Heading to the Cosmic Hongmeng Land

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

The White Emperor's gaze swept over each of the Human Race Martial Gods below, their auras as deep and unfathomable as the sea, and finally settled on Chen Fan. In those eyes, which seemed to have seen through the changing of eras, there was a mixture of relief and unprecedented solemnity.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it resonated clearly deep within the soul of every being, as if the fundamental law of the universe was proclaiming.

The ten-year period has come to an end.

"The Cosmic Hongmeng Land, Opens Today!"

These few words caused the bodies of the ancient beings, including the Heaven-Slaying Martial God, to tremble.

"The Land of Hongmeng is the origin of the universe and the Guixu of Ten Thousand Dao."

The White Emperor's voice continued, concise and to the point.

"The Fortune of Ten Thousand Races rises and falls here; the rise and fall of eras cycle here."

As he finished speaking, a solemn expression appeared on his gentle and refined face for the first time.

But reality is far crueler than the legend.

The White Emperor's gaze swept over the crowd.

"The Land of Hongmeng is divided into three major War Zones —Upper, Middle, and Lower—based on the Martial God realm. Throughout countless eons, our Human Race... has suffered repeated defeats in the Middle and Lesser War Zones."

" With Ten Thousand Races joining forces to suppress us, our race's Fortune is constantly being plundered and eroded. This is the fundamental reason why our Human Race's geniuses are dwindling and the number of Martial Gods is far less than that of Alien Races."

These words instantly created an extremely tense atmosphere in the hall.

Even the most unrestrained and Heaven-Slaying Martial God fell silent at this moment, and a rare trace of unwillingness and sorrow appeared in his eyes, which were burning with endless fighting spirit.

They were Martial Gods, the guardians of Human Race, yet they could only watch helplessly as their race's Fortunes slipped away with each defeat.

"Only the Upper War Zones..." The White Emperor's voice carried a hint of weariness, "... relying on myself and a few of the most ancient beings, we barely managed to maintain a stalemate with the supreme beings of other races, thus preserving this last breath of life for our Human Race."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Swish!

In an instant, the gazes of all the Martial Gods in the hall, including the White Emperor's eyes that had seen through eternity, all focused on the young figure who had stood calmly from beginning to end, as if by prior agreement.

Chen Fan!

But this time, it's different.

The White Emperor's voice suddenly rose, filled with unwavering determination and hope!

"Chen Fan, you are our Human Race's only chance of victory in the Lesser War Zone!"

"It is also the only hope to reverse the eternal decline of our race!"

This sound, like a heavy hammer, struck the heart of every Human Race Martial God.

This expectation, as heavy as a universe, is enough to crush any existence.

However, Chen Fan remained calm.

He took a step forward and bowed deeply and solemnly to the White Emperor on the main seat and to all the predecessors in the hall who had fought bloody battles for countless eras.

When he rose again, his voice was not loud, but every word was resounding, like the clash of metal and stone, echoing throughout the entire Sacred Temple.

" For the Human Race, Chen Fan is willing to die a thousand deaths!"

"Good!"

A thunderous laugh rang out as the Heaven-Slaying Martial God slammed his hand on Chen Fan's shoulder, the impact causing the Void to vibrate. His eyes gleamed as he roared excitedly.

"Well said! I'll risk my life to fight you in the Land of Hongmeng, and wreak havoc on the world!"

"Haha! What a fine 'willing to die a thousand deaths' statement!"

Even in the Battle Venerable's usually calm and collected eyes, a long-lost, fiery flame ignited.

The remaining ancient Martial Gods, whose auras had been dormant for countless years, were all revived at this moment, transforming into a soaring battle intent that swept across the entire Supreme Sacred Temple!

The pent-up frustration of countless ages was transformed into a resolute determination to die for the cause at this moment!

The White Emperor watched this scene and nodded with satisfaction.

He slowly rose, saying nothing more.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and gently slashed at the endless chaos in front of the Sacred Temple.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no strange phenomenon of laws shattering.

The very foundation of the universe was silently torn apart by this seemingly casual stroke.

An ancient passage paved with the light of billions of Stars instantly pierced through time and space, ignoring Dimensions, leading to that unknown distance that even the Martial God found unfamiliar.

"Set off."

The White Emperor uttered two words and took the lead in stepping onto that ancient starlight path.

Chen Fan, the Heaven-Slaying Martial God, the Battle Venerable... more than ten figures representing the highest combat power of the Human Race followed closely behind.

The fleet did not set out on this mission.

Because they themselves are Human Race's most impregnable War Fortress!

Passing through layers of Dimensions, traversing countless fragmented remnants of cosmic eras.

When the light faded, they found themselves in an Ultimate Void composed of endless chaotic energy and cosmic ruins.

This is the outer edge of the Cosmic Hongmeng Land.

Before them, three enormous regions, each resembling a supercontinent and radiating different laws, floated silently in the chaos.

Those are the three major War Zones: upper, middle, and lower.

At this moment, several Alien Races fleets and figures exuding overwhelming ferocity were already waiting at the entrances of the three major War Zones.

The roars of gods and demons, the Demonic Qi of the Abyss, the deathly intent of skeletons... all these auras intertwined, turning this chaotic land into a battlefield of carnage.

When they saw the figure of the Human Race Martial God descend.

A Divine Thought, filled with mockery and undisguised chilling killing intent, swept across instantly, exploding in everyone's minds.

"Heh... You old dogs of the Human Race, and those ignorant brats, dare to compete for Fortune?"

"The Land of Hongmeng will be your final resting place!"

"Boom!"

The Heaven-Slaying Martial God was enraged. The battle intent that had been suppressed for countless ages on his massive body, which was as tall as Primordial Divine Mountain, instantly transformed into tangible flames that soared into the sky and shook the entire chaotic starry river.

He was about to take a step forward, drag out the insolent fellow, and teach him a lesson in respect with his fists.

However, a warm, gentle hand silently landed on his shoulder.

A gentle yet vast will, as boundless as the universe, descended and instantly calmed his turbulent aura.

"Calm down." The White Emperor's calm voice echoed in the mind of the Heaven-Slaying Martial God, "Verbal disputes are pointless."

The Heaven-Slaying Martial God's chest heaved violently, but he managed to suppress his anger. However, the killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible.

Upon seeing this, the mockery in the Divine Thought of the Alien Races faction intensified.

"What? Human Race don't even have the guts to talk back?"

"That's true. After all, they're like a defeated dog that's lost its home. You'll get used to it."

Just then...

Chen Fan, who had been standing calmly behind White Emperor as if he were detached from the matter, took a step forward.

He didn't release any earth-shattering pressure, nor did his aura fluctuate in the slightest. His calm eyes slowly swept over the dozens of Alien Races figures in front of him, exuding overwhelming ferocity and enveloped in endless Demonic Qi and the Death Law.

Then, he spoke softly.

"Noisy."