In the north of Huaxia, there lies a colossal fortress. Its towering walls stand resolute against the ground, behind which countless cities stretch. The walls guard these cities, while before them, black clouds and miasma stain the sky and earth. At the heart of the city, within the central main city, simple buildings and houses stand. Inside a room, four youths huddle, engaged in constant discussion.
Above the city walls, a vortex appears, and from it emerges a figure. The young man senses the surrounding aura, his brow furrowed. Indeed, it is the aura of the Evil Spirit race, and its intensity is unusual, indicating the presence of an Evil General. Chen Tian's expression turns grim. His figure dissolves into mist and vanishes.
Within the house, a young man slams his hand on a table, reducing it to dust. He exclaims, "What do we do? Our manpower and combat strength are far too mismatched now. Even if the four of us combine our strength, we are no match for their leading general. It's terrifying."
"What else can we do but hold on? Reinforcements have been dispatched from above, and it's a response from 'that person.' 'That person' will not let us down."
"That person?"
"Then we shall wait a while longer!"
As the four were conversing, the door was violently kicked open, and two guards were flung before them. One of the youths asks, "How dare you! Who are you? Entry is forbidden here. Leave at once!"
The four prepare for battle. Chen Tian's figure appears before them. Chen Tian says, "My apologies! I am here to help, but your guards apparently do not believe me and would not let me in, so I had to take action to teach them a lesson."
After saying this, Chen Tian's gaze turns cold as he stares at one of the guards, but he makes no move. One of the youths steps forward and immediately asks, "Who are you, sir? Entry is forbidden here, and we are currently in a meeting. Please leave, or do not blame us for taking action."
Qingyun and Chen Tian exchange glances. Qingyun senses that Chen Tian's strength surpasses his own. It is best not to provoke a martial artist of unknown origin, especially during wartime. Chen Tian casually picks at his ear and says dismissively, "Are you four the leaders? No wonder the north is at a disadvantage. Too weak, not his opponent at all."
"You brat, you...!"
Qingyun extends an arm, stopping someone behind him who is angered. As the strongest martial artist and leader here, Qingyun faces Chen Tian's words and asks, "May I ask who you are?"
"I am here to help, having received a request from the other side. If you don't believe me, you can make a call to verify."
Chen Tian waves his hand, about to enter the house. However, these two guards stubbornly refuse to let him in. He has already stated his purpose, but they do not believe him. Chen Tian has no choice but to resort to force. He senses that there is something amiss with these two guards, and one more. Chen Tian does not wish to deal with them for now.
Qingyun does not doubt him. He believes Chen Tian and immediately makes a phone call. When the call connects, Qingyun whispers a few words into the receiver. The moment the call ends, Qingyun bows deeply. "Greetings, sir. I apologize for my earlier disrespect. May I ask who your friend is?"
"Qingyun, could it be that he is the helper sent by 'that person'?"
"Yes."
"But but but, he's still a child! How powerful can he be!"
Qingyun remains silent amidst the inquiries of the others. Internally, he is also shocked, for 'that person' had told him that as long as Chen Tian is present, all the Evil Spirit race in the north will be eliminated. Chen Tian's strength is even greater than his own.
Given that it came from the lips of 'that person,' Qingyun has no choice but to believe. After all, 'that person' is a supreme existence in Huaxia!
Chen Tian's figure suddenly appears. With a sweep of his arm, the damaged door is repaired and sealed. Chen Tian approaches a guard and says, "Are you still going to hide? Do you need me to drag you out?"
"Sir, what are you talking about? I don't understand!"
The guard's tone and demeanor are filled with terror. Chen Tian's eyes flash with killing intent. His hands glow with a nine-colored light, which he places on the guard's head. He pulls upwards, and a dark figure is yanked out from within the guard's body.
The moment the dark figure appears, Chen Tian says, "Possession. Did you think I couldn't see through it?"
The figure of Xie Kong solidifies, looking at Chen Tian with a familiar face and aura. Xie Kong says, "I didn't expect you to come here personally. Are you not going to manage things over there?"
"Damn it, this guy is a spy! No wonder all our previous battle plans failed."
Qingyun and the other three stare at the dead body. This guard was actually a spy for the Evil Spirit race. Damn it!
Xie Kong surveys the surroundings. Black energy flows and engulfs the entire room, reducing everything within to ashes. A black space envelops everyone. Xie Kong unleashes his aura, instantly causing Qingyun and the others to lose consciousness. Xie Kong's aura is too powerful for them to resist.
If they were to attack, they would be throwing their lives away. Xie Kong laughs heartily, "As long as I kill you, our invasion will have no obstacles. Die!"
Xie Kong knows that Chen Tian can only use half of his power and has not fully awakened. Xie Kong believes he has every chance of killing Chen Tian.
Chen Tian appears calm, but beneath the surface, a storm is brewing. Xie Kong's figure passes through Chen Tian. With a bang, Xie Kong explodes. Chen Tian casually pats his right shoulder with his left hand and says disdainfully, "With such strength, even if I only had 10% of my power, you would still be no match for me. You're just asking for death."
Xie Kong's figure shatters, and space returns to normal. Chen Tian's eyes narrow. Everything in the room is intact. Qingyun and the others stare with wide eyes, as if they've seen a ghost. This, this, this...!
They are speechless. An enemy even more powerful than them has been dealt with by this sir without him lifting a finger. It's too terrifying.
Gulp, gulp, the sound of swallowing echoes. Chen Tian's voice breaks the silence.
