The battlefield was a scene of utter chaos. When Lord Jun Yang led the Blazing Flame Legion to the site, Evan Chu—already restored to his peak—stood there radiating early Saint Lord Realm aura. Jun Yang could hardly believe his eyes: a mere early Saint Lord, yet Evan’s presence actually stirred his own battle intent. In this instant, Jun Yang felt Evan truly possessed the strength to stand as his equal!
Of course, this feeling was just an illusion. Jun Yang was no ordinary Saint Venerable—his talent and battle prowess also let him fight far above his level, though not as monstrously as Evan Chu.
But even so, it was clear: against ordinary Saint Venerables, Evan Chu could now fight head-on—and even had a real chance to kill them! Of course, if the opponent had fused with a star, that was another story entirely.
In the Star‑River Dominion, whether or not one had fused with a star truly decided life and death.
“Lin Feng, you really shocked me! Hahaha!”
“I’m sorry, my lord. The mission failed—the vanguard now has fewer than ten survivors. As their squad leader, I can’t escape blame. But I have already slain the three sects’ guardian elders and the Blood-Demon Patriarch, avenging our fallen brothers.”
Evan Chu bowed deeply. His words made every officer and soldier of the Blazing Flame Legion jolt with excitement—he had slain the three sects’ guardian elders? And the Blood-Demon Patriarch? Those were all top experts at early or even mid Saint Venerable Realm!
Even without star fusion, these weren’t people a late-stage Saint could just kill. Otherwise, the Blazing Flame Legion would have conquered this star region long ago.
But in the next moment, everyone realized: this Evan Chu, who had only just joined the Frostbane Dynasty and fought his first battle with the Blazing Flame Legion, was now already at early Saint Lord Realm. His speed of advancement rivaled the legendary First Person of Frostbane!
Everyone understood—coming from a mere small world, growing to this level, and even gaining the power to kill ordinary Saint Venerables, that was a journey of countless years.
In the Star-River Sacred Domain, time is the cheapest commodity. Any cultivator, regardless of realm, can live for ages, and once you reach the Saint Venerable Realm, you’re practically immortal—unless someone cuts you down, you’ll keep surviving, who knows for how long.
But in this fiercely competitive Star-River, nobody can truly stand outside the struggle. The weak are always slaughtered; only the strong get to coexist with heaven and earth.
“Good! You really surprised me—just as you’re starting to shine, you’re already this dazzling. But don’t blame yourself. The vanguard was wiped out because those damned bastards ambushed us. Don’t worry, we’ll rally our strength and fight them head-on. We’ll wash away this humiliation and hatred with blood.”
Jun Yang clapped Evan’s shoulder with satisfaction, as if he saw the shadow of his younger self in Evan Lin.
He’d always been hailed as Frostbane Dynasty’s greatest young genius in ten thousand years, but compared to Evan Lin now, he was more than a step behind.
So Jun Yang became more and more convinced: in the future, Evan Lin would be the one to truly lead Frostbane to rise, and he himself would follow Evan to the very end. Right now, Evan just needed time to grow.
As he’d said before—time is the least valuable thing in the Star-River Sacred Domain.
But Jun Yang still didn’t know that Evan Lin carried another heavy burden: to break through to the Sacred Emperor Realm, the Ninefold Sacred Emperor had only given him ten thousand years.
“Lord Throne, what do we do now? You already know we’re surrounded—this is probably a trap. Why are we still charging straight into enemy territory? Isn’t that way too dangerous?”
“Doesn’t matter! Who told you to be even fiercer than me? The Blazing Flame Legion is Frostbane’s ace army. There’s no way I’ll let you steal all the glory!”