The Martial God Realm

Chen Fan's figure pierced through the raging flames, ignoring the intense heat that could melt Ninth Tier divine metal, and appeared before the Abyssal Sovereign.

He clenched his right fist and threw a punch.

This punch was no longer restrained, but instead carried the vast power of the primordial universe!

The Abyssal Sovereign's enormous body, along with its divine Divine Soul and all traces of its existence in the world, was utterly shattered into countless pure points of light flying everywhere under this punch.

Chen Fan didn't even glance at the results of the battle before disappearing again.

Black Tortoise Bastion.

This place is currently under fierce attack by the Guixu Skeleton Army.

Countless war behemoths forged from Death Metal, along with grotesque skeletal warships, formed a steel torrent spanning the Star Domain.

This is a legion that exists purely for destruction and death.

Chen Fan stood quietly at the forefront of the Human Race defense line, his expression calm.

Faced with this vast, cold, and lifeless army, he did not choose to attack.

He simply pushed his own vast and boundless Life Dao Principles to their limit.

A visible emerald green ripple of life, centered on him, spread irresistibly across the entire battlefield like the first ripple on a spring lake.

A bizarre yet magnificent scene unfolded.

Any skeletal warship swept by this wave of life force had its constituent matter's concept of death forcibly reversed by a higher- Dimensions force.

Countless lush green vines and delicate flowers instantly sprouted from the indestructible death Alloy armor.

Inside the cold, mechanical structure, gears and energy lines crumbled under the erosion of a wildly burgeoning life force, eventually turning into handfuls of fertile dust.

Those war behemoths, whose size rivaled that of mountains, had their life force detonated from within, and their massive bodies transformed into verdant mountains covering primeval forests in the blink of an eye.

A war against the very laws of death itself ended silently yet grandly, in a manner akin to a work of art.

In the blink of an eye, all three main battlefields were wiped out.

The next moment, a Divine Thought projection issued by the Federation's Supreme Command simultaneously projected Chen Fan's figure into every corner of the Human Race Territory.

A war-torn border, a prosperous and peaceful central star city, a desolate and lifeless mining planet...

All the surviving Human Race, no matter where they were or what they were doing, suddenly looked up and saw that figure standing tall in the Star Sea.

Chen Fan surveyed the pairs of eyes that had shifted from blank to fervent reverence after surviving the ordeal. His voice was calm, yet it resonated with an undeniable cosmic law, echoing deep within the souls of each person.

"I am Chen Fan."

"Human Race will surely win this battle."

Those who invade our territory will be killed without mercy!

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from everyone's sight, heading straight back to the Sacred Temple located deep in the ancestral land of the Human Race.

He needs a week to fully solidify his nascent Martial God realm.

One week later.

At the summit of the Sacred Temple, Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.

His aura was already perfectly harmonious and flawless, seemingly detached from the entire universe, as if he might Transcendence it at any moment.

Just then, a figure in white appeared silently before him; it was none other than the White Emperor.

The White Emperor's gaze was as deep and unfathomable as he silently looked at him, and slowly spoke, "How does it feel? The true power of Martial God."

Chen Fan stood up and respectfully bowed to the White Emperor.

"Replying to senior, I feel... I'm still very weak."

Upon hearing this, the White Emperor's eternally unchanging face revealed a hint of approving smile.

"Very good, you haven't let power cloud your judgment."

"Well then, it's time for you to know..."

Even among Martial Gods, there are vast differences.

The White Emperor looked at Chen Fan, and the approving smile on his unchanging face slowly faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

"If you have this mindset, you are qualified to know the scenery beyond the Martial God."

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually flicked his sleeve.

In an instant, the wind and clouds at the top of the Sacred Temple changed, and the laws rippled out like water, evolving into three majestic Divine Thrones in the Void in front of the two.

The three Divine Thrones were all formed from Chaotic Qi, yet they were arranged at different heights and clearly distinct from each other.

The lowest one shone with restrained light, the middle one was surrounded by laws, while the highest one seemed not to exist in this space-time, exuding an absolute majesty that Transcendence all things.

"The Martial God Realm is not the end, but a new beginning on your path of Martial Dao."

The White Emperor's voice deepened, carrying a weighty sense of history. He pointed to the lowest Divine Throne.

"This is Lesser Martial God. Like you, and like most of the current Martial Gods of the Human Race. In the Nascent Divine Kingdom, one can control a nascent universe and easily annihilate Ninth-Tier Peak Martial God."

Chen Fan's gaze followed the movement, his mind focused.

The White Emperor then pointed to the Divine Throne in the center, whose aura of law was significantly thicker and more powerful.

"These are Middle Martial Gods. Their Divine Kingdoms are already stable, and their internal laws are maturing. With every gesture, they can modify parts of the fundamental laws of the universe. A single thought can turn Star Domain into a sea of fire; a single word can bring life back to death. They are the true pillars of their race."

Finally, the White Emperor's gaze fell upon the highest Divine Throne, and even his tone became solemn.

"And this is the Upper Martial God. Their Divine Kingdom is nearly perfect, perfectly aligned with their own Great Dao, and they are able to establish absolute laws unique to themselves. Under the shroud of their Divine Kingdom, they are creator gods, their words becoming law, forming their own rules, and are nearly immortal. Any Upper Martial God is a true pillar of their race, the ultimate foundation that determines the survival of their clan."

The White Emperor's words, like a thunderclap of creation, exploded in Chen Fan's mind.

He finally understood where his still-weak intuition came from.

It turns out that on this brand new path he embarked on, there were still such clear and insurmountable steps ahead.

"Senior," Chen Fan suppressed the shock in his heart and immediately asked, "How many Martial Gods of each rank does our Human Race currently have?"

The White Emperor paused for a moment, then spoke frankly.

"Including me, there's one Upper Martial God."

"Three Middle Martial Gods."

"The rest are all of lower rank."

This number, like a boulder, suddenly pressed down on Chen Fan's heart.

One in the top position, three in the middle positions...

Faced with the Blood Tide of the Three Races Alliance, such top-tier combat power is undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage!

Chen Fan took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with even greater fighting spirit.

Although the Human Federation is at a disadvantage, given enough time, it may be able to reverse this disadvantage.

"Now that we've consolidated our cultivation, it's time to do what a Human Race Martial God should do!"