Cosmic Hongmeng Land

A figure appeared silently in the center of the Sacred Temple.

The newcomer was not wearing Battle Armor, but rather a simple white robe. He was handsome and refined, with a genuine expression of appreciation and a smile on his face. It was none other than the White Emperor.

He looked at Chen Fan on the throne as if admiring a perfectly sculpted piece of jade.

"Well done, Chen Fan."

The White Emperor's voice was full of praise, without the slightest concealment.

"You not only won a war, but you also brought glory and hope to the Human Race for an entire era. From this day forward, the Human Race Martial God Hall will be proud of you."

This is the highest praise.

But Chen Fan simply nodded calmly, without the slightest hint of arrogance.

Seeing this, the White Emperor's smile deepened, but then his expression turned serious.

"The Insect Race have been wiped out. The Tianyuan Defense Line's mission to defend against the Abyss of the Void has been completed, and the Federation's strategic pressure in this direction will suddenly disappear."

He paused, then made a decision that concerned the future of millions of soldiers.

"The soldiers here will have two choices. One is to retire and return to their hometowns. They will carry with them the highest glory of Human Race and the most generous rewards in the history of the Federation, returning to enjoy peace and tranquility. Their descendants will be protected by them for eternity."

"Secondly, they will be reorganized and integrated into other defensive lines. Their illustrious achievements and rich experience will be a valuable asset to Human Race, and they will continue to fight for the survival of Human Race."

Chen Fan listened quietly; he knew this was an inevitable arrangement after the victory.

But the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest despite the great victory.

He raised his head and looked intently at White Emperor.

What about me?

Where will my next battlefield be?

He was ready to go to any place where the war was most intense, whether it was the Bone Temple or the Abyss Demon Domain.

Your battlefields span the entire Human Race Territory.

The White Emperor nodded approvingly, acknowledging his fighting spirit, but then his tone became extremely solemn.

"But from this day forward, you are forbidden from launching any more preemptive attacks or waging wars of annihilation."

"What?"

Chen Fan frowned slightly.

"Your destruction of the Mother Nest has already terrified Ten Thousand Races. This fear will prevent them from making any rash moves for a short period, Human Race a precious chance to regroup."

The White Emperor explained.

"But extremes beget their opposites. If we push further, it will only cause all the Alien Races to completely abandon their differences and join forces regardless of the cost, launching an ultimate bloodbath that will affect all the Martial Gods. In such a war, there are no winners."

Seeing the fighting spirit burning in Chen Fan's eyes, White Emperor sighed slowly and dropped a truly bombshell.

We need time.

"Because, in ten years, the Cosmic Hongmeng Land will be opened."

"The Cosmic Hongmeng Land?"

Chen Fan's pupils narrowed slightly.

These six words seemed to possess a magical power that made words come true; merely uttering them caused a barely perceptible ripple to appear within the laws of the Sacred Temple.

He could sense that the antiquity and significance behind it far surpassed all the secrets he had encountered so far.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at White Emperor.

The White Emperor's expression was more solemn than ever before.

"The so-called Cosmic Hongmeng Land is the origin of this universe at its very beginning."

"That place is the beginning of Ten Thousand Dao, the source of all laws."

The White Emperor's voice was deep and powerful.

"It also contains... the most Origin Source of the entire universe— the Fortune!"

"Fortune?"

Chen Fan repeated the word.

Although he was Martial God, he still felt unfamiliar with this vague and almost metaphysical concept.

"That's right, Fortune!"

White Emperor nodded emphatically, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"The strength of a race's Fortune directly determines its future. A strong Fortune will produce numerous geniuses and prodigies, rendering any bottlenecks or limitations meaningless."

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within the territory will become incredibly rich and pure, making cultivation twice as effective with half the effort. Even a pig could cultivate into Demon King!"

"Even... when one 'Fortune reaches its peak, a newborn baby may possess the physique of Martial Artist, or even a higher realm, upon birth!"

Boom!

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan was deeply shaken.

He understood instantly!

This is no longer a simple war, but an ultimate competition based on the very foundation of a civilization!

No wonder... no wonder that despite countless eras and the birth of numerous Martial Gods, the Human Race has always been on the defensive in its struggle against Ten Thousand Races.

It's not that Human Race is weak, but rather that it has already fallen behind on this higher -Dimensions battlefield.

He finally understood why the White Emperor wanted to stop him from continuing his conquests.

Compared to the struggle for Fortune, simply annihilating one or two races is merely a stopgap measure, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

"Ten years later, the Land of Hongmeng will be opened, and all races will send their best warriors to fight for it." Bai Di's eyes were as deep as the sea of stars, "That battle will determine the pattern of the next era. I need you, and all the power of the human race, to prepare for that battle."

Chen Fan remained silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

"I will surely seize unparalleled Fortune for the Human Race!"

The three-day celebration must eventually come to an end.

As the last celebratory firework faded into the sky, Chen Fan's figure appeared silently above the central square of the Tianyuan Defense Line.

Below are the millions of soldiers gathered here.

They craned their necks, their eyes fixed on the godlike figure with fervent fascination.

Chen Fan's expression was solemn. He didn't say anything to boost morale, but simply solemnly announced the Federation's order.

"Effective today, the Tianyuan Defense Line is to be disbanded."

"All soldiers may, based on their merits in battle, retire from the army and return to their hometowns in glory. The Federation will bestow upon you and your descendants eternal honor and rewards."

"Alternatively... we could choose to reorganize and regroup, then return to the battlefield!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a completely different scene appeared on the square.

Countless Origin Source, exhausted and crippled from years of war, were stunned when they heard the words "retire to their hometowns." Then, tears streamed down their weathered faces.

Supporting each other, they faced Chen Fan and, with all their might, gave what might be the last standard military salute of their lives.

At the other end of the square.

More young warriors, inspired by Chen Fan's divine might and brimming with fighting spirit, suddenly raised their weapons after a brief silence.

"I am willing to follow the Martial God and conquer the Star Sea!"

"Fight to the death!!"

That deafening roar coalesced into a torrent of steel powerful enough to tear apart the Stars, soaring straight into the sky!

Chen Fan watched all this quietly, his gaze sweeping over the weeping veterans and the roaring young people.

He watched as the first fleet carrying homecoming heroes slowly sailed away from the defense line and disappeared into the light of the leap, amidst the salutes of countless comrades.