Martial God Leian

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

During this period, the news of Leian attaining godhood first spread among the Saint Realm powerhouses, then rapidly diffused throughout the entire Youquan Continent via the families and disciples of those Saint Realm experts.

Becoming a god in a hundred years!

Or, to be more precise, becoming a god in fifty years!

Such terrifying talent could absolutely be ranked first in the past million years.

For a time, even before Leian had taken any action, he had already become the object of worship for almost all young people.

And today, another piece of news shocked the entire continent:

On the territory of the original Byron Empire and half of the Beni Empire, a new empire, the "Leian Empire," was officially established.

Just by the name, one could tell that this newborn empire originated from Lord Leian.

At the same time, a sect named the "Martial God Hall" began to spread within the newly established Leian Empire.

Leian had agonized over the name of the sect for a long time, but in the end, he chose the title "Martial God." Although he always felt this title had been cheapened by O'Brien, Leian really had no better options.

After all, it wouldn't be appropriate to name it after "Destruction"—that name gave people the impression of a villain.

Originally, the title "War God" would have been the most suitable, but the plane already had the Yulan War God, Andrew, and it wouldn't do to steal someone else's title.

Therefore, from this day forward, Leian was the "Martial God Leian"!

As for the newborn Leian Empire, the entire territory was divided by Leian into sixteen provinces. In the capital of each province, Leian dispatched a Saint Realm powerhouse to be stationed there, simultaneously establishing a Martial God Hall and a Martial God Academy.

These Saint Realm powerhouses were all recruited by Xilmon, and they had already promised to serve diligently as bishops of the Martial God Hall for three hundred years.

And the reward Leian gave them was:

He would provide them with guidance once every hundred years, and after three hundred years, he would choose the three strongest among the sixteen to take on as disciples.

The reward seemed good, but the tasks they had to complete were not few.

For example, regarding the Martial God Hall, each Saint Realm bishop, while responsible for spreading the faith, also had to personally recruit high-level warriors or mages to go to each county seat to establish branch halls of the Martial God Hall.

As for the role of the Martial God Academy, it went without saying; its teachers were also recruited by the various Saint Realm experts themselves, while the students were primarily recommended by the branch halls in each county.

In order to better discover talented children and form a group of powerhouses centered around the Martial God in the future, each branch hall was required to help believers test their talent for free every year.

At the same time, Leian also introduced the scholarship and financial aid systems from his past life.

With this set of systems in place, Leian was deeply convinced that it wouldn't be long before he could plant his name, "Martial God Leian," deep into the minds of every citizen in the empire.

Thereby bringing him a continuous stream of faith power.

As for the original Byron Empire royal family, although they had lost the throne, Leian did not drive them to extinction; he even bestowed a province upon them.

However, the capital of the new empire was moved by Leian to a medium-sized city at the border of the original Byron Empire and the Beni Empire, which Leian expanded and renamed "Wuhun City."

The reason he chose this place was that Wuhun City was adjacent to the largest branch of the Youquan Mountain Range, and to the east of the city outskirts lay a stretch of continuous high mountains.

Leian renamed the highest peak Wuhun Mountain, using it as his place for secluded cultivation, while also building a complex of palaces at the foot of the mountain to serve as the main hall of the Martial God sect.

The sect leader of the main hall was held by Xilmon.

Because Xilmon had completed his tasks excellently, he had already been taken in by Leian as his eldest disciple.

Since the establishment of the Martial God Hall, all development of the sect had been left by Leian to this eldest disciple. In this great world where supreme power belonged to the individual, the change of dynasties did not cause much turmoil.

In fact, because of the existence of Leian as the "Martial God," everything was considered a matter of course.

Time flew like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, thirty years passed quietly.

Outside the empire's Wuhun City.

On the wide provincial capital boulevard, there was a constant stream of carriages and horses, with pedestrians as dense as weaving thread. Everyone who came to the imperial capital, Wuhun City, carried fanaticism and anticipation, immediately gazing at the towering Wuhun Mountain to the east.

The world knew that Wuhun Mountain was the place where Lord Martial God practiced in seclusion. It was rumored that if one were lucky enough, one could see the sword qi emitted when Lord Martial God practiced.

It was said that the sword qi grew to hundreds of feet long, appearing like a heavenly sword descending to the world, scattering the wind and clouds, shattering the void—it was truly terrifying.

It was even rumored that a level nine warrior had watched the sword qi and entered the Saint Realm directly.

These various legends not only made the strength of the Martial God deeply rooted in people's hearts but also made Wuhun Mountain a holy land for the Leian Empire, and even the entire Youquan Continent.

However, what the crowd did not know was that the sword qi was intentional on Leian's part, with the purpose of creating miracles and spreading faith.

At this moment, on the summit of Wuhun Mountain.

The original peak had been sliced off by Leian with a single sword strike, leaving behind a flat cloud platform several dozen meters in circumference.

In the middle of the cloud platform stood a towering, ancient purple palace. Hanging above the palace gate was a black plaque with the words "Martial God" written in bold, dragon-like calligraphy.

Behind the main hall, Leian stood silently, dressed in a black robe and holding the Guixu divine sword.

Behind him was the majestic Wuhun City, and before him were the continuous mountain ranges. Among those layers of mountains, near Wuhun Mountain, a pool of silent, emerald-green lake water rippled under the breeze.

This lake did not exist originally; it was about a dozen years ago, when Leian failed to fully control his sword qi during a deduction of a finishing move. The sword qi landed here, instantly destroying the rocks, grass, and trees within a radius of over ten miles, leaving behind a massive crater dozens of feet deep.

Since then, spring water had welled up, gradually forming this vast lake.

The mountain breeze brushed his face. Leian, who had been standing for a long time, suddenly moved. The long, pitch-black blade of Guixu suddenly shimmered with a hazy Black Light. Wherever the blade passed, the space trembled incessantly, and invisible spatial ripples spread out in all directions.

As time passed, the sword intent radiating from Leian continued to surge until it reached a point where it could rise no further. The blade suddenly paused, and in an instant, eight streaks of black sword qi, solid as reality, flew out like arrows released from a bow, flashing straight toward the lake ahead.

"Sss!"

Wherever the sword qi passed, hair-thin spatial cracks writhed and drifted like silkworms. The moment the sword qi struck the surface of the lake, the water silently dissolved into elemental particles. In a flash, eight hollows, each several meters in diameter and shaped like large bowls, appeared upon the lake.

The residual sword qi raged wildly within these "bowls," and it was only after several breaths that the hollows were finally refilled by the lake water.

"Hoo!"

Leian sheathed his sword and stood still, slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air. He nodded in satisfaction as he recalled that strike, but his expression suddenly darkened as if he had thought of something.

After thirty years of secluded cultivation, he had taken another step forward in his comprehension of the Destruction Rule. That move was his strongest strike to date, and it was a testament to his perfect mastery of his own strength.

However, when it came to using this strike as a trump card, Leian felt it was still somewhat inadequate. As for the specific reason, he could not quite put his finger on it; he simply felt that his application of the Destruction Rule could be pushed even further.

Yet, he had no clue as to how he should go about it.