The Return Journey

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!!"

Three muffled, deafening roars that shook the Star System erupted in succession.

Those three Ninth-Tier Emperors didn't even have time to utter a scream before they were destroyed from within by the backlash of their most prized power, turning into three incomparably dazzling yet death-filled cosmic fireworks.

Chen Fan's gaze swept coldly across the chaotic battlefield like that of a god high in the heavens.

He did not choose to exterminate them all.

He deliberately ignored the most disheveled and intensely burning Origin Source of emperors.

He needs these living messengers to convey the stories unfolding here today to Ten Thousand Races of the Star Sea.

His gaze sharpened again, locking onto nine other targets.

This time, he made his move again.

Nine beams of gray divine light, imbued with the meaning of ultimate Annihilation, shot out from his fingertips!

That is not light, but the manifestation of the Tao, the embodiment of death!

Like nine divine spears that judge all things, they caught up with the other nine fleeing emperors with unparalleled precision, moving at a speed that transcended time and space, and silently pierced through their respective Dao Fruits.

The nine emperors froze on the spot, all the light and vitality in their eyes instantly extinguished by the gray divine light.

The next moment, the nine enormous, Stars- like corpses of emperors, as if having lost all support, fell helplessly from the Void.

Chen Fan made a move from a distance.

Nine grotesque heads, still bearing traces of terror and resentment, snapped off and transformed into nine streaks of Stream of Light that traversed the Star Sea and flew to his front.

With the power of supreme Dao Principles, he supported the nine emperor heads that exuded overwhelming ferocity, and slowly turned around.

He looked into the distance.

The group of Human Race elders, including the Battle Venerable, who were already speechless with shock, were now trembling and tearful.

A calm yet incredibly solemn voice resounded throughout the entire battlefield, echoing deep within the Divine Souls of every surviving Human Race warrior.

"Chen Fan..."

Holding the head of the Nine Emperors in his hands, he bowed deeply to the group of predecessors who had fought valiantly for Human Race and for him, nearly exhausting themselves, and performed a most solemn salute.

"With the heads of the Nine Emperors, let us celebrate for our Human Race!"

The roar was deafening, like thunderclaps, and it echoed throughout the silent Star Sea.

After a brief but intense silence, all the surviving Human Race warriors finally snapped out of their daze at the mythical scene.

Endless humiliation, a century of oppression, the grief and indignation of compatriots dying in battle...

At this moment, all emotions transformed into a cosmic roar of ecstasy and fury!

Congratulations!

"Congratulations to my Human Race!!"

The Battle Venerable and the other Ninth Tier powerhouses, who were heavily injured and almost exhausted, looked at the figure standing before the head of the Nine Emperors, holding up supreme glory in one hand. In their cloudy eyes, there was the ecstasy of surviving a calamity, the awe from the depths of their souls, and the boundless joy of seeing the rise of the future Heaven-Supporting Colossus of the Human Race.

He dragged his nearly shattered body, supported by several Eighth-Order experts, and slowly moved to Chen Fan's side.

This veteran Ninth Tier warrior, who had fought for Human Race for countless eras and whose spine had never bent, now bowed deeply to the young man before him, representing all the surviving warriors.

"In this battle, Human Race... should be proud of you!"

His voice was hoarse, yet every word was firm and resounding.

Chen Fan moved swiftly and appeared in front of Battle Venerable, quickly reaching out to support him.

"You flatter me, senior."

Chen Fan was humble, without the slightest arrogance of someone who had achieved early success, and his voice was steady and powerful.

"Chen Fan is also Human Race; this is simply his duty."

Having said that, he pointed his fingers together like a sword, and a pure, emerald-green light quietly shone from his fingertips.

The radiance seemed to contain the most Origin Source life force from the beginning of the universe, transforming into gentle streams of energy that flowed into the bodies of the Battle Venerable and several other seniors with the most severe injuries.

"Buzz!!"

As life energy flowed, the parched meridians of Battle Venerable and others were like rain after a long drought, and their life force, which was on the verge of collapse, was firmly stabilized.

Although the cracks etched on the Dao Fruit could not be easily eradicated, at least they were pulled back from the brink of destruction.

The veteran experts felt the changes within their bodies, and their hearts were filled with even more shock and emotion.

Such refined Life Dao Principles are simply unheard of.

After a brief rest, the Battle Venerable made a decision.

"Young friend Chen Fan, we will lead our remaining troops back to the First Defense Line."

He looked at Chen Fan with undisguised enthusiasm and expectation in his eyes.

"Come back with us, and the entire Human Race will offer you the highest honor!"

Other Human Race powerhouses echoed this sentiment, eager for everyone in the heart of the Federation to witness firsthand the prowess of this young legend.

However, Chen Fan gazed into the distance in the direction of the Thirteenth Garrison Node, his eyes calm and resolute.

He politely declined.

"Thank you all for your kindness," Chen Fan said, clasping his hands in a fist salute. "But my battlefield is still there."

There, he was joined by a group of comrades who had fought alongside him and entrusted their lives to him.

Upon hearing this, Battle Venerable and the others were slightly taken aback, but then understood.

They didn't insist, but simply nodded emphatically.

"Good! The battlefield is still there!" The Battle Venerable laughed heartily, his heroic spirit overflowing. "Then let's make a pact: when we achieve our goal, we will drink three hundred cups of wine together at the Human Race Sacred Hall!"

"Must."

Chen Fan nodded solemnly.

The massive fleet slowly started up, the roar of its engines breaking the deathly silence of the battlefield.

Carrying unparalleled glory and a glorious victory that could shake the entire Human Federation, it slowly departed from the Star Domain that witnessed the birth of a myth.

Chen Fan watched the fleet sail away until it became a point of light in the Star Sea before turning around.

With one step, he was back on the warship at the Thirteenth Node.

"Buzz!"

The moment he stepped onto the deck, Wei Changkong and all the veterans, who had already witnessed everything through the distant Light Screen, seemed to have all their strength drained away, and were instantly filled with boundless fervor.

They knelt on one knee, their movements perfectly synchronized, and with all their might, unleashed a roar like a thunderclap:

"Welcome back in Garrison Envoy, Garrison Commander!!"

"May Human Race triumph! May the Garrison Envoy be invincible!!"

The sound coalesced into a torrent of steel, causing the entire warship to hum and vibrate.

Looking at his comrades who had fought alongside him from humble beginnings and whose faces were now filled with fervor and reverence, Chen Fan smiled gently.

He didn't say much, but simply waved gently to everyone.

Two calm words, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Go home."

"Boom!!"

The warship's engines were instantly powered to full capacity, transforming into a dazzling streak of Stream of Light as it made a spatial jump towards the Thirteenth Garrison Node.

Inside the Quiet Chamber, Chen Fan sat cross-legged.

He was preparing to analyze what he had gained from the battle, thoroughly digest the energy of the more than twenty Ninth-Tier Cores, and further solidify his own realm.