[World Announcement: Congratulations to Player Wang Xuan for obtaining Tower Master Permission, participating in the adjudication, and fully unlocking the System Panel function: Storage Space!]
The cold mechanical voice had not the slightest fluctuation, yet it resounded like thunder through every corner of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.
On Origin Earth Star, the vast, boundless Heavens Tower that stood between heaven and earth suddenly trembled slightly. An invisible wave rapidly spread outward from the tower, covering Earth Star and countless living planets throughout the Heavens and Myriad Worlds in the blink of an eye.
Countless Players froze as the Heavens Tower's mechanical voice rang in their ears.
Whether they were novice Players who had yet to enter the Heavens Tower or veteran Players struggling within Plot Worlds, all of them instinctively opened their Heavens System Panels with a thought.
At a glance, they saw a brand-new function on their panels: Storage Space.
The space measured a full 125 cubic meters, square and orderly, and could be freely divided with a thought.
For a moment, countless Players were ecstatic. They hurriedly tried storing things with their minds. Some put away the weapons and pills in their hands, then instantly took them back out, repeating the process several times with excitement written all over their faces.
"What the hell?"
A Player who had been staking out the martial arts world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, hoping to steal the martial arts of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, had heard that the Yue Maiden Sword Technique had an impressive origin. It was likely an upper-grade martial art, perhaps even an Ultimate Arts sword technique. Yet now, he had no choice but to suppress those thoughts and open his System Panel.
The panel had originally contained only options like [Personal Information] and [Quests], but now, at the very bottom, there was a new gleaming icon: [Storage Space].
His fingers trembled slightly as he tapped it.
A square virtual space of 125 cubic meters, freely divisible with a thought, appeared within his consciousness.
"Holy shit! It... it's real?" The Player stared blankly for two seconds, then suddenly jumped up and shoved the iron sword in his hand inside.
The iron sword vanished.
With a thought, the iron sword reappeared in his hand.
"I'm rich! I'm fucking rich!" He spun in circles while hugging his sword, overjoyed. "Only those Royal Clans used to have Storage Bags. Now I have one too! And it's 125 cubic meters! How much stuff can this hold?"
Similar scenes played out simultaneously in countless corners of the world.
"Storage Space... was this a built-in System Panel function?"
"Then why... had we never seen it before?"
"Unless... it had been disabled all along."
"Who had the ability to disable a Heavens Tower System Panel function?"
The question spread like a plague among those who had come to their senses.
The answer was practically obvious.
Other than those lofty Longevity Families and Royal Clans who monopolized everything, who else could it have been?
"Damn Royal Clans! They used Storage Bags themselves, then sealed off our storage function!"
"For ten thousand years! We ran around like idiots carrying piles of stuff while they watched the show!"
"Why should they get to do that?!"
"Boss Wang Xuan is awesome! Nicely done!"
Curses, fury, and gratitude and curiosity toward the name "Wang Xuan" spread wildly among the lower-class Players like a prairie fire.
The high-martial Nine Cauldrons Plot World, Ji Province at the northernmost edge of the Nine Provinces Continent.
To the north lay an endless grassland, while the vast North Sea bordered it nearby. Across the sea stood Duanmu Continent. This was the foremost stronghold of the Nine Provinces against invasions by the grassland tribes.
Looking out, cities were scattered like stars, and the thunderous sounds of rammed-earth walls being built rose and fell, shaking heaven and earth.
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Countless gaunt laborers and conscripted workers were driven by armored soldiers. Some carried massive boulders on their shoulders, while others dragged Black Iron, scurrying back and forth like ants carrying mud, all to reinforce the city defenses and construct military camps.
Every step they took was difficult and heavy. The slightest delay brought whipping lashes. Their miserable cries were quickly drowned out by the wind and the pounding of rammed earth, making the scene especially bleak.
At the city gates, squad after squad of knights clad in Black Iron Armor stood ready to depart.
The black iron battle armor glinted with a chilling cold light beneath the daylight. As the armor plates collided, they produced sharp clangs that were particularly grating.
The knights' warhorses were entirely black, exceptionally fine steeds. White vapor billowed from their nostrils as they thundered out through the gates and charged toward the depths of the grasslands.
On the grasslands at the border between Ji Province and the North Sea, the air had become exceptionally pungent.
The stench of rotting corpses mingled with the thick smell of blood, clinging nauseatingly to the nostrils and refusing to fade.
In the sky, countless vultures circled and shrieked. Their broad wings blocked half the daylight, and their greedy, sharp eyes stared fixedly at the battlefield below. Yet they did not dare descend, only circling and probing from high above.
That was because below them, hoofbeats shook the world, and the ground trembled faintly as though mountains and earth were collapsing.
