Elder Yao

"We won."

"Yeah. The Federation has finally seen the dawn of victory. All those years of effort weren't for nothing."

"It was Holy Lord Chen."

"Without Holy Lord Chen, the Federation wouldn't be here today. We might even have been wiped out."

"That First Ancestor of the alien race was terrifyingly strong. They say he was a Martial God. Luckily, the Federation had the Holy Lord to deal with him, or we wouldn't be celebrating this victory."

"Right. We'll never have to worry about the alien race again."

"Hahaha! I'm thinking of leaving the army and going home to my wife and kids. After all these years of living on a knife's edge, I can finally catch my breath."

"Are you stupid? Now that the war's over, why go back? There's still plenty to do in the Outer Domain. We soldiers can stay without risking another alien attack. Besides, we've all earned some merit this time, so we'll get benefits. Life will be steadier than ever. You'd be losing out if you left now."

"Fair enough. It's not like I can leave just because I say so. I was only talking. I hope the Federation keeps getting stronger."

As the soldiers cleared away the alien corpses, many voiced similar thoughts.

At the same time, they looked toward the Federation's leaders in the distance.

Every soldier's reverence for Chen Xia had reached a height no one else could match.

What had happened today would be recorded in the Federation's history as an indelible milestone. Everyone would remember Chen Xia's name.

"Holy Lord Chen, if not for you, we would've been in terrible trouble."

Elsewhere, after the last group of alien elites had been slain, Lei Qianren cupped his fists. He and the Martial Saints of the Various Countries gathered before Chen