Before Leaving

However, in the very next moment...

The entire space froze without warning.

The flowing light, the vibrating particles, and even Chen Fan's own heartbeat and thoughts all fell into absolute stillness for a moment.

A majestic figure, indescribable in its grandeur and seemingly formed from endless white light, silently appeared before him.

The newcomer simply stood there, yet seemed to become the sole entity in this space and time.

The frozen spacetime was slightly freed, and Chen Fan regained his mobility.

He immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to the figure.

"Disciple Chen Fan greets Senior White Emperor."

The White Emperor's gaze seemed to pierce through eternity, landing on Chen Fan with a hint of approval and surprise that even He could not conceal.

"I originally thought it would take you at least five or six years to perfect the foundation of your Divine Kingdom."

His voice was calm, yet it contained a supreme rhythm.

"I never imagined you would use war to sustain war, shortening this process to this extent."

"Very good."

These two simple words are the greatest affirmation of Chen Fan's trip.

White Emperor abruptly changed the subject, getting straight to the point without any beating around the bush.

"In that case, the agreement on the Boundary Sea can be brought forward."

His gaze was deep, as if he were staring at a vaster, more dangerous, unknown world.

"Chen Fan, would you be willing to come with me now to that... true pinnacle of Martial Dao?"

Boundary Sea!

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan was deeply shaken, and an overwhelming desire welled up within him.

That is the pursuit of greater power, the yearning for a wider world!

Without hesitation, he looked up, his eyes burning with fierce determination, took a deep breath, and was about to answer.

The White Emperor seemed to see through his thoughts and raised his hand.

A pure white, ancient token, seemingly formed from pure light and engraved with profound Daoist patterns, slowly floated before him.

"Going to the Boundary Sea is a perilous journey, with nine out of ten chances of death. Even those at the Ninth-Tier Peak are like ants. Although your foundation is now solid, your mind still has attachments."

The White Emperor's voice carried a hint of warning.

"You still have unfinished business to attend to. Once you believe you have severed all worldly ties and your Dao Heart is truly perfect and flawless, then crush this token."

"I will come then and lead you on a new journey."

The majestic figure of the White Emperor, formed from pure radiance, vanished quietly like a dream.

The frozen spacetime instantly resumed its flow.

Chen Fan remained bowed, his hand tightly gripping the warm, jade-like white token.

He could clearly sense that this small token contained a terrifying power capable of easily tearing apart the current Dimensions of the universe.

Boundary Sea...

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the Alloy walls of the warship, looking out into the boundless dark universe, his eyes filled with an unprecedented determination.

The thoughts in the Quiet Chamber lasted only a moment.

Chen Fan appeared in the command center the next moment, looking at his comrades who were still immersed in the replay of the mythical battle, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He didn't say much, he just waved his hand gently.

Two calm words, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Go home."

"Boom!!"

The warship's engines were instantly powered to full capacity, unleashing a deafening roar as they transformed into a dazzling streak of Stream of Light that tore through the dark matter universe, making a spatial jump towards the Thirteenth Garrison Node.

When that battered yet glorious warship appeared above the fortress, the entire Thirteenth Garrison Node erupted in jubilation.

The deafening roar of the revelry was enough to overturn the Stars.

Countless soldiers, known for their iron will, were now moved to tears. They rushed out of the barracks, filled the square, and roared the same name with all their might.

"The Garrison Envoy!!"

"The Garrison Envoy is invincible!!"

That night, Node held its biggest and most extravagant victory celebration ever.

Wei Changkong and the other veterans who had crawled out of Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood, their eyes reddened, held the strongest liquor, their hands trembling, and squeezed in front of Chen Fan again and again.

"Garrison Envoy... I respect you!"

"If it weren't for you... we would have been nothing but Cosmic Dust long ago!"

Their words were choked with emotion, incoherent, and filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster and a deep-seated reverence.

Chen Fan abandoned his usual coldness and sternness when facing Alien Races, now sporting a gentle smile and welcoming everyone. Whether it was an Eighth-Order general or an ordinary taxi driver, he would drink the wine offered to him in one gulp.

He wanted to share the glory and joy of victory with every comrade who had entrusted his back to him.

This was his destiny in this world.

The revelry lasted for three days.

Three days later, Chen Fan summoned all core members above the Eighth-Order and announced that he would go into seclusion for a month to thoroughly consolidate the gains from this battle.

Amidst the awe and anticipation of the crowd, he stepped into the Quiet Chamber, completely isolating himself from the outside noise.

The Quiet Chamber was deathly silent.

More than twenty Ninth-Tier Cores, still exuding a terrifying imperial aura, floated silently in the air.

Chen Fan sat cross-legged, and the divine power of [Divine Kingdom in the Palm] roared into operation.

A miniature black hole that could devour everything quietly appeared before him. The cores that would drive any Ninth Tier expert mad were swallowed up like swallows returning to their nests.

The Miniature Universe within his Dantian began to expand wildly.

The Milky Way was born at an unprecedented speed, its brilliant light illuminating the dark Void, and countless chains of laws resonated and intertwined, emitting the sound of the Great Dao.

The Mid-Ninth Tier realm was thoroughly solidified and perfectly stabilized under the scouring of massive amounts of primordial Origin Source, leaving no trace of superficiality.

One month later, Chen Fan emerged from seclusion.

He concealed all his aura, his sharpness hidden, with black hair and black eyes, looking like an ordinary boy next door.

However, when he appeared in the Command Center, Wei Changkong and the other Eighth-Order powerhouses, who had already undergone a complete transformation, felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation. It was an unparalleled pressure that was as deep and imposing, as if they were facing not a person, but a real universe in operation.

Without delay, Chen Fan immediately summoned all core members.

The atmosphere in the solemn and dignified Command Center was heavy.

Chen Fan's gaze swept over the familiar yet reverent faces as he calmly announced a shocking piece of news.

"I am about to leave the Thirteenth Garrison Node."

"To journey to a vaster, more perilous battlefield, to pursue a higher realm of Martial Dao."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Command Center fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

"The Garrison Envoy!"

Wei Changkong was the first to speak out, his voice trembling slightly. This newly promoted Eighth-Order Late Stage iron-blooded warrior's voice was now filled with an undisguised tremor.