Aftermath of High Martial Arts

[World Announcement: Congratulations to player Wang Xuan for obtaining Tower Master authorization, participating in the adjudication, and fully unlocking the panel feature: Storage Space!]

The cold, mechanical voice lacked any inflection, yet it rang out like a thunderclap in every corner of the Heavens.

On the Origin Earth Star, the vast and boundless Heavens Tower that stood between heaven and earth suddenly trembled slightly. An invisible ripple centered on the tower spread rapidly in all directions, covering the Earth Star and countless life-bearing planets across the Heavens in the blink of an eye.

Countless players were stunned as the mechanical voice of the Heavens Tower echoed in their ears.

Whether they were novice players who had yet to enter the Heavens Tower or veteran players struggling in plot worlds, everyone subconsciously moved their minds to open their personal Heavens panels.

At a glance, a brand-new feature had appeared on the panel: Storage Space.

The space was a full 125 cubic meters, square and neatly organized, and could be divided at will with a mere thought.

For a moment, countless players were ecstatic, hurriedly trying to store items with their minds. Some players placed their weapons and medicinal pills inside, only to take them out again instantly, repeating the process several times with faces full of excitement.

"What the hell?"

A player camping in the martial arts world of Legend of the Condor Heroes, hoping to snatch the martial arts of the Seven Freaks of the South, had heard that the Yue Maiden Sword Technique had a prestigious origin and was likely a top-tier martial art, perhaps even a supreme sword technique. At this moment, however, he had to suppress his thoughts and open his panel.

The panel, which previously only had [Personal Info] and [Quests], now had a shiny new icon at the bottom: [Storage Space].

His fingers trembled slightly as he tapped it.

A 125-cubic-meter, square, virtual space that could be divided at will appeared in his consciousness.

"Holy crap! It... it's actually real?" The player froze for two seconds before jumping up violently and shoving the iron sword in his hand inside.

The iron sword vanished.

With a thought, the iron sword appeared back in his hand.

"I'm rich! I'm freaking rich!" He cheered, spinning in place while hugging his sword. "Only those Royal Clan members had storage bags before, but now I have one too! And it's 125 cubic meters! How much stuff can this hold?"

Similar scenes were playing out in countless corners simultaneously.

"Storage Space... is this a built-in feature of the panel?"

"Then why... have we never seen it before?"

"Unless... it was always turned off."

"Who has the power to disable a feature of the Heavens Tower panel?"

This question spread like a plague among those who had come to their senses.

The answer was practically self-evident.

Who else could it be but those high-and-mighty Longevity Families and the Royal Clan who monopolized everything?

"Damn the Royal Clan! They used storage bags themselves while sealing our storage function!"

"Ten thousand years! We've been running around carrying piles of stuff like idiots while they just watched the show!"

"How dare they!"

"Wang Xuan is a legend! Well done!"

Curses, anger, and gratitude mixed with curiosity toward the name "Wang Xuan" spread like wildfire among the grassroots players.

In the high-martial plot world of Nine Cauldrons, in Ji Province at the northernmost tip of the Nine Provinces Continent.

To the north lay endless grasslands, bordering the vast North Sea, with the Duanmu Continent visible across the water. This was the frontline stronghold where the Nine Provinces resisted invasions from grassland tribes.

Looking out, cities were scattered like stars, and the roar of ramming earth to build walls echoed incessantly, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Countless gaunt and malnourished laborers were driven by soldiers in armor. Some carried heavy boulders on their shoulders, while others dragged Black Iron, scurrying back and forth like ants carrying mud, all to reinforce the city defenses and build ramparts.

Every step they took was difficult and heavy; the slightest delay was met with the lash of a whip, and their shrill cries of agony were quickly drowned out by the wind and the sound of ramming earth, appearing exceptionally bleak.

At the city gate, squads of knights clad in Black Iron Armor were ready to depart.

The Black Iron Armor glinted with a cold, chilling light under the sun, and the clashing of the plates produced a harsh, "clanging" sound.

The warhorses beneath the knights were pitch black and exceptionally majestic, snorting white mist from their nostrils. With heavy hoofbeats, they charged out of the city gate in a grand procession, galloping toward the depths of the grasslands.

In the grassland area bordering Ji Province and the North Sea, the air became exceptionally pungent.

The stench of rotting corpses and the thick smell of blood intertwined, clinging stickily to the nostrils, lingering and nauseating.

High above in the sky, countless vultures circled and shrieked, their wide wings blocking half the sunlight. Pairs of greedy, sharp eyes stared fixedly at the battlefield below, yet they dared not descend, only circling and probing from high altitude.

This was because below on the grasslands, the sound of hoofbeats shook the universe, and the ground trembled, causing the earth to quake and mountains to sway.

