Chen Tian walked on the city streets when his phone suddenly pinged with a location. "It's here," he exclaimed, "but isn't this the center of the country?"
With a sweep of his hands, a spatial rift appeared before him. Chen Tian's power had reached 10%, and he had recovered some of his memories. He then stepped into the rift.
The space closed instantly, and Chen Tian vanished from the street.
In the capital city, at the heart of this metropolis, countless martial artists were gathered, entering the swirling vortex before them. Guards maintained order, and as the martial artists streamed in, the space above the capital fractured, and colossal spatial turbulences echoed across the entire city.
All the martial artists gazed at the sky. "Another Martial God-level being," one marveled, "Heavens!"
"Spatial traversal, this is a technique only Martial Gods can use. But on Earth, there are only a handful of Martial Gods, aren't there?"
"Indeed! Who could it be?"
"Whoever it is, they must be an expert!"
Then, a figure slowly emerged from the spatial distortion. Chen Tian appeared above the sky and, walking on air, gradually descended towards the center of the capital city.
The countless martial artists stared at the young man before them, stunned. He was so young! They were all filled with awe.
Before Chen Tian could even touch the ground, five or six figures suddenly appeared in front of him. Chen Tian looked at them and said, "I didn't expect you all to be here. What a narrow road for enemies."
"Hmph! Chen Tian, you've crossed the line. You promised the family you wouldn't return to the capital. Now you've broken that vow."
The young man spoke slowly. Chen Tian scoffed, "I agreed to that vow because I feared you. But do I fear you now?"
"Heh heh! Just a discarded son of the Chen family. What makes you so arrogant? Today, we will carry out the mission from four years ago and kill you here."
"Hahaha! Chen Long, do you think you are still my match with just you lot? Can't you see my strength?"
Chen Long sneered, "Whoever believes you has the strength of a Martial God. Perhaps you're just bluffing? How old are you to be at the Martial God realm? I don't believe it, and neither do the people below."
Chen Tian shook his head. "Since you seek death, I shall grant it. The revenge from four years ago must be settled. If you manage to survive, tell the Chen family that Chen Tian will pay them a visit."
"You won't have the chance. Attack!"
Countless young men from the Chen family simultaneously charged towards Chen Tian, their auras all at the Grandmaster level. Four or five figures surrounded Chen Tian.
Chen Tian slowly snapped his fingers. The surrounding time and space seemed to pause for a moment, and then Chen Long and his companions exploded.
Chen Tian snapped his fingers again. Instantly, time and space flowed again. By the time everyone recovered, before they could even spectate, only Chen Tian remained in the sky. Chen Tian slowly landed.
The surrounding martial artists cleared a space, afraid to provoke Chen Tian. They didn't know his origins, but they knew he was someone not to be trifled with – a Martial God. Were they looking to die?
Then, a vortex slowly appeared in the city, and a voice boomed, "Who is this Martial God who dares to act in the capital?"
A robust man appeared before Chen Tian. From the crowd, someone exclaimed, "It's the Fist Saint!"
Chen Tian looked at the man before him. A robust man with a dark complexion, rippling muscles, and wearing a white robe, he gave Chen Tian the impression of not being from this country.
Chen Tian said, "It is I. Do you have a problem?"
"Hm? You? A little brat? Stop fooling around here. Where is the Martial God? Little Fist Saint awaits!"
Qing Long looked excited, but his words were met with silence from the surroundings.
Chen Tian ignored Qing Long and was about to step forward when Qing Long blocked his path. "Little fellow, this place is not suitable for a mortal like you. Leave quickly!"
Chen Tian was stunned. Mortal? Heh, he was the Lord of another world, and here he was called a mortal. Chen Tian then said, "What if I insist on entering?"
"Then you'll have to see if you can withstand my fist."
Qing Long slowly clenched his fist. Chen Tian said nothing, but his eyes suddenly opened wide. Qing Long felt his entire body as if it were imprisoned by space, and then he exclaimed in panic, "You're a Martial God? How is that possible? How can there be such a young Martial God!"
Chen Tian relaxed his gaze and said, "Now, do I have the qualifications?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Esteemed Martial God, please enter!"
Qing Long dared not delay any longer. This was a Martial God, someone who could turn the tide of battle!
Chen Tian's figure then slowly stepped into the vortex, and Qing Long followed closely behind. As Chen Tian entered the vortex, he was astonished by the sight before him.
A colossal fortress city stood behind the entire Earth, surrounded by the vastness of space. Chen Tian could hardly believe his eyes. In front of the fortress lay a vast planet-like plain. As Chen Tian looked towards the distant plain, a familiar aura emanated, and he scowled. "Has the wormhole connection only opened 1%? The aura of the evil spirits has already seeped in."
"Kid, who are you? This is a national key area. Leave immediately! Mortals are forbidden from entering."
Soldiers surrounded Chen Tian. Qing Long appeared behind him and said, "Stand down!"
"Yes! Esteemed Fist Saint!"
The soldiers immediately withdrew. Chen Tian asked, "Where is the meeting taking place now?"
"Esteemed Martial God, the meeting is currently in the conference room. I will take you there now. This way, please."
Qing Long led Chen Tian towards the center of the fortress. The center of the fortress contained numerous buildings, which were residences for martial artists. Chen Tian learned that five years ago, this fortress was constructed because mysterious alien planets and strange beings were attempting to invade Earth. Thus, the nations created this colossal fortress, and martial artists gathered here to defend Earth. Cultivators also joined the effort.
Chen Tian and his group were stationed at the eastern fortress, while the main battles took place at the northern fortress. Chen Tian indicated he understood and followed Qing Long towards the conference center.
"Chen Tian, you've arrived!"
A voice appeared beside Chen Tian. Chen Tian looked at Lin Xue and asked, "Where is your grandfather?"
"My grandfather is in seclusion for his breakthrough, so he couldn't come here. I represent the Lin family. Chen Tian, what about Qing Ling? Isn't she coming?"
Lin Xue looked at the empty space beside Chen Tian and asked with confusion. In Lin Xue's mind, Qing Ling was a cultivator no less powerful than Chen Tian. Why wasn't she present for such an important event?
Chen Tian replied, "My sister has matters to attend to at home and cannot come. I am enough on my own."
"Esteemed Martial God, do you know each other?"
Chen Tian nodded, then waved his hand. "Lin Xue, I have matters to attend to in the conference room. See you later! Let's go!"
"Alright! This way!"
Lin Xue stared at Chen Tian as he left, stunned. That was the Fist Saint just now. What did the Fist Saint just say? Martial God? My heavens! Chen Tian is a Martial God. This... this is unbelievable.
How old is Chen Tian? He looks only eighteen or nineteen. Martial God, the pinnacle of all martial artists. Chen Tian has reached it at such a young age.
"It seems Grandpa was right. Chen Tian's strength is beyond our imagination."
Lin Xue slowly entered the building. Soon, Chen Tian, led by Qing Long, arrived before a chamber. The door slowly opened, revealing eight martial artists seated inside, with one figure standing at the center.
Everyone present were the strongest martial artists and cultivation representatives from various countries, the apex beings of the world. The Fist Saint bowed, "Everyone, I have brought the Martial God."
"Good, good! Another Martial God has arrived. I wonder who it is, as all the Martial Gods we know of from our respective countries are already here. Who is it? Let me see!"
An elder stroked his long beard with a smiling face. The more Martial Gods there were, the more advantageous it was for the war effort.
The Fist Saint then stepped aside, and Chen Tian appeared before everyone. The figure standing in the center froze, murmuring, "Such a familiar face. It's as if I've seen them somewhere before."