158: Chapter 155 The Northern Border Falls!

At this moment, every member of the Heavenly Spirit Sect plunged into an abyss of utter despair.

What greeted them were the ghostly figures of the Dark Net Member, and the cold slaughter blades in their hands.

The slaughter continued. But resistance had vanished.

This was no longer a war; it was a cold-blooded execution.

Blood gathered into streams, staining the rocks, the palaces, and the mountain range once hailed as a blessed land for immortals.

On this day, the sky above the Heavenly Spirit Sect was blanketed in blood-red clouds that refused to dissipate.

On this day, the Heavenly Spirit Sect, one of the Ten Great Sects of the Desolate Province with a Legacy spanning thousands of years, was uprooted and completely erased from the world under the watchful eyes of all factions!

When the last Heavenly Spirit Sect Disciple fell into a pool of blood, the entire world seemed to fall silent.

Chen Zhiwen sheathed his sword. From start to finish, his expression remained unchanged, as if he had merely performed an insignificant task.

He turned and swept his gaze over Zheng Ming and the others.

"Thank you for your hard work, Seniors."

Chen Heng and the others hurriedly returned the salute. Their demeanor no longer held any of the casualness of elders, replaced instead by a trace of deep awe.

"Your Highness, you are too kind."

"Since matters here are concluded, we shall take our leave."

They knew that after today, the landscape of the Desolate Province would be completely altered because of this young man before them.

Chen Zhiwen nodded slightly, then issued an order to the Dark Web below.

"Clean up the battlefield. Collect all spoils and store them in the treasury."

"Understood!"

The cold voices merged into a torrent once more.

Having finished everything, Chen Zhiwen did not spare another glance at the mountain gate that had turned into a Hell of carnage. He took a step forward, his figure merging into the Void Realm and vanishing.

Three days later, Great Xuan Dynasty, the capital.

The news of the Heavenly Spirit Sect's destruction had already swept through the entire Desolate Province like a category twelve storm, causing massive waves.

Countless people were shocked and chilled to the bone.

Overnight, the name Chen Zhiwen became known to everyone in the Desolate Province.

Some said he was a god of slaughter descended to earth, others called him a hero of chaotic times, but for most, only awe remained in their hearts when mentioning his name.

The Imperial Palace, Golden Throne Hall.

The Emperor of Great Xuan sat high upon the dragon throne. This ruler, usually so grave and dignified, was now filled with irrepressible excitement and pride.

"Pass on my decree!"

The resonant voice echoed throughout the hall.

"The Fifth Prince, Chen Zhiwen, possesses heaven-sent talent and peerless martial prowess. He has upheld the national prestige of Great Xuan and intimidated the petty villains on all sides. His contributions benefit the nation and will last for generations!"

"I am deeply gratified!"

"I hereby confer upon the Fifth Prince, Chen Zhiwen, the title of... Great Xuan Martial God!"

"He shall enjoy the status of a Prince, be exempt from kneeling before the monarch, be granted the Martial God Mansion, and hold command over the empire's military forces!"

Once the imperial decree was issued, the entire court was in an uproar!

Great Xuan Martial God! What a prestigious title! It had never been seen before in the history of the Great Xuan Dynasty!

Holding command over the empire's military forces! This was equivalent to handing the entire military power of the Imperial Dynasty into Chen Zhiwen's hands alone!

This was unprecedented favor and unprecedented trust!

Yet, regarding this, not a single official in the court opposed it.

Everyone knew that with the strength and influence Chen Zhiwen had displayed, he was fully deserving of this title!

When the news spread, the entire capital boiled over with excitement.

A Martial God Mansion, covering a thousand acres and several times more magnificent than the Crown Prince's residence, rose from the ground in just a few days with the full support of the imperial family.

Yet, as the center of all this, Chen Zhiwen appeared exceptionally calm.

Chen Zhiwen's residence, backyard.

Chen Zhiwen, dressed in a black robe, stood quietly beneath an ancient thousand-year-old pine tree, looking up at the sky.

His Aura was restrained to the extreme, making him look like an ordinary wealthy Young Master, yet those deep eyes seemed to contain a starry sky, causing anyone who looked into them to sink within.

Destroying the Heavenly Spirit Sect was, to him, merely settling a piece of Karma, allowing his thoughts to flow clearly.

His Dao was the Dao of Tyranny; if his thoughts were not clear, his cultivation would stagnate. Now that the Karma was settled, he could clearly feel that his Qi Refining, Body Refining, and Soul Refining were all showing faint signs of improvement.

"Great Grandmaster Middle Stage... still not enough."

Chen Zhiwen whispered to himself.

The Desolate Province, for him, was ultimately just a starting point.

His gaze had long since crossed this continent, looking toward the vast starry sky and the ancient Remnant Clan hidden deep within the passage of time.

Just as he was deep in thought, a sharp sound of something breaking through the air approached from afar.

A general clad in imperial guard armor landed outside the courtyard with a panicked expression and knelt on one knee.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the Martial God! An urgent military report from the Northern Frontier, eight hundred miles away!"

"Speak." Chen Zhiwen did not turn his head, his tone indifferent.

The general took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice, "Three days ago, the North Sea Demon Clan... suddenly assembled a massive army and broke through the Northern Frontier defense line!"

"The millions of troops from our Human Race's Four Great Dynasties stationed at the Northern Frontier Great Wall... have been... almost completely annihilated!"

"Now, the Northern Frontier Great Wall has fallen. The Demon Clan army has driven straight in, having broken through thirteen of our Great Xuan cities, with their vanguard pointing directly at the heart of Youzhou!"

"Boom!"

The general's words exploded in Chen Zhiwen's mind like a thunderbolt.

He turned abruptly. For the first time, a terrifying glint shot out from his calm eyes, and a horrifying Aura instantly locked onto that general.

"What did you say?!"

The general was almost suffocated by this Aura and struggled to repeat, "The Northern Frontier... has fallen!"

How is that possible?!

The Northern Frontier Great Wall was a war fortress that the Human Race had spent thousands of years building, crafted by countless Formation Great Masters working together. It was impregnable, and also permanently garrisoned by the elite troops of the Four Great Dynasties.

Although the North Sea Demon Clan was powerful, they had only ever had minor frictions with the Human Race and had never launched such a large-scale invasion.

Moreover, to be able to destroy millions of troops and break through the Northern Frontier Great Wall in just three days?

This is definitely not something an ordinary Demon Clan army could achieve!

When things are abnormal, there must be a demon at work!

Chen Zhiwen looked up at the northern sky again, his gaze becoming extremely grave.

He could feel a dense Demonic Qi and the scent of blood permeating from the distant north. Within it, there were also several... ancient and vast Auras that made even him feel a palpitation of the heart.

Meanwhile, it was not just the Great Xuan Dynasty. Great Chu, Great Yan Dynasty, Great Yu, and even the Zetian Sect, Tianluo Sect, and all the top factions of the Desolate Province received this shocking news, which was enough to overturn the entire Desolate Province, at the same time.

For a time, the entire Desolate Province was in a state of extreme panic!

The waves just stirred up by the destruction of the Heavenly Spirit Sect seemed so insignificant in the face of this sudden racial war.

A catastrophe that would sweep through the entire Human Race had arrived without any warning.