Invasion! Invasion!

At the summit of the Divine Mountain, a fierce wind howled.

As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, only the rapid and chaotic breathing of the cultivators remained in the world.

Go to the Xianyu Dynasty to seize the Ancestral Veins?

Since the beginning of time, only the upper realm dynasties have sent envoys to plunder the Lower Realm like crushing ants. When has anyone ever heard of a cultivator from the Lower Realm daring to attack the ancestral temples of the Divine Dynasty?

Han Mo's face was stiff as a stone sculpture, cold sweat dripping from his chin onto the lapis lazuli dust.

He wanted to persuade him, but looking at the unseeing head of the Prince Pingnan lying across the pillar of heaven, his tongue got tied in his throat, and he dared not utter a single word.

"Mo Wendao."

Ignoring the deathly silence around him, Chen Fan's gaze fell sideways on the middle-aged Daoist priest beside him.

"This old servant is here!"

Mo Wendao, with his severed arm, trembled violently, his knees slamming heavily into the mud, his head bowed to the ground.

"Take down the keel of that Ancient Black Dragon Ship and melt it down with Divine Fire."

Chen Fan pointed to the dilapidated wreckage of the ship at the edge of the cliff, his tone as calm as if he were ordering someone to chop a piece of firewood.

"Forge thirty-six 'Rebellion-Punishing Order' and distribute them to the thirty-six sects of the Southern Nation. From this day forward, there will be no more sectarian distinctions within the Southern Nation; all will be under the control of the Wuji Immortal Army."

He slightly raised his eyes and swept them over the various Deity Transformation patriarchs lying in the ruins.

"Within half a month, all thirty-six sects must transport their entire stockpiles of spirit ores, divine metals, and high-grade medicinal herbs to the Divine Mountain Heavenly Street. All combat cultivators above the Golden Core will be incorporated into the vanguard formation."

"Those who obey Divine Dynasty the dragon's aura; those who disobey or secretly possess even a single ounce of spirit sand..."

A mocking glint appeared on Chen Fan's lips.

"I will personally erase his Dao Lineage and, along with the mountain's veins, refine them into an array diagram."

The sound wasn't loud, but it stirred up a storm in the Sea of Consciousness of hundreds of thousands of cultivators on the entire Divine Mountain.

Han Mo and the Old Woman of the Taiyin Demon Sect exchanged a glance, both seeing the despair and resignation in each other's eyes.

Faced with a vast dynasty spanning across the Star Sea, resistance means death.

But facing this malevolent star who casually devoured the Imperial Lord's projection, disobeying him would result in immediate annihilation of both body and soul.

"Myriad Phenomena Academy... receives the imperial decree!"

Han Mo kowtowed deeply.

"The Taiyin Demon Sect is willing to offer up the ten-thousand-year-old Yin Sha mineral vein, and will obey the Supreme Decree!"

The old woman trembled and fell to the ground.

In an instant, all the cultivators on the mountain bowed in worship, their voices shaking the surrounding peaks.

After arranging everything, Chen Fan turned around, and the chilling majesty that was enough to crush Deity Transformation Realm cultivator suddenly dissipated, transforming him into a simple white-clad child who usually showed no signs of cultivation fluctuations.

He walked to Chen Changqing's side and tugged at his father's blood-stained robe.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

Chen Changqing had been filled with panic, suddenly came to his senses.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of eminent monks and sages kneeling respectfully on the ground, and then at his youngest son tugging at his clothes, he felt a turmoil of emotions churning within him.

"Okay... Dad will get you something to eat right away!"

Chen Changqing hastily wiped the blood from his face, his inherent stubbornness and protectiveness once again overpowering his fear of the strong.

Whether he's a god of death or Supreme Wuji, as long as he's the flesh and blood I've raised for eleven years, I'll fill my stomach first even if the sky falls.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The entire Southern Nation region was plunged into an unprecedented frenzy and trembling.

The thirty-six sects mobilized tens of thousands of Flying Boats, transporting their accumulated wealth of millennia to the Divine Mountain like flowing water. Chen Fan sat upright within the deathly acupoint of the Extreme Yin Earth Vein, the Life-and-Death Millstone between his brows endlessly spinning, forcibly refining this immense and immeasurable treasure.

The immense medicinal power was purified of impurities within the Divine Kingdom, transforming into pure, Creation rain that silently poured down upon the side hall.