Two armies, each numbering several hundred thousand, were locked in a battle to the death. Their cries of slaughter shook the heavens and pierced the clouds, drowning out even the wind.
One army wore Black Iron Armor. Their heavy armor and blades were coated in icy killing intent, and every slash and thrust carried surging True Qi with tremendous force.
The other wore crimson armor, like a blazing fire sweeping across the plains. Their techniques were fierce and savage, their blood energy steaming upward into the sky.
The soldiers of both sides were tangled together, sword flashes and spear shadows crisscrossing as flesh and blood flew. Their rising blood energy resembled smoke signals soaring into the heavens, staining half the sky dark red.
On such a high-martial battlefield, even Xiantian cultivators were merely barely qualified common soldiers. Only Grandmasters could barely serve as squad leaders, and even Great Grandmaster-level experts could only act as vanguard commanders.
The entire battlefield was like a massive meat grinder, with huge numbers of soldiers falling every moment.
Soldiers in Black Iron Armor had their necks severed by the long blades of the Red Armor Army, blood spraying out and instantly dyeing the grass beneath their feet red.
Soldiers of the Red Armor Army were pierced through the chest by black iron spears. Their Xiantian True Essence instantly dispersed, and their corpses crashed heavily to the ground, soon trampled into pulp by the soldiers charging behind them.
Broken weapons, shattered armor, and mangled limbs littered the ground. True Qi surged wildly, its aftershocks overturning the turf and soil beneath their feet.
Ten miles from the battlefield, several Royal Clan descendants sat atop a raised platform in a massive military camp. They casually watched the two sides clash once more, chatting and laughing as though the bleeding and dying soldiers at the front meant nothing to them.
The luxurious recliners atop the platform were covered in the complete pelt of a Green-Eyed Golden Lion, gleaming golden beneath the daylight and especially eye-catching.
A young man of the Royal Clan reclined lazily on one of the chairs, holding a scantily dressed, seductive woman in his arms. His hands brazenly groped inside her clothes as he casually said to the person beside him, "Brother Mu, that's enough. Have your fun, but don't truly drive the Federation people into desperation. Otherwise, they might think our Royal Clan really can't do anything to them!"
There were quite a few Royal Clan descendants on the platform behaving just like him. It looked less like a battlefield front line than some brothel or tavern. Some were even more excessive, using several stunning beauties crawling on the ground as seats. It was utterly absurd.
The Mu Clan Royal Clan descendant called Brother Mu smiled and waved his hand. He took out a round object from the Storage Bag at his waist, madly pouring the True Qi within his body into it before casually tossing it into the sky.
In an instant, five-colored light erupted in a dazzling flash. At the edge of the distant battlefield, a force of tens of thousands of Black Iron cavalry suddenly charged forth.
The five-colored disk hovered above the black cavalry. Strands of blood energy and True Qi drifted from the cavalrymen's bodies, gathering under the disk's pull into the phantom image of an enormous five-colored Flood Dragon.
The Flood Dragon raised its head and roared at the sky, its voice shaking the clouds. A violent gale instantly swept over them, making it impossible to keep their eyes open.
The Black Iron cavalry seemed to receive the gale's blessing. Their speed suddenly soared, while solid wind blades more than a foot long erupted from their spears, their edges exposed as they charged toward the Red Armor Army.
The Flood Dragon's roar alerted the Red Armor Army below. The ringing of gongs to withdraw soon echoed across the battlefield, but the two sides had been fighting for so long that their soldiers had already become intermingled. You were among me, and I was among you; there was no way to retreat quickly.
Under the ferocious charge of the Black Iron cavalry, most of the Red Armor Army was massacred. Only a small portion of the soldiers fought desperately to break through and fled back to their own camp in disarray.
Along the distant coastline, densely packed ships docked one after another. Countless soldiers clad in crimson armor disembarked, moving swiftly and soon replenishing the losses from before. Their formation became orderly once more.
"Hahaha!" The Mu Clan Royal Clan descendant laughed loudly, his gaze fixed proudly on the distant battlefield. "We've driven back the Federation army dozens of times, and they still haven't learned their lesson! With my Five-Colored Xun Wind Formation Disk, no matter how many troops they send, they're just coming here to die!"
As he spoke, he had no intention of pursuing the victory. He casually waved his hand and had the servants beside him sound the gong to withdraw.
On this front, their mission was simply to stop the Federation army from entering Ji Province. Completely defeating the Federation army was not their concern.
The conflict between the Royal Clan and the Federation had lasted for more than ten thousand years and had never ceased.
Just then, the Heavens Tower's cold mechanical voice resounded across the entire battlefield once more, and through every corner of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds:
[World Announcement: Congratulations to Player Wang Xuan for obtaining Tower Master Permission, participating in the adjudication, and fully unlocking the System Panel function: Storage Space!]
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