Ten Years

"Come on, Brother Chen Fan!"

As the wine flowed freely, the Heaven-Slaying Martial God's eyes gleamed. He grabbed Chen Fan and roared excitedly, "Today's battle was absolutely exhilarating! I've fought countless frustrating battles my whole life, but I've never felt this good!"

I have an idea!

He lowered his voice, but his eyes burned with a frenzied rage.

"Let's do it this way today, the two of us joining forces to visit each and every one of those Lesser Martial Gods who oppose us! If we don't kill them, we'll do what you did and cripple them all! Let's see who dares to challenge our Human Race after that!"

This offer is incredibly tempting.

Once successful, the Human Race will firmly establish its dominant position.

However, when faced with the fanatical face of the Heaven-Slaying Martial God, Chen Fan simply shook his head calmly.

"Senior, this plan must not be used again."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made the fanatical Heaven-Slaying Martial God pause in surprise.

Chen Fan picked up his wine glass, took a sip of the divine brew, and gazed into the distance.

"The key to victory in this battle was surprise. Ten Thousand Races underestimated me, the newly ascended Martial God, and never expected that my Dao techniques could so effectively counter them. They were defeated by arrogance and the unknown."

"Now that my magic has been revealed, those Alien Races Martial Gods are probably already on high alert against me. If we use this tactic again, what awaits us will surely be Heaven-and-Earth Net laid by dozens of Martial Gods working together."

The effects of alcohol and battle lust on the Heaven-Slaying Martial God were visibly fading.

Chen Fan continued.

"As the White Emperor once said, the greatest significance of this battle lies in demonstrating the might of our Human Race, deterring the villains, and buying us... the most precious ten years."

"The true decisive battle will not take place now, but in the Land of Hongmeng ten years from now. That will be the ultimate battlefield that determines the rise and fall of our Human Race for an entire future era!"

"The Land of Hongmeng..."

The Heaven-Slaying Martial God muttered to himself, the fanaticism in his eyes completely turning into clarity.

He slapped his thigh suddenly, realizing what he had just realized, then scratched his head somewhat unwillingly, finally letting out a bitter laugh.

"Damn it, you've got the foresight! I was just thinking about having my fun!"

He looked at Chen Fan, and the admiration in his eyes had now turned into deep respect.

After this great victory, the universe actually entered a strange period of peace.

The Alien Races fell silent and dared not provoke the Human Race Frontier again.

Meanwhile, the Human Race, amidst endless hope and soaring morale, ushered in Golden Decade of genius and flourishing Martial Dao.

For the past ten years, Chen Fan has been stationed at the Sacred Temple and has never stepped outside the Human Race Territory.

He didn't even make another move.

But his very existence is like a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of Ten Thousand Races, becoming the heaviest deterrent.

Time flies, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the peaceful deterrent established by Chen Fan single-handedly, the entire Human Race Territory ushered in its most glorious and prosperous Golden Decade.

The frontiers are no longer shrouded in smoke, and the heartland is peaceful and tranquil.

For the first time, countless Star Domain that had struggled under the shadow of war for centuries ushered in true prosperity.

In this unprecedentedly stable environment, the Human Race's Fortunes seemed to be ignited, with geniuses emerging in abundance, powerful figures appearing in great numbers, and the world constantly changing.

The deepest part of the Martial God Sacred Temple.

In the Quiet Chamber shrouded in endless chaos, Chen Fan, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was deep and calm, like an ancient starry sky that had been precipitated over billions of years, without a ripple.

After ten years of meditation, his [Great Dao Bearing] has ascended to a profound level that cannot be described in words.

Within his Dantian, the [Divine Kingdom in the Palm] had expanded by more than ten thousand times compared to ten years ago.

The Milky Way is dazzling and orderly. In countless worlds, even nascent intelligent life was born. They multiplied and built the rudiments of civilization unique to this universe.

His power had already reached the pinnacle of Lesser Martial God, and he had even touched upon that higher barrier.

However, the insurmountable barrier to becoming Middle Martial God cannot be overcome simply by accumulating power. It requires a deeper understanding of the laws of the universe, an epoch-level accumulation of knowledge, and the ultimate transformation of the Dao and its fruits.

At that very moment.

A gentle yet supremely majestic will, like a spring breeze brushing across a calm lake, silently and instantly traversed endless Star Domain, clearly resounding in the minds of every Human Race Martial God.

"All Martial Gods, proceed immediately to the Supreme Sacred Temple for a meeting."

It is the White Emperor's summons.

Chen Fan stood up, took a step, and his figure appeared outside the Martial God Sacred Temple.

Haha! Brother Chen Fan!

A hearty, unrestrained laugh rang out, and the Heaven-Slaying Martial God, whose physique was as imposing as Primordial Divine Mountain, was already waiting there.

His aura was more refined and profound than it had been ten years ago, and his eyes seemed to radiate boundless fighting spirit.

He looked Chen Fan up and down, then grinned widely.

"Your aura is becoming more and more like that of an ordinary person. Remarkable, truly remarkable!"

Ordinary Martial Artists would only find Chen Fan unremarkable.

Only those who reach his level can perceive the terrifying power, capable of overturning the universe, hidden beneath that tranquility.

That's returning to simplicity.

"Senior Heaven-Slaying."

Chen Fan smiled modestly and said nothing more.

The two walked side by side, their figures transforming into two streaks of Stream of Light, ignoring the barriers of space and Dimensions, and rapidly flying towards the pinnacle of the universe, towards the Supreme Sacred Temple that eternally floats above Ten Thousand Dao.

Within the Supreme Sacred Temple, Chaos Qi swirled, and the divine sounds of the Great Dao seemed to exist only faintly.

Several towering figures already stood here, some clad in ancient Battle Armor, exuding an incomparably domineering aura; others wielding rusty divine swords, their Sword Intent soaring to the heavens; still others bare-chested, their physical strength enough to crush galaxies.

They are the true foundation of Human Race, ancient Martial Gods who have guarded countless eras and have long since become legends.

One of the figures was none other than the Battle Venerable, whom he had met once before in the Bone Abyss.

This marks the first time in history that Human Race's strongest fighting force has gathered together.

When Chen Fan and the Heaven-Slaying Martial God appeared, all eyes in the hall instantly turned to them.

These gazes contained scrutiny and curiosity, but more than anything, they expressed heartfelt approval and recognition.

Chen Fan showed no arrogance. He straightened his robes and bowed respectfully to each of the ancient figures in the hall.

"Junior Chen Fan greets all seniors."

His unfathomable strength contrasted sharply with his humble and polite demeanor. This unwavering commitment to his original aspirations caused all the proud and unruly veteran Martial Gods present to secretly nod in approval.

Just then, the figure of the White Emperor silently appeared on the main seat of the Sacred Temple.

He was still dressed in white, his temperament gentle and refined, like a well-read scholar. But his gaze swept down, lingering especially on Chen Fan for a moment, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pleasure.