"From now on, I will be in command here. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes! Yes! Sir, how would we dare to object!"
"Lietian, go and rally all the martial artists. You handle the cultivators from Fengtian."
Qingyun issues the orders, and two figures disappear from the room. Chen Tian's figure moves to Qingyun's side and begins to inquire about the recent situation.
After a period of understanding, Chen Tian grasps the current situation. Among the four leaders – Qingyun, Lietian, Fengtian, and Lingxin – three are Huaxia martial artists. Fengtian represents the Fengmie Sect. Three hundred cultivators have arrived, while the number of Huaxia martial artists reaches six hundred. Combined, they are nine hundred strong, their power comparable to an army of a thousand.
However, the Evil Spirit race seems to be endless. They have held out for over ten days, and now only eight hundred remain, all recuperating from injuries. Chen Tian understands the characteristics of the Evil Spirit race, coupled with the plains and mountains outside the city walls. It is estimated that all the living beings inside have become Evil Spirit creatures. Add to that the deceased and the assimilated auras, and the number of the Evil Spirit race is essentially limitless.
Lietian and Fengtian appear in the room. Both say in unison, "Report, sir, mobilization is complete!"
Chen Tian says nothing, looking at the map before him and the formations, lost in thought. The Evil Spirit race numbers over ten thousand. With only a few hundred people, annihilation is impossible. A flash of inspiration strikes Chen Tian. He waves his hand, and two bulging bags appear in Fengtian's and Lietian's hands. Chen Tian says, "Lietian, the specially made communicators in your hand, one for each person. I will direct your battle later. Fengtian, you cultivators can transmit thoughts, so you won't need these. I will transmit instructions to you then, and you will command the others."
"In the bags are spiritual herbs and elixirs. Lietian, the bag in your hand also contains healing potions. Go down and have them tend to their injuries. There will be a fierce battle ahead."
"Understood."
"Yes."
Fengtian is astonished but asks no further questions. The ability to transmit thoughts is exclusive to cultivators. And from the intent of this sir, it seems he also possesses this ability. How is that possible? Is he also a cultivator? But his origin is human, there's no mistaking that. There's no sense of spiritual energy at all.
As the two depart, Chen Tian points to a location on the map and asks Qingyun, "Qingyun, is this terrain suitable for an O-shaped formation?"
Qingyun looks at the spot Chen Tian indicates and ponders for a moment before replying, "It is suitable, but the O-shape in this terrain is not complete. This place is called Broken Valley. The surrounding areas are depressions, making it impossible to form a complete encirclement."
Chen Tian nods, then leans close to Qingyun's ear and whispers a few words. Qingyun disappears from the room. Lingxin, a mature woman, feels no discomfort or aversion, nor excessive respect towards this sir. Chen Tian looks at Lingxin, and his Divine Eye opens, information appearing in his mind.
So that's how it is!
Chen Tian sighs inwardly. This person is actually a node. No wonder she is here. But Chen Tian recalls that there were no nodes or seals in the north. What then is Lingxin's purpose?
Every living being has meaning. Different people bear different sins, different responsibilities, different burdens. It can be said that humans, living in the world, have things they must accomplish, which is the meaning of their existence. So, what is Lingxin's meaning?
She is a node but without a seal. This is very peculiar. Lingxin is also a northern node. The information cannot be wrong. Chen Tian remembers that no seals were set up in the north back then.
"No, wait. In the northern part of the Divine Realm, there are nodes. Could she...!"
Chen Tian speculates, but the probability of this speculation is ninety percent. Lingxin feels uncomfortable under Chen Tian's gaze and angrily retorts, "Have you seen enough?"
Chen Tian stops staring, realizing he has lost his composure. Just then, an alarm blares throughout the city walls and the city. Lingxin exclaims, "Not good! The Evil Spirit race has begun their attack! Damn it, at this time, they should usually be adjusting and resting. Why are they attacking so early today?"
"It's because I am here. Xie Kong must have transmitted my information before he died. That's why the Evil Spirit race is acting like this."
"An Evil General? I wonder how much of his strength he has recovered. Can he let me get familiar with my power?"
Chen Tian gazes towards the front of the rooftop, several kilometers away, outside the city walls. The ground trembles, the sky is shrouded in dark shadows, and thunderous roars echo through the clouds.
Chen Tian's figure transforms into a beam of light and vanishes, reappearing on the city walls. On the city walls, Lietian and Fengtian respectfully ask, "Sir, what should we do next?"
"Listen to my command. I will be directing from the main city. Qingyun, you must try to stall for time. As for the person behind this army, I will deal with them."
When two armies clash, it's soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king. If the Evil General does not appear, Chen Tian will not act. This is a rule that applies everywhere.
Lingxin's figure appears on the city walls. Chen Tian waves his hand, and Lingxin's figure vanishes. Within the room, Lingxin exclaims in her heart, "What?"
Why is she back here? What's going on? Chen Tian stands beside Lingxin and says, "You cannot go out to fight. Nothing must happen to you."
"Why?"
Lingxin's face is filled with anger. Chen Tian offers no explanation. If anything were to happen to Lingxin, dealing with it would be far more complicated than just the Evil Spirit race. Chen Tian waves his hand, and a barrier appears around Lingxin, enclosing her.
Chen Tian says, "Stop struggling. This is a spiritual energy barrier. You are not a cultivator, so you cannot break it. You are forbidden from participating in the battle. This is an order."
Chen Tian swipes his left hand, and a screen appears above the room, above the city walls. It's like a holographic projection, with a clear picture before their eyes.