The Advance

Wang Pojun and more than ten other Ninth Tier commanders who had fought their way out of Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood were trembling with Divine Soul.

They stared intently at the world of birth and death in Chen Fan's palm, witnessing the birth and Annihilation of Stars, the rise and fall of civilizations. They felt that Martial Dao they had learned and the laws they had followed in their lives seemed utterly ridiculous at this moment.

"Smack!"

Chen Fan closed his five fingers, and the universe in his palm quietly disappeared.

The deathly silence within the Sacred Temple was broken by this soft sound.

His gaze swept over the crowd, his expression solemn, and he spoke slowly.

"The sword of the Sword Saint once cleaved through chaos; the lightning of the Thunder Emperor once purified galaxies. Their greatness is beyond question."

"But..."

Chen Fan then changed the subject.

"What I have grasped is the complete Great Dao, the endless cycle of creation and Annihilation. This is the source of my faith."

These words sent a jolt through Wang Pojun and the others.

They finally understood that the young Martial God before them was walking a completely different path from all the previous Human Race.

That was a path... beyond comprehension.

Seeing the lingering fear of the unknown in everyone's eyes, Chen Fan suddenly smiled.

"I am not sending you all to your deaths. This battle is not a surprise attack, but a war of annihilation."

"I'm giving you three months, not three days."

"I want the entire Tianyuan Defense Line, all the resources accumulated over millennia, every warship, and every soldier, to be at their peak. We must strike with overwhelming force, achieving victory in one fell swoop, giving that Mother Nest no chance to breathe or make a comeback!"

This composure, this thoughtful consideration, was like a warm and powerful hand, completely soothing the last trace of doubt and unease in Wang Pojun and others' hearts caused by the subversive strategy.

What they feared was not death, but meaningless sacrifice.

Now, Chen Fan has given them a tangible future, one they can fight for!

"Thump!"

Commander-in-Chief Wang Pojun, the iron-blooded veteran who had single-handedly supported the Tianyuan Defense Line for countless years, had tears streaming down his face. The humiliation that had been suppressed for ten thousand years was now transformed into a volcanic eruption of overwhelming fighting spirit.

He suddenly knelt on one knee, his steel-forged knee striking the Sacred Temple floor with a dull thud.

He roared hoarsely yet powerfully, making the most solemn vow of his life.

"Wang Pojun, the thirty-seventh commander-in-chief of the Tianyuan Defense Line..."

"I am willing to fight to the death alongside the Martial God!"

"I am willing to fight to the death alongside the Martial God!!"

Behind him, the dozen or so Ninth Tier commanders, all veterans of countless battles, knelt on one knee in unison, responding with roars.

The vows converged into a torrent, resounding loudly within the majestic Sacred Temple, causing the entire Martial God Hall to hum!

The Martial God's decree was issued from the Sacred Temple.

[Three months later, embark on an expedition into the Abyss]

These eight short words, like a nuclear bomb, detonated on the entire defense line that had been silent for millennia.

The millions of soldiers were initially in an uproar, then in disbelief.

Take the initiative?

To that forbidden zone of death that swallowed countless ancestors?

But then they remembered the Sacred Temple bells that healed all hidden wounds, and the Martial God miracle of the God of War who created a temple out of thin air.

Doubt, before absolute miracles, is crushed and transformed into the most fervent flames!

A volcano that has been dormant for millennia has awakened!

The entire Tianyuan Defense Line, the largest war machine of the Human Race, after countless years of silence, began to operate at an unprecedented efficiency for the first time.

Time flies.

For three months, Chen Fan remained stationed at the Sacred Temple, without ever stepping outside.

But his Divine Thought, comparable to a universe, enveloped the entire defensive line.

He personally intervened, using the power of his Divine Kingdom as a guide, to imprint the most primal Life-and-Death Dao Mark onto the core Furnaces of tens of millions of main warships. The warships' engines were no longer cold machines, but seemed to possess life; each surge of energy carried a hint of the birth and death of the universe, and their power increased more than tenfold out of thin air!

All the soldiers were frantically cultivating in the soft light emanating from the Sacred Temple. Bottlenecks that were difficult to break through in the past were loosened, and the dormant internal injuries caused by the laws within countless veterans were completely eradicated.

The strength of the entire Tianyuan Defense Line is undergoing a tremendous qualitative change!

Three months later.

The day of the expedition.

In the boundless dark Void, hundreds of millions of warships formed an endless torrent of steel, extending from the Tianyuan Defense Line and traversing the entire Star System.

That chilling aura even froze time and space, causing the nearby Stars to stop rotating.

All the soldiers, clad in brand-new standard Battle Armor and wielding weapons blessed by the Divine Kingdom power, gazed with fervent devotion at the forefront of the steel torrent.

There, a majestic Martial God Sacred Temple floated silently in the Void.

Chen Fan's figure appeared at the top of the Sacred Temple.

He didn't shout at the top of his lungs, but his calm voice seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space, resonating clearly deep within the souls of every soldier.

"Our Human Race heroes should no longer fill the endless Abyss with their flesh and blood."

"Today, we embark on an expedition to end an era."

"For all the fallen heroes, for the eternal peace of our Human Race..."

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless Void, looking towards that dark forbidden zone.

"Marching out!"

"Congratulations to my Human Race!!"

Millions of soldiers roared in unison at the same moment!

Boom!!

The entire torrent of steel erupted with an unprecedented and terrifying roar.

Hundreds of millions of warship engines lit up simultaneously, their flames converging into a spear of light that seemed capable of piercing the entire universe.

Under Chen Fan's leadership and the guidance of the Martial God Sacred Temple, this expeditionary force, carrying the blood, tears, and hopes of Human Race for ten thousand years, plunged headlong into the Abyss of the Void that represented death and taboo, without hesitation!

Buzz!

The moment the massive fleet crossed an invisible barrier, all light and sound from the outside world were completely swallowed up.

It was as if we had plunged from the bustling daytime into an endless, viscous black sea.

As the stern of the last warship disappeared into that invisible boundary, the entire world fell silent.

The light was swallowed up.

Even the Divine Thought's ability to probe was suppressed by a layer of viscous, asphalt-like darkness, extending no more than a hundred meters.

The massive fleet, numbering in the hundreds of millions, forming a steel torrent traversing the Star System, now hovered like mosquitoes sealed in amber in a deathly silence and nothingness.

The heartbeats of every soldier seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, almost brought to a standstill.

This utter silence lasted for three breaths.

That eternal darkness has come alive.

Buzz!!

In the deepest darkness, one pair, ten pairs, thousands upon thousands of pairs... an endless array of enormous crimson compound eyes, comparable to blood-red Stars, suddenly opened!