101: The allied forces were defeated, and the Star and Moon became famous.

The lingering power of the starship's main cannon had not yet fully dissipated; the gray-gold torrent of destruction left behind unhealing scorch marks in the Void Realm, as if the heavens themselves had been torn open by an incurable wound.

A deathly silence hung over the battlefield.

The allied fleet of the two Sects, which had previously been filled with Killing Intent and blocked out the sky, was now scattered and broken. The core area had been completely wiped clean, leaving only some peripheral, dilapidated flying boats darting about like headless flies. Flames, thick smoke, the wreckage of shattered Magic Treasures, and corpses devoid of life formed the main theme of this airspace.

Fear spread like a plague, running wild in the hearts of every surviving Disciple of the allied forces.

"Mon... Monster!"

"Run! Run away! This is not a power we can contend with!"

"The Vice Palace Master is dead! Thunderclap Sword Venerable is dead too!"

Cries of collapse rose one after another. The remaining flying boats no longer cared about any Formations or orders, each pushing their speed to the limit as they fled desperately in the direction they had come. Sect missions and the pursuit of the Star Core seemed so laughable in the face of absolute power and the fear of death. At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds—get away from that gray, demonic warship, and get away from that youth who was like a god or devil!

Inside the Star Moon Sect, the tense and oppressive atmosphere suddenly shifted.

After a brief silence, there was a deafening cheer of wild joy, the celebration of those who had survived a catastrophe!

"We won! We won!"

"Long live the Sect Master! Long live the starship!"

"Star Moon Sect will prevail!"

Countless Disciples were moved to tears, embracing each other and weeping. They had held their ground! Under the siege of the allied forces of two top Sects, they had not only defended their Sect but had also routed the invading enemies, leaving them in total disarray! All of this was thanks to the new Sect Master standing atop the starship—Lin Yang!

Su Qingyue commanded the Formation Disciples, slowly lowering the intensity of the Sect-protecting Formation's light barrier. Looking at the chaotic battlefield outside, her cold eyes were also filled with excitement and pride.

The Four Women—Bai Wanqing, Chu Yunxi, Chu Yuning, and Mu Yao—flew back to the starship deck. Although everyone was injured and their True Qi was heavily depleted, their faces were beaming with the joy and excitement of victory. They looked at Lin Yang's back, their eyes filled with indescribable admiration and shock.

Lin Yang hovered in the air, his Aura like a deep abyss or a vast ocean, incredibly majestic. Having devoured the Origin of the two Spirit Sea Realm Middle Stage powerhouses, Thunderclap Sword Venerable and Fairy Lingyun, his cultivation had fiercely achieved a Breakthrough to the Gang Qi Realm Great Perfection, leaving only a thin barrier from the true Spirit Sea Realm.

His cold gaze swept over the fleeing remnants, but he did not order a pursuit. Do not pursue a cornered enemy; the Star Moon Sect also needed time to recuperate. After this battle, the core combat strength of the Misty Immortal Palace and the Xuantian Sword Sect had suffered heavy losses; without decades or even a century, it would be difficult for them to recover their Origin Qi, and they were no longer a threat.

He slowly descended back to the bow of the starship, his voice spreading throughout the entire Sect via True Qi, calm yet containing supreme majesty: "Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and tally the battle results. All spoils of war will be distributed according to wartime contributions."

"We obey the Sect Master's order!"

The entire Star Moon Sect operated efficiently once again, like a precision machine. The Disciples, filled with excitement and reverence, began to head out to clean the battlefield and collect the flying boats, Magic Treasures, and storage rings left behind by the allied forces. Each harvest drew gasps of amazement; these resources were enough to elevate the Star Moon Sect's foundation to a new level!

The news of the Star Moon Sect's great victory spread like wildfire, traveling at an astonishing speed throughout the entire Qingzhou region and even to the surrounding continents.

"Have you heard? The Star Moon Sect! That originally second-rate Star Moon Sect completely annihilated the allied forces of the Misty Immortal Palace and the Xuantian Sword Sect!"

"How is that possible?! Two major Sects joined forces, and they had several Spirit Sea Realm powerhouses; how could they be defeated?"

"It's absolutely true! It is said that the new Sect Master of the Star Moon Sect, Lin Yang, piloted a mysterious starship from beyond the heavens and shattered the core of the allied forces with a single shot! Even Thunderclap Sword Venerable and Fairy Lingyun have fallen!"

"Hiss... The power of a single shot, it actually reached this extent? What exactly is Lin Yang's background?"

"It is said that he possesses great Luck and obtained an ancient Legacy! He is now at the Gang Qi Realm Great Perfection, yet his combat power can reverse-slay those in the Spirit Sea Realm!"

"The continent is about to change! The rise of the Star Moon Sect can no longer be stopped!"

Major Sects, forces, and Loose Cultivators were all shaken by this. The name of Lin Yang, the might of the Star Moon Sect, and the terror of the starship spread in all directions overnight, truly achieving "Star Moon Rises to Fame"! Countless small Sects and Families sent envoys carrying heavy gifts to the Star Moon Sect, intending to befriend this newly emerged hegemon of the continent.

The Star Moon Sect ushered in its most glorious moment since its founding. And all of this stemmed from that young Sect Master, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Lin Yang stood at the peak of the main mountain, overlooking the brand-new, majestic Sect. There was not much pride in his eyes, only calmness and contemplation. He knew this was just the beginning. The myriad worlds were his true stage.