Two massive armies, each numbering in the hundreds of thousands, were locked in a desperate, life-or-death struggle. The sounds of slaughter reached the heavens, drowning out even the wind.

One army was clad in Black Iron Armor, their gear heavy and thick, with a biting chill congealing on their blades and spears. Every slash and thrust carried the weight of immense internal energy, powerful and heavy.

The other side wore crimson armor, like a raging wildfire. Their moves were fierce and savage, with blood energy steaming and surging straight into the sky.

The soldiers of both sides were tangled together, blades and shadows crossing, flesh and blood flying. The blood energy rose like a pillar of smoke, dyeing half the sky a dark red.

On such a high-martial battlefield, Xiantian-realm cultivators were barely qualified to be common soldiers, only those at the Grandmaster realm could barely serve as squad leaders, and even Great Grandmaster-level powerhouses could only act as vanguard generals here.

The entire battlefield was like a giant meat grinder, with a massive number of soldiers falling every single moment.

The soldiers in Black Iron Armor had their necks severed by the long blades of the Red Armor Army, blood spraying out and instantly staining the grass beneath their feet crimson.

The soldiers of the Red Armor Army were run through the chest by Black Iron spears, their Xiantian true essence instantly dissipating, their corpses crashing heavily to the ground only to be trampled into pulp by the soldiers charging behind them.

Broken weapons, shattered armor, and mangled limbs were scattered across the fields, while true qi was unleashed recklessly, its shockwaves overturning the turf and soil beneath their feet.

Ten miles away from the battlefield, in a grand military camp, several members of the Royal Clan sat atop a high platform, gazing at the clashing forces with indifferent eyes, chatting and laughing as if the soldiers bleeding and dying on the front lines meant nothing to them.

The luxurious lounge chair on the high platform was draped in the full pelt of a Green-Eyed Golden Lion, shimmering brilliantly under the daylight and appearing exceptionally dazzling.

A Royal Clan youth reclined on the chair, holding a scantily clad, alluring woman in his arms, his hands groping unrestrainedly inside her bodice as he spoke casually to the person beside him: "Brother Mu, that's enough for now. It's just a game; don't push the Federation too hard, lest they think we of the Royal Clan truly have no way to deal with them!"

On the high platform, there were many other Royal Clan members acting just like him; it didn't look like the front lines of a battlefield, but rather some brothel or tavern, with some even more excessive, using several stunning beauties crawling on the ground as their chairs—utterly absurd.

The Royal Clan member of the Mu Clan, addressed as Brother Mu, smiled and waved his hand, pulling a disk-shaped object from the storage bag at his waist, pouring his true qi into it frantically before tossing it into the sky.

In an instant, five-colored light erupted, dazzling and eye-catching, and at the edge of the distant battlefield, a force of tens of thousands of Black Iron Cavalry suddenly charged out.

The Five-Colored Xun Wind Formation Disk hovered above the cavalry, and wisps of blood essence and true qi drifted from the soldiers, drawn by the disk to coalesce into the phantom of a massive five-colored flood dragon.

The flood dragon roared at the sky, its voice shaking the heavens, and a gale swept through instantly, blowing so hard that people could not open their eyes.

The Black Iron Cavalry seemed bolstered by the gale, their speed surging instantly, and the long spears in their hands erupted with solid wind blades over a foot long, sharp and menacing, as they charged toward the Red Armor Army.

The roar of the flood dragon startled the Red Armor Army below, and the sound of gongs signaling a retreat soon rang out across the battlefield, but the two sides had been locked in combat for so long that the soldiers were already hopelessly intermingled, making it impossible to withdraw in time.

Under the fierce charge of the Black Iron Cavalry, the majority of the Red Armor Army was slaughtered, with only a small number of soldiers managing to break through and flee back to their own camp in a sorry state.

On the distant coastline, dense formations of large ships docked one after another, and countless soldiers clad in red armor disembarked, moving with speed to quickly replenish the lost forces, their ranks becoming orderly once again.

"Hahaha!" The Mu Clan member laughed heartily, looking at the distant battlefield with a smug expression. "We've beaten back the Federation army dozens of times, yet they never learn! With my Five-Colored Xun Wind Formation Disk here, no matter how many troops they send, they are just throwing their lives away!"

As he spoke, he had no intention of pursuing the victory, waving his hand casually to have his servants sound the gong for retreat.

On this front line, their mission was merely to block the Federation army from entering Ji Province; as for completely crushing the Federation army, that was not their concern.

The conflict between the Royal Clan and the Federation had lasted for ten thousand years and had never once ceased.

Just at this moment, that cold, mechanical voice of the Heavens Tower resounded once again across the entire battlefield, and indeed, every corner of the heavens and myriad worlds:

[World Announcement: Congratulations to player Wang Xuan for obtaining the Tower Master's authorization to participate in the adjudication and fully unlocking the panel function: Storage Space!]