322: Greetings, Divine General, Kitahara Shinsen

As Shen Yuanmo stepped out of the slowly healing, pitch-black fissure,

The entire world of Northern Plains fell silent.

He was still wearing the tattered green robes from the bloody battle, his body marked by dried bloodstains and fresh wounds, looking utterly disheveled.

Yet, the aura emanating from him had undergone a world-shattering transformation.

It was no longer the perfect harmony of the Nascent Soul Stage, but a truly profound and majestic presence that resonated with the Laws of this world, where words became reality!

Soul Transformation!

This was the supreme Divine Might of a Spirit Transformation True Monarch!

On the city walls of Demon Suppressing City, everyone's gaze was fixed on that figure.

Their breathing, at this moment, had stopped.

“The demon tide... has retreated?”

A young soldier, looking at the completely dispersed northern sky, which now revealed a hazy gray, murmured with a trembling voice.

“It retreated! It really retreated! That fissure... it seems to be shrinking too!”

The veteran beside him vigorously rubbed his eyes, and after confirming he wasn't dreaming, burst into a thunderous, ecstatic cheer!

This cheer seemed to ignite a fuse.

The next moment, the entire Demon Suppressing City erupted in a roar of jubilation that could overturn the heavens!

“We won! We won!”

“Hahaha! I'm still alive! I'm actually still alive!”

“It's Lord Divine General! Lord Divine General saved us!”

Countless soldiers dropped their weapons and embraced their comrades in arms, weeping tears of joy.

Some laughed loudly, some cried bitterly, releasing the despair, suppression, and fear that had accumulated in their Bloodline for thousands of years.

At this moment, it all poured out!

Meng Tian’s burly figure trembled violently on the city wall.

His tiger-like eyes, which had witnessed too much life and death, were now blurry with tears.

He looked at the figure emerging from the fissure, at the slowly healing scar in the sky, and the last trace of doubt in his heart completely vanished.

They won.

They really won.

This Demon Abyss Fissure, which had plagued the Meng Family for thousands of years and devoured countless heroic souls of their ancestors, this terrifying demon tide that could destroy the entire Northern Plains, was actually completely quelled by Lord Divine General, single-handedly!

What Divine Might this was!

What great power this was!

Without a moment's hesitation, he forcefully pushed aside the deputy general beside him and descended the city wall.

Then, under the fervent and worshipful gazes of thousands of Demon Suppressing Army soldiers and all the common people in the city, he knelt on one knee before the figure suspended in mid-air!

He used all his strength to let out the most respectful and hoarse roar of his life.

“Your subordinate Meng Tian, with all the soldiers and civilians of Demon Suppressing City!”

“Greetings, Lord Divine General!”

“May Lord Divine General live forever!”

“Crash—”

As Meng Tian knelt, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians on the city walls and within the city all knelt down!

“Greetings, Lord Divine General!”

“May Lord Divine General live forever!”

The shouts, like a mountain tsunami, converged into an earth-shattering wave of sound, echoing for a long time across the desolate Northern Plains ice field!

At this moment, in their eyes, Shen Yuanmo was no longer just a Divine General of the Immortal Dynasty.

He was a living deity who had saved them and the entire Northern Plains!

“Rise.”

Shen Yuanmo's figure flickered, and he appeared before Meng Tian.

He didn't release any pressure; he simply spoke calmly, and an invisible, gentle force lifted Meng Tian and the tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians behind him.

“Lord... Lord Divine General, you...”

Meng Tian stood up, looking at Shen Yuanmo who was so close, too excited to speak coherently.

He could clearly feel that the pressure emanating from Shen Yuanmo was now more than ten times stronger than before!

This was the true Soul Transformation Realm!

This Lord Divine General had actually achieved a Breakthrough during the battle within the Demon Abyss Fissure!

“It was merely a small effort,” Shen Yuanmo said indifferently.

He looked at the old general who had guarded the frontier for a thousand years, at the genuine excitement and awe on his weather-beaten face.

A trace of true respect arose in his heart.

He casually flipped his hand, and a blank Jade Slip appeared in his palm.

Shen Yuanmo immersed his Divine Sense into it, using his Heaven-Defying Comprehension Ability to rapidly deduce and create, combining his understanding of the Laws of this special Northern Plains region with the Meng Family's crude Evil Qi Cultivation Technique.

