Clearing the Battlefield

The blood mist dissipated in the long wind, and the world was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

High above, two thousand seven hundred surviving Crimson Blood Dragon Boat hovered in the Void, their hull runes flickering on and off.

On the deck of the warship, hundreds of vice admirals were pale-faced, their hands trembling uncontrollably.

The commander-in-chief, Zhen Tianwang, was cleaved in two by a single strike, and even his primordial spirit and Dao fruit were devoured.

This is not a battle of magic between Human Race cultivators; it is gods and demons feeding.

Chen Fan stood suspended in mid-air, his simple clothes fluttering slightly in the wind. He indifferently swept his gaze across the clouds, the Black-and-White Millstone reflection slowly swirling in his eyes.

"Kneel down, or die."

The young voice calmly uttered five words, which, when they reached the ears of the 800,000 Demon-Slaying Army, were no different from a world-destroying thunderbolt.

Clang!

A long spear made of black iron, engraved with four array patterns, was the first to slip from his grasp and plunge into the Abyss.

Immediately following, the deafening clatter of armor grinding together continued like a landslide or tsunami.

On 2,700 dragon boats, 800,000 elite soldiers knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed firmly against the cold deck.

We... are willing to surrender!

Hundreds of Deity Transformation from the Immortal Dynasty at the Nascent Soul and Void Refinement stages kowtowed in unison, their voices filled with a deep-seated tremor.

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Chen Fan pressed his small hand down in mid-air.

Within the Miniature Divine Kingdom, the Life-and-Death Millstone trembled, and hundreds of thousands of tiny Taiji light seals roared out, raining down from the heavens, precisely entering the Ancestral Aperture the eyebrows of each general.

Slave Mark to death; life and death were entirely in his hands.

Only at this moment did the Cangwu Realm Divine Mountain, which had been silent for so long, finally erupt into a hysterical wailing and revelry.

"We won... We actually survived!"

"Supreme Wuji live ten thousand years! Supreme Wuji be invincible!"

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators from the Southern Nation wept bitterly, and many elders whose lifespans were nearing their end even knelt in pools of blood, banging their heads on the ground.

Facing the main force of the Great Wilderness Immortal Dynasty, which swept across the heavens, they thought that the Southern Nation would surely perish today. However, they did not expect that this child of only eleven years old could turn the tide with a wave of his hand.

Chen Fan dispelled the Taiji Divine Ring behind him and stepped down from the Void.

"Xiao Fan!"

A cry filled with sobs and the smell of blood rang out, Chen Changqing stumbled out of the broken defensive formation, tumbling and crawling towards Chen Fan.

He pulled Chen Fan into a tight embrace, so strong that he almost crushed the child into his very bones.

"Father, please check... Are you injured? Has your Divine Soul been damaged? Is your Qi and Blood in disarray?"

Chen Changqing's eyes were bloodshot, and his blood-stained hands trembled as he groped up and down Chen Fan's back and arms, tears streaming down his face.

Even though he witnessed his son slaying the Dao Integration and devouring the heavens and the earth, in Chen Changqing's eyes, this was still the son who was eating hard spirit cakes and whose bone age was no more than eleven years old.

Chen Fan let his father wipe his cheeks haphazardly, letting the not-so-powerful Divine Sense anxiously probe outside his meridians.

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness, the "Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture" churned once more.

This milky-white spiritual flow, imbued with pure, maternal love, poured into the core of the Divine Kingdom without reservation, making the white Life Formation Core even clearer and brighter.

"Dad, I'm fine," Chen Fan said softly, a smile appearing on his youthful face. "That old mudfish was too fragile; he didn't even touch the hem of my clothes."

Chen Changqing wiped away his tears, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into his stomach. He took a deep breath, forced his spine to straighten, stood protectively beside Chen Fan, and warily scanned the surrendered troops in the sky.

Chen Fan suppressed his smile and turned his gaze to Mo Wendao, Han Mo, and the Old Woman of the Taiyin Demon Sect who had quickly arrived.

"Old Mo, take stock of the spoils."

Chen Fan's words were concise and to the point.

