God-Hunting Ranking

Chen Fan could clearly perceive that the entire starry universe was now completely transparent before his eyes.

The laws that were once obscure and difficult to understand are now as clear as wild grass picked up by the roadside.

With just a glance, any top-tier combat technique of the Human Federation would be dismantled into its most primitive runes within three breaths, and deduced to perfection.

This is a suppression of enlightenment to the extreme.

As Chen Fan dispersed the panel and was about to suppress his aura, the surrounding gravitational field suddenly stopped.

The dust of the entire desolate Star System remained suspended in mid-air.

Boom!!

At the edge of the Star Sea, a dazzling platinum avenue stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles pierced through the Void, like an inverted Milky Way, extending straight to Chen Fan. On both sides of the avenue, thousands of golden lotuses bloomed in the Void, displaying various strange phenomena, illuminating this desolate and boundless land as bright as day.

Tap, tap.

The slow, steady footsteps echoed eerily in the vacuum.

A tall figure clad in a plain White Emperor robe stepped out from the end of the golden light.

The newcomer had hair as white as snow, but his face was as resolute and handsome as a young man of about thirty. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, there was a terrifying vision of the birth Annihilation of Stars.

He carried no weapons, merely stood with his hands behind his back in the Void, and the laws of the entire Star System spontaneously bowed down in submission to him.

The White Emperor, the sole pillar of the Human Federation and the supreme ruler who has guarded the Starry Sky Frontline for millennia!

The White Emperor paused in the Void, his gaze shifting slightly. He first swept over the dozens of planetary remnants within a radius of millions of miles that had been crushed into dust by the aftershocks of Chen Fan's breakthrough, a barely perceptible hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Then, his gaze settled steadily on Chen Fan.

Their gazes collided in the Void, silently, yet causing the Void at the center of the Star System to twist into several shocking black hole vortices.

"Indeed, in just over a decade, you've reached the Middle Martial God. Those who died for you haven't died in vain!"

Peak of the Middle Martial God.

His divine aura was restrained and perfect, and his physical body was like that of immortal gold. Even when the White Emperor's Divine Thought landed on him, it would be quietly dissolved by an invisible layer of Water-Fire Yin-Yang Dao Principles.

This is no ordinary Middle Martial God was built up by simply piling up resources. The sheer depth of his foundation is such that even looking at the entire ten-thousand-year history of Martial Dao in the Human Federation, there is no second person like him.

"The White Emperor is overestimating me."

Chen Fan remained calm, bowing slightly in accordance with Federation etiquette, yet his spine remained as straight as a sword.

"I have never forgotten the deaths of those seniors."

As he spoke, a flash of killing intent flickered deep in Chen Fan's eyes.

"What a wonderful thing, not having forgotten!"

The White Emperor stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his eyes filled with undisguised joy and pride.

He took a step, traversing tens of thousands of miles of Void, and landed directly ten feet in front of Chen Fan. The imperial might that was originally enough to shatter Stars was completely subdued, making him look like an ordinary elder who had met his outstanding junior.

"Back in the day, that idiot doctor at the East Sea City First People's Hospital insisted on labeling you as having mediocre physical attributes and being withdrawn and incompetent."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan's lips twitched involuntarily.

Chen Fan could even imagine the look of regret on that doctor's face right now.

The White Emperor's smile faded.

The gentle look that once graced his resolute face gradually faded, replaced by a chilling aura etched by millennia of history.

He raised his right hand and flicked his sleeve slightly.

Buzz!

A speck of platinum light burst forth from his fingertip, instantly spreading out in the pitch-black vacuum, transforming into a vast Star Map spanning tens of thousands of miles.

Above the Star Map, the deep blue light representing the territory of the Human Federation should have spread across the galaxy like a giant net.

However, at this moment, the giant net had been riddled with holes by the crimson flames, and its edges had been torn to pieces. The territory controlled by the Human Federation had been compressed by nearly two-thirds.

On each dim planetary icon, glaring ripples of death shimmered.

A deathly silence spread through the starry sky.

"Sixteen years ago, you triggered the flow of Fortune, and the Federation indeed ushered in an explosive Creation of fortune."

The White Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the tattered Star Map, his voice deep and thunderous.

"In these sixteen years, the number of children awakening their Martial Dao potential has increased by 30%, and the Human Federation's combat strength has multiplied several times. But... the time has been too short."

White Emperor turned his head and looked at Chen Fan.

"Martial Gods aren't like roadside leeks; spiritual energy and Martial Dao insights alone can't build Divine Throne to contend with the heavens and earth. The Federation's older generation has almost all died on the front lines, and the new generation is still struggling to transform in the mire. What we lack isn't geniuses, but time."

Chen Fan stared at the crumbling defenses on the Star Map without saying a word.

The Miniature Divine Kingdom within his body operated steadily, the Yin-Yang Millstone turned silently, and in his deep, abyss-like pupils, vast expanses of starry sky and scorched earth were reflected.

"The Alien Races won't give us time."

Chen Fan spoke, his tone calm and utterly unwavering.

"Indeed, they smelled blood and can't wait to devour the Human Race."

The White Emperor snorted coldly, and the core War Zone in the center of the Star Map suddenly expanded.

"The three Upper Martial Gods of the God, Demon, and Immortal races joined forces in the Outer Abyssal Sea to set a trap, triggering a great calamity for Ten Thousand Races. My true body was held back by them deep within the Boundary Sea; the body before me is merely a Dharma Form traversing the Void."

Where is Senior Heaven-Slaying?

Chen Fan asked.

"Severely injured and on the verge of death."

The White Emperor's eye twitched slightly, and a hint of coldness crept into his voice.

Three months ago, the Federation's Third Migration Fleet was surrounded, and a billion civilians were in imminent danger. Heaven-Slaying burned half of his Martial God Origin Source, fighting alone against the Middle Martial Gods of the War God and Demon races, plus three Lesser Martial God Alien Races from other races. The fleet was saved, but his divine body was shattered twice. Now he can only eke out a living soaking in the Star Core Source Liquid, and he will not be able to use even a fraction of the laws for fifty years.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

A Middle Martial God burned his Origin Source and was on the verge of death, only to be given a temporary respite.

"Ten Thousand Races have established God-Hunting Ranking."

The White Emperor swept his hand across the Star Map, and several golden bounty decrees from Alien Races appeared.

"Those who behead Human Race Martial God can be baptized in the God-Demon Sacred Pool and have a hundred ancient life stars sealed within them. They see us as pigs and sheep to be slaughtered; the border mines and life-bearing Stars are being torn apart piece by piece by these jackals."

The White Emperor looked at Chen Fan again, his eyes flashing with an unusual glint.

"Chen Fan, according to the rules, you have just broken through to the Middle Martial God realm, and I should have escorted you to cultivate in seclusion for a hundred years to hone your Dharma Form. But now, the Human Race no longer has that time."

"I don't need to cultivate in seclusion."

Chen Fan remained indifferent.

"Martial Dao are forged through fighting, not by sitting idly by."

"Good!"

The White Emperor clapped his hands, his robes fluttering in the vacuum of air.

"The foundation of a peak Middle Martial God, the body forged from the Ancient Immortal Immortal Marrow, the Dao Integration the mortal realm of the Great Wilderness. Your path is one that no one in the Federation has trod for ten thousand years. You are a blade, and now the only supreme killing weapon capable of tearing through this iron net!"

Without wasting any words, Chen Fan lowered his hand slightly and asked directly.

"Which Alien Races shout the loudest? Coordinates."