Unaware of his surroundings, Chen Changqing drank dozens of bowls of meat soup made from the Divine Dynasty medicine and eighth-grade spiritual liquid. His Yimu Qingteng True Essence was cleansed layer by layer, and his Nascent Soul, which was on the verge of breaking, was not only completely healed, but also used this powerful vitality to forcefully cross the bottleneck and enter the late stage of Nascent Soul!

He accepted the position of the Supreme Emperor Sect Master, clumsily but meticulously checking the logistical accounts, and personally overseeing the transport of spiritual fruits into the earth's veins every day.

This most simple and pure sense of causality transformed into rolling white light, continuously flowing into Chen Fan's Sea of Consciousness.

Within the Miniature Divine Kingdom, the two sides of the Life-and-Death Millstone reached a complete balance. The thirty-fourth Spirit-Sealing Seal set up by the Martial God True Spirit shattered inch by inch under the repeated impact of the Great Vehicle dragon energy and the power of worldly vows!

Beyond the Cangwu Realm lies the distant Taixu Star Sea.

The Immortal Feather Divine Dynasty, the Ziwei Emperor Star.

The vast and boundless starry sky is abruptly cut off by a majestic and continuous floating divine continent. This is the central hub of the Immortal Feather Divine Dynasty, a place where all stars pay homage.

Inside the temple, the Life Token of the eight hundred kings and marquises of the Divine Dynasty are enshrined.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound broke the silence.

The life-bound spirit tablet of the Prince Pingnan, placed on the highest pedestal, suddenly exploded, turning into countless fragments of jade!

Immediately afterwards, the national bell suspended in the dome of the Imperial Capital rang out without wind, striking nine times in succession, echoing in the ears of millions of cultivators.

"The Prince Pingnan has fallen?!"

"The rebellion in the Lower Realm Cangwu, and the Divine Thought Dharma Form descended by the Emperor... were forcibly destroyed!"

The news sent shockwaves through the entire Imperial Capital.

"Boom!!"

Deep within the imperial city, a bronze palace that had been sealed for a thousand years suddenly burst open, its terrifying pressure instantly sweeping across millions of miles of the Star Sea.

A middle-aged general, clad in heavy armor with golden scales and a face sculpted like cold iron, stepped forward.

The rules of the Great Dao intertwined beneath his feet, forming chains, and his eyes seemed to hold the Annihilation of Stars as they opened and closed.

One of the Four Heavenly Kings protecting the Immortal Feather Divine Dynasty, a powerful figure in the early stage of the Dao Integration Realm— the Heaven-Suppressing King!

"How dare you lowly ants from the Lower Realm insult the majesty of my Divine Dynasty?!"

The Heaven-Suppressing King's face was ashen and iron-like, and he held in his hand a golden imperial edict that had flown out from the depths of the Imperial Palace.

"By my order, we shall Demon-Slaying Army!"

"Mobilize three thousand Crimson Blood Dragon Boats, muster eight hundred thousand troops, and traverse the Void rift."

The god's cloak billowed wildly, and his cold, cruel killing intent froze the light of the surrounding Stars.

"I will personally drain the Heavenly Dao from the Cangwu Realm and spend ten thousand years refining the souls of those barbarians!"

"Boom!!"

Three thousand towering crimson warships, blotting out the sky, slid out of the starport, their sides lined with menacing God-Slaying Crystal Cannons, as eight hundred thousand heavily armed Dao Integration Divine Army soldiers stepped onto the decks.

The massive fleet, arranged in a destructive formation, tore through the outer Void and roared towards the World Barrier of the Cangwu Realm.

Dozens of lower-level cultivators trembled and knelt along the way, and countless cultivators watched through the boundary membrane as the blood-red torrent swept across the starry river, all knowing that another world would be reduced to scorched earth.

Cangwu Realm, Immortal Alliance Divine Mountain.

After half a month of reorganization, the Wuji Immortal Army, composed of 30,000 warriors of the Golden Core and above from the Southern Nation, stood in formation in the Void. The entire army stood solemnly, their banners fluttering. Although their faces were still pale, under the strict discipline, they already possessed a chilling and murderous aura.

The Divine Mountain's geological gate slowly rises.

Eleven-year-old Chen Fan walked out slowly.

He was dressed in a spotless white linen robe, with the rusty, broken Broken Saber wrapped in tattered cloth still slung across his back.

He was not tall, but when he stepped barefoot into the Void, the laws of heaven and earth spread out obediently beneath his feet like ripples.