Before long, Mo Wendao, who was in charge of searching the flagship and the inner vaults of each dragon boat, returned trembling, holding several Storage Rings in his hands, his old face flushed purple.

"Supreme... Your Majesty! This is incredible... The Southern Nation has never seen such a wealth of resources in its entire history!"

Mo Wendao's voice rose sharply, almost losing its tone.

"The entire 800,000- Demon-Slaying Army of the Immortal Feather Divine Dynasty was equipped with 320 million pieces of top-grade immortal crystals! Twelve top-grade earth veins at the Dao Integration level were sealed! More than five million bottles of Tribulation-Breaking Pills of various grades were seized, along with countless heavy armor and magic treasures of the Profound Rank and above! Enough to arm three entire Great Thousand Dao Lineages!"

Han Mo and the others around them gasped, their chests filled with greed and shock.

Chen Fan remained calm and composed.

Such resources would be considered a miracle for the Lower Realms, but to him, who was accustomed to the wars between gods in the stars, it was nothing more than plucking a hair from Alien Races army.

"Father." Chen Fan turned to look at Chen Changqing.

Chen Changqing was taken aback. "Huh?"

"From this day forward, all immortal crystals, ley lines, and war reserves will be transferred to the Supreme Emperor Sect's internal treasury, and you will personally oversee their distribution."

Chen Fan flicked his finger, drawing out a droplet of golden light from his Divine Kingdom, which entered Chen Changqing's brow.

That was the purest drop of Taiyin Creation Dew extracted after the body of the Heaven-Suppressing King who had merged with the Dao Integration was ground up.

"After refining this item, Origin Source will be stabilized within seven days, leading directly to the Deity Transformation."

Chen Changqing felt a cool current instantly flow through his body. His shattered meridians healed in an instant, and the Qi Sea Nascent Soul deep within his dantian shone with golden light, faintly giving rise to a phantom image of Dharma Form. He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he met Chen Fan's deep and calm eyes, he finally nodded heavily.

"Alright, Dad will keep a close eye on our family fortune for you. You won't be short of even a single immortal crystal."

Chen Fan then looked at Han Mo, Mo Wendao, and the other two, who were filled with trepidation.

"In recognition of your meritorious service in protecting the sect, you are each granted three Grade 8 Deity Transformation and a fragment of the Immortal Dynasty Dao Integration True Meaning Scroll."

Three streaks of Stream of Light landed precisely in the hands of the three men. Han Mo and the others knelt on the ground, trembling with excitement. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for bestowing upon us the Dao! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your great favor!"

"Don't rush to thank me." Chen Fan's tone suddenly turned cold, as if Nine Netherworlds aura from the depths of hell swept through. "The Divine Dynasty has lost a prince and its vanguard. The Ziwei Emperor Star will never let this go. The next time it breaks through the World Barrier, there will be even more Dao Integration."

Everyone's hearts tightened, and their ecstatic expressions instantly froze.

"I'm giving you one month." Chen Fan, hands behind his back, coldly ordered, "Disperse and reorganize the 800,000 surrendered troops. All Deity Transformation and Golden Core cultivators from the thirty-six sects of the Southern Nation must use the war reserve's resources to break through to the next realm. Next time we face battle, I won't tolerate useless people."

"I will obey the decree!"

The crowd responded in unison, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

After giving the instructions, Chen Fan turned to Chen Changqing and said.

"Father, I need to go into seclusion for several days. No one is allowed to set foot within a hundred miles of the Divine Mountain's ley lines."

"Don't worry, unless they step over my dead body, no one will get even a step closer to the stone gate!"

Chen Changqing gripped the reforged Green Vine Sword tightly in his hand, his eyes fierce.

Chen Fan nodded slightly, his figure flickered, and he instantly transformed into a streak of gray-red Stream of Light, directly plunging into the Extreme Yin Earth Vein Death Point at the very bottom of the Divine Mountain.

"Boom!"

The massive stone that severed the dragon closed up, and the boundary wall of the divine kingdom silently spread out, completely sealing off the fluctuations of the laws within a radius of a hundred miles.

In the dim and damp ancient stone chamber, Chen Fan sat cross-legged in the Void.