Clad in star armor forged from three thousand low-grade Star Crystals, Chu Linfeng stood atop the strongest defensive city in the Pearl-Mountain Star-Region, gazing down at fifty thousand Dragon-Chen Legion soldiers drilling on the parade ground below. His heart was filled with emotion.
"In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed."
"Yeah, time flies. I’ve already reached peak late Saint Lord Realm."
Violet Thunder glanced at Chu Linfeng, curled his lip, and said helplessly.
"Oh? Peak late Saint Lord is impressive, huh? Come on, let’s spar."
"Get lost! You’re a monster—I’d rather go fight Old Goldwing for three hundred rounds!"
"Ha! You’re scared!"
Violet Thunder ignored Chu Linfeng completely. Who wouldn’t be scared? Even Lance Li and Nathan Yates have been beaten into fear by him!
A hundred years had passed, yet Evan Chu was still at mid-stage Saint Lord Realm. His aura was nearly at mid-peak, but there hadn’t been any other changes.
But if you thought he was weak, you’d be dead wrong!
Of course, Evan Chu hadn’t been idle these hundred years. Thanks to Chu Lintian, his unique second lifeform, his understanding of Stellar Power had become monstrous.
Moreover, the insights from his second Heavenly-Dao Witnessing fused into his Wind and Thunder Elemental Laws. Whenever he unleashed thunder or wind techniques, even Saint Venerables had to steer clear.
And after a century of war, the Dragon-Chen Legion had amassed a terrifying fortune in stars, Starstones, and Star Crystals. Likewise, countless Star Souls had been stripped and refined into Chu Lintian’s body.
At this moment, Chu Lintian truly possessed mid-stage Saint Venerable cultivation. So would anyone really think Evan Chu was weaker than Chu Lintian? If so, that person was a complete idiot!
Because in these last three years, Evan Chu had challenged Nathan Yates and Lance Li countless times.
Lance Li thought that after breaking through to peak late Saint Venerable, he could at least fight Evan Chu to a draw. But reality proved he was way too naive—after all those battles, he’d never stopped getting utterly crushed, and Chu Lintian hadn’t even intervened once.
Nathan Yates was the same—he was just another sparring target. But the lucky part was, after each training session, both of them learned a ton of secrets about using Stellar Power from Evan Chu’s battle intuition.
Once they realized this, Nathan Yates and Lance Li basically started begging for more training abuse. "Come on, thrash me!"
But after a while, nobody could take that kind of abuse forever—especially with a hundred thousand brothers watching. Talk about humiliating!
Finally, the great war in the southeastern Star-River Dominion erupted in full. Everyone entered battle-ready mode, and Evan Chu hurriedly ended his last closed-door cultivation, donned his star armor, and took his place at the head of the Dragon-Chen Legion.
Thirty thousand troops garrisoned Pearl-Mountain Star-Region, while seventy thousand elite soldiers had already assembled for the campaign. Naturally, Evan Chu held the Legion Throne, with Nathan Yates as deputy Throne.
The seventy thousand were split into three divisions: ten thousand vanguard, forty thousand main force, and twenty thousand reserves.
The main force was commanded by Lance Li, while the vanguard was led by Nathan Yates’s exceptionally gifted nephew, Nathan Star. A century ago, Nathan Star was already at peak late Saint Realm, but now he’d reached peak late Saint Lord. After countless rounds of training from Evan Chu, his