In just a dozen breaths of time,

A brand new, top-tier Cultivation Technique was created by him, one that would allow these Demon Suppressing Army soldiers to perfectly Cultivate using the mixed Evil Qi and sparse Spiritual Qi of this place, without any side effects.

Although this Cultivation Technique couldn't compare to the Immortal Scriptures he left for his Family,

Its Rank was comparable to any top aristocratic Family's ancestral Cultivation Technique!

He handed this Jade Slip, which contained the new Cultivation Technique, to Meng Tian.

“General Meng, although the Devilish Qi here has been quelled, the Evil Qi is still dense. This Jade Slip contains a Cultivation Technique I casually improved; it should allow the Demon Suppressing Army’s strength to increase by several Ranks within a hundred years.”

“This... how can this be!”

Meng Tian looked at the Jade Slip, which emitted a faint glow, his hands trembling. For a moment, he dared not accept it.

Shen Yuanmo had already saved all their lives; such a monumental kindness could not be repaid even if they were to be ground to dust.

How could they now dare to covet such a supreme Immortal Art?

“Take it,” Shen Yuanmo’s tone was beyond doubt. “We Cultivators of our generation must strive for self-improvement. It is ultimately yourselves who guard this world, not any single individual.”

“I...”

Meng Tian's eyes reddened again. He nodded heavily, and with trembling hands,

Respectfully accepted the Jade Slip, which in his eyes, was ten thousand times more precious than his own life.

“Your subordinate... on behalf of the billions of beings in Northern Plains, thanks Lord Divine General for bestowing this method!”

Having done all this, Shen Yuanmo did not linger.

He rejected Meng Tian’s proposal to hold a celebration for him, or even to erect a statue of him there to be worshipped for generations.

“General Meng, I have important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave.”

“Lord Divine General, are you leaving already?” Meng Tian was stunned, his face filled with reluctance.

“You have recreated Northern Plains; please accept my bow, and allow me to...”

“No need.”

Shen Yuanmo waved his hand, interrupting him.

He glanced at the lonely city that had stood for a thousand years in the wind and snow, and at the soldiers who were filled with fervent admiration for him.

Then, his figure silently faded away, vanishing without a trace.

Only a sentence gently echoed in Meng Tian’s ears.

“If one day this world faces hardship, I hope General can guard this northern gateway for our Human Race.”

Meng Tian stood rooted to the spot, and only after a long while did he come back to his senses.

He bowed deeply once more in the direction where Shen Yuanmo had disappeared.

“Your subordinate, respectfully obeys Lord Divine General’s decree!”

...Above the Nine Heavens, the sea of clouds churned.

Shen Yuanmo stood on the clouds, overlooking the Northern Plains land below that was slowly recovering from its deathly stillness.

However, there was no joy in his heart from having quelled a great calamity.

In his mind, the segment of memory he had obtained from the Void Return Demon Core, filled with tragedy and despair, kept replaying.

That terrifying, indescribable giant maw that had devoured the entire Ancient Demon Realm.

That perilous dark forest known as the “Tianyuan Star Domain”.

“Soul Transformation is still far from enough...”

Shen Yuanmo slowly clenched his fist, feeling the vast magical power surging like rivers and seas within his body, yet there was no trace of complacency in his eyes.

Before those terrifying existences that could easily devour a Major Thousand Worlds, his current cultivation was probably less than a speck of dust.

“I must Break through as soon as possible to the Void Return Realm, where I can traverse the Void Realm with my Physical Body and roam the Star Domain!”

Only by reaching that Realm would he truly possess the qualification to leave the Chiming Realm and venture into that broader world!

And only then would he possess the power to protect his Family and clan from the world-ending crisis that might descend in the future!

His gaze became incredibly resolute.

His Divine Sense sank into his mind, and the enormous, incomplete Star Map unfurled once again with a roar.

His gaze swept over the Ancient Demon Realm, over the Chiming Realm, and finally landed on the distant end of the Star Domain.

That brilliant sphere of light, radiating infinite Spiritual Light, marked as the Spirit Realm.

Go there!

He must go there!

Only in such a higher-level world could he increase his cultivation at the fastest speed!

Shen Yuanmo no longer hesitated.

He identified the direction, no longer returning to Southern Border or the Divine Capital of Central Plains, but following the vague star path indicated on the Star Map, he transformed into a streak of light tearing through the sea of clouds, speeding towards the direction on Tianyuan Continent where Spiritual Qi was most active and where clues related to the outer world were most likely to exist!

His next stop—

Eastern Wasteland, Buried Immortal Sea!