, iron-willed resolve.
[Good!]
A flicker of greed, the satisfaction of a successful scheme, flashed in the Insect Emperor's countless compound eyes.
The next moment.
A golden divine decree containing the supreme Martial Dao will and an imperial edict filled with tyranny and destruction simultaneously pierced through the endless Void of the universe, spreading instantly to their respective territories!
Above the interstellar fortress.
Chen Fan and Wen Yuan, who were meditating with their eyes closed, suddenly looked up.
A golden Light Screen of light, beyond description, stretched across the entire sky, seemingly dividing the universe in two.
Immediately afterwards, the silver communicators on their wrists burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling light.
A majestic voice resounded deep within their souls!
"A divine decree has been issued; the Final Trial has begun!"
"All Martial Artists below the Eighth-Order, regardless of their background or past, must immediately assemble at the Azure Dragon Star Gate!"
"Fight for... the fate of our race!"
The moment he finished speaking, the slight weariness in Chen Fan's eyes vanished.
Instead, there is a burning fighting spirit that can set the Stars ablaze!
Crisis?
No!
This was the ultimate opportunity he had always dreamed of—to rise to the top in one step and gain the power to turn the tide of battle!
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Wen Yuan beside him.
Wen Yuan was also looking at him, and in those gentle eyes, a resolute flame was burning.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The next second.
No words are needed.
Chen Fan and Wen Yuan, the two Senior Fellow Apprentice who had just been sharing the same exhaustion, transformed into two golden streaks of Stream of Light that tore through the sky at the same moment, leaping at full speed toward the coordinates indicated by the divine oracle Light Screen!
They are not alone.
On this vast and boundless cosmic battlefield, in those shattered Star Domain shrouded in war and death, powerful auras, some as blazing as Stars, some as sharp as divine swords, and some as heavy as mountains, simultaneously soared into the sky.
Countless Stream of Light converged from all directions of the universe.
This is an unprecedented journey home, a pilgrimage to the end.
Azure Dragon Star Gate.
It floats silently in the center of a desolate Star Domain, with the remains of a long- Annihilation white dwarf as its base. On the door frame, billions of complex and mysterious runes are carved, each rune seemingly telling the story of a bloody battle.
It is itself an immortal War Fortress.
At this moment, tens of thousands of figures stood solemnly before the Star Gate, forming a silent military formation.
They came in all shapes and sizes: some were burly giants clad in heavy armor, some were aloof Daoist priests carrying sword cases, and some were withered old men holding magic staffs.
They are the backbone of Human Race, battle-hardened legion commanders, and Guardian Gods protecting their respective territories.
Even the weakest among them possesses the cultivation of the Seventh Grade Immortal Realm!
A fierce and murderous aura, formed from the combined wills of countless powerful beings, froze the entire starry sky, causing even light to become viscous and slow to travel.
When Chen Fan and Wen Yuan arrived, they walked silently to the front of the army formation.
Standing there were all powerful individuals like them, their auras as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, already standing at the pinnacle of the Seventh Grade.