Return
The White Emperor's Sword Intent is a beam of light.
As this beam of light shot into the sky, the entire Land of Hongmeng groaned in anguish.
The immense killing intent unleashed by those dozens of Alien Races Martial Gods, including the ancient beings from the Upper War Zone, which was enough to crush an entire Star Domain, collided violently with this light!
The Void, like a canvas erased by an invisible eraser, returns in large swathes to nothingness.
The Chain of Laws crumbled inch by inch, transforming into a chaotic energy storm that swept across all directions. The light of the Stars was completely dimmed by the clash of the wills of these two opposing factions.
"White Emperor! Do you truly intend to wage war against all my Ten Thousand Races for his sake alone?!"
At the exit of the Middle War Zone, the Godfiend Ancient Ancestor, who had just won and whose aura was invincible, transformed his will into a ten-thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow burning with dark flames in the Void, and let out a roar that shook the universe.
"Start a war?"
The White Emperor placed his hand on the seemingly ordinary Sword Hilt at his waist, his expression indifferent, but a hint of undisguised sarcasm curled at the corner of his mouth.
"A bunch of useless trash who couldn't even protect their own juniors, and were slaughtered across the War Zone by a mere junior of my Human Race, now they have the nerve to band together and bully the few with their numbers?"
He surveyed the entire arena, and wherever his gaze fell, whether it was the remnants of the Lesser War Zones or the ancient beings of his own rank in the Upper War Zones, they all felt a stinging pain in their Divine Souls.
"Are you to touch the Prodigies of my Human Race?"
He had already said those words and was too lazy to waste any more words on these losers.
A backhand strike.
This sword strike was not aimed at any enemy, but rather, behind himself, in that shattered Void, it forcefully cleaved open a massive spatial portal flowing with dazzling silver light.
On the other side of the portal, a sacred and solemn aura emanated from the Supreme Sacred Temple of the Human Federation Territory!
"Go home."
The White Emperor spoke succinctly, uttering only two words.
An irresistible, overwhelming will instantly enveloped Chen Fan and the other Middle Martial Gods who had emerged from the Middle War Zone, leading them to step through the portal first.
Following closely behind, three other Upper Martial God Human Race turned around expressionlessly to cover the retreat of the group.
At the very last moment before they stepped through the gate, their cold indifference, like three divine swords, was a warning fixed on the restless Alien Races.
Boom!
The portal slowly closed.
Throughout the entire ordeal, despite the presence of dozens of Alien Races Martial Gods and hundreds of gazes filled with resentment and killing intent, not a single one dared to actually make a move.
They could only watch helplessly as the Human Race calmly departed, ultimately suppressing their powerless rage and their deep-seated, unwavering desire to kill Chen Fan deep within their hearts.
The light shimmered.
Inside the Supreme Sacred Temple, the atmosphere remained solemn and majestic, as it had been for eternity.
At this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall was extremely oppressive.
The Martial Gods who had returned from the Middle War Zone looked at Chen Fan, the only one left at the exit of the Lesser War Zone, and then at themselves. Although they had returned in a sorry state, at least they had survived. Their faces were filled with unspeakable shame and sorrow.
They lost.
On their own battlefield, they suffered a crushing defeat.
The young man they regarded as their junior, however, single-handedly held up the sky for Human Race on an even more brutal battlefield.
Chen Fan ignored the complicated gazes around him.
He stepped forward, walked to the center of the hall, and solemnly bowed to the White Emperor, who stood with his hands behind his back, as well as to all the Martial God gods in the hall who exuded an aura of vicissitudes.
"Reporting to my esteemed seniors..."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, yet it echoed with unparalleled clarity within the silent Sacred Temple.
" In the Lesser War Zone, the three seniors, Qingshan, Pojun, Wufeng, sacrificed their Dao Fruits to protect me in seizing the Primordial Origin Source Fortune, perishing together with three Alien Races Martial Gods."
"Chen Fan... is incompetent."
He paused, his voice growing even lower.
"I failed to protect my seniors."
The entire room fell silent.
Those Middle Martial Gods lowered their heads in shame.
The White Emperor remained silent for a moment, his eyes now as deep and unfathomable as the Star Sea.
He stepped forward, reached out his hand, and helped Chen Fan up.
"Their sacrifice brought about a glorious future for our Human Race."
His voice was steady and powerful, carrying a calming force.
"The annals of Human Race will remember their achievements; their names will shine Sun and Moon, and they will be revered by our Human Race for all eternity."
The White Emperor stared at Chen Fan and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Chen Fan, you did very well. Excellent."
"Don't let their sacrifice become your inner demon."
Chen Fan slowly raised his head and met White Emperor's gaze. The sorrow in his eyes had not disappeared, but it seemed to have been replaced by a deeper and more determined will.
That is... a guardian.
He nodded slowly, saying nothing more.
"This disciple wishes to return to his Martial God Sacred Temple and enter seclusion."
"Go."
The White Emperor agreed.
With a flash of light, Chen Fan's figure disappeared from the Supreme Sacred Temple.
The next moment, he was back in the majestic Sacred Temple that belonged to him, suspended above the Tianyuan Defense Line.
He sat cross-legged in the empty hall.
Within his body, the power that had devoured two streams of Primordial Origin Source Fortune was surging and roaring, as vast as the real universe. A golden dragon of Fortune circled around him, emitting bursts of dragon roars.
His strength had long since reached the pinnacle of the Lesser Martial God, or even far surpassed it.
However, an invisible yet unbreakable barrier stood firmly in his way.
No matter how hard he tried, he could never take that crucial step to advance to the Middle Martial God.
He closed his eyes, his Divine Soul sinking into that [Divine Kingdom in the Palm] where birth and death were constantly evolving.
Looking at those worlds that had just begun to show signs of life under the nourishment of the Hongmeng Origin Source, yet still appeared desolate and lifeless, he finally understood.
"My path is one of death without birth, of Annihilation without flourishing..."
He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a wistful sense of realization.
"I have witnessed the birth and death of the universe, but I have never experienced the blooming of a flower or the gathering and scattering of a grain of sand."
"Am I on the wrong path?"
No, that's correct.
It's just... incomplete.
Chen Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
Those eyes that once made the Martial Gods of Ten Thousand Races tremble were now devoid of any killing intent, only filled with an unprecedented clarity and understanding.
He no longer looked at the lifeless universe within his body; his gaze seemed to pierce through the dome of the Sacred Temple, across the cold Star Sea battlefield, and finally land on the brilliant galaxy formed by billions of mortal planets within the Human Federation Territory.
There, you'll hear the cries of babies, the passing of the elderly, the vows of lovers, and the bountiful harvest in the fields.
It contained things he had never truly experienced before... the everyday joys of life.
"I see."
Chen Fan slowly stood up, a relieved smile appearing on his lips.
What's lacking isn't energy or Fortune, but experience.
He stood in the Void of the Sacred Temple, arms outstretched.
Within his body, the vast and powerful Origin Source the Martial God began to operate in an unprecedented way.