The Wuji Dynasty

At the edge of the dragon boat deck, Chen Changqing stared intently at the approaching toddler.

Chen Fan raised his tender little face, met Chen Changqing's red eyes, and called out softly.

"Father."

Clang!

Chen Changqing's Yi Wood Green Vine Sword slammed onto the deck, producing a crisp clanging sound.

This middle-aged swordsman, who was usually gentle but dared to fight to the death against a powerful enemy, trembled violently and took a step forward, pulling Chen Fan into a tight embrace.

Rough, large hands pressed down on Chen Fan's back, with such force that it felt like they were kneading him into his very bones.

"It's good that you're alright... It's good that Fan'er is alright..."

Chen Changqing's voice was hoarse, and scalding tears fell onto Chen Fan's thin shoulder, mixed with blood and sweat, soaking through his coarse cloth collar.

There were no unnecessary questions.

Even after witnessing his son kill the Dao Integration Old Monster and annihilate the Dharma Form of the Imperial Capital, Chen Changqing felt only lingering fear and relief that his own flesh and blood were safe and sound.

Chen Fan leaned against his father's strong chest, feeling the intense and erratic heartbeat, a rare warmth appearing in his clear eyes.

Boom!

Just as Chen Changqing tightly embraced his infant son, the "Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture" floating deep within Chen Fan Sea of Consciousness suddenly churned.

Pure, unadulterated paternal love transformed into a torrent of blazing white light, roaring down from the Void and continuously pouring into the "Life Formation Core" within the Divine Kingdom.

The white ocean of life surged and roared, and the territory of the Divine Kingdom once again expanded outward at a visible speed.

Father and son embraced for a long time before Chen Changqing wiped away his tears, grabbed Chen Fan's shoulders and looked him up and down. After confirming that there were no wounds, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

At this moment, a dark mass of cultivators had already knelt down around the ruins of the Imperial Capital below the dragon boat.

Mo Wendao, having lost an arm, led Han Mo, the Old Woman of the Taiyin Demon Sect, and the trembling Immortal Feather Generals and the remaining 800,000 troops, all kneeling on the ground with their foreheads covered in charred blue stones.

"Please instruct me Sword Master!"

Mo Wendao in a high voice, his tone filled with a deep-seated reverence.

The entire city fell silent, countless eyes holding their breath, awaiting the decision of the white-robed child who could tear apart a Dao Integration cultivator.

Chen Fan gently broke free from his father's embrace, turned around, and although his body was small, the majesty he exuded made the world seem to freeze.

"From this day forward, this starry sky will no longer hold the spirit of the immortals."

Chen Fan spoke calmly, his voice clear and crisp, yet it resounded loudly in the Sea of Consciousness of all the cultivators on the entire Ziwei Emperor Star.

"Abolish the Immortal Feather Kingdom and establish the Wuji Dynasty instead."

"The Azure Cloud Sword Sect Star Domain has taken over the Imperial Capital, accepting the surrender of sects and cultivation families from all directions and myriad realms."

"I will obey the decree of the Supreme Law!"

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and millions of surviving cultivators roared in unison, the sound waves shattering the leaden clouds gathered in the sky.

Chen Fan's gaze swept over the Immortal Feather Generals who had been implanted with the Taiji Slave Mark Seal, and he coldly issued the first kill order:

"Seal off the nine celestial treasuries of the Imperial Capital and close the thirty-six interdimensional Star Gates."

"Order all celestial armies to conduct a thorough search of the entire territory. Any remaining members of the Celestial Feather Royal Family who resist will be immediately killed by detonating the Divine Soul Taiji Seal."

"Cultivators from all sects in the Southern Nation shall immediately move in and take over all spiritual veins, medicinal mountains, and divine weapon pavilions in the Imperial Capital. Within three days, I will see the entire Ziwei Emperor Star completely pacified."

"Receive the imperial decree!"

The surrendered generals felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They quickly kowtowed and accepted the order, then rose up and transformed into Escape Light, carrying a chilling killing intent as they rushed towards the surrounding sky.

Deep within the Taiji Imperial Palace lies the Ziwei Sacred Temple.

The former splendor has been completely destroyed by war, leaving only a vast and magnificent white jade platform.

Chen Fan sat cross-legged in the center of the platform.

In front of him, Chen Changqing and the one-armed Mo Wendao sat cross-legged, their expressions solemn.

Chen Fan formed hand seals, activating the nine core Ancestral Veins of the Ziwei Emperor Star that had been shattered.

The essence of the earth's veins, accumulated deep underground for 100,000 years, transformed into nine long, condensed purple dragons, as smooth as mercury, which roared out from the ground and coiled around the dome of the Sacred Temple.

At the same time, Chen Fan slightly moved his palm, drawing out two clumps of Chaos Deity Transformation Liquid containing the Origin Source Middle Martial God from the Life Formation Core of his Dantian Divine Kingdom.

"Concentrate your mind, focus your energy, and guard your oneness."

Chen Fan gave a soft shout, then brought his two fingers together, and two beams of azure-gold divine light touched the foreheads of Chen Changqing and Mo Wendao.

The violent and pure purple energy of the earth veins and the Deity Transformation surged into the Ancestral Aperture.

Mo Wendao let out a muffled groan as the long-standing internal injuries melted away at an astonishing speed. The bones and flesh of his broken right arm writhed wildly, and in the dazzling spiritual light, a new, jade-like arm burst forth from the flesh!

Not only that, his nearly half of lifespan was instantly replenished, his originally gray hair instantly turned as black as ink, and his Qi and Blood and energy surged throughout his body.

On the other side, the Yi Wood Nascent Soul within Chen Changqing's body was undergoing gradual transformation under the influence of the Deity Transformation Liquid.

The cracks in the meridians left by repeatedly forcibly burning the Origin Source were completely smoothed out.

Boom!

Above the Imperial Palace, auspicious clouds stretched for thousands of miles, and nine layers of colorful clouds rolled and converged.

Two incredibly powerful auras exploded within the Sacred Temple, soaring into the sky and directly disrupting the starry winds.

Early stage of Deity Transformation, Middle stage of Deity Transformation, Late stage of Deity Transformation...

With Chen Fan's almost heaven-defying empowerment and the accumulation of supreme resources from the Divine Dynasty, Chen Changqing and Mo Wendao did not even attract the Deity Transformation Tribulation. The shackles in their bodies were broken through as thin as paper, and they steadily stepped into the peak of the Deity Transformation Realm!

After a long while, the light faded.

Looking at his perfectly healed right arm and feeling the vast and abundant Deity Transformation power within his body, Mo Wendao burst into tears and prostrated himself before Chen Fan like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar crumbling.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace in restoring me!"

Chen Changqing also opened his eyes. He looked at his hands, his expression somewhat dazed.

Peak of the Deity Transformation stage.

In the past, in the Southern Nation of the Cangwu Realm, this was a divine figure worthy of being called an ancestor and ruling over a region. How could he have achieved this so easily now?

Chen Fan concealed his aura, took out the Imperial Seal and the Military Decree representing the highest authority of the Divine Dynasty from his sleeve, and threw them directly onto the jade table in front of Mo Wendao.

Elder Mo, you are skilled in the sect's affairs.

Chen Fan looked at Mo Wendao and calmly said:

"I hereby bestow upon you the Grand Chancellor Supreme Chancellor of the Limitless Divine Dynasty, to act on behalf of the Emperor, to govern the court, and to command an army of 800,000 immortals and the myriad realms."

Mo Wendao's body trembled, and he immediately kowtowed.

"I will give my Divine Dynasty to defend the nation!"

Then, Chen Fan turned to look at Chen Changqing, and a carefree, lighthearted smile appeared on that calm and indifferent young face:

"Father, you can just hold the empty title of Supreme Imperial Lord. Don't worry about these mundane affairs. Just relax in the inner palace."

Chen Changqing, who had been somewhat reserved, burst into laughter upon hearing his son's words and reached out to ruffle Chen Fan's hair.

"You little rascal... alright, Dad will watch the house for you."

Spring goes and autumn comes, time passes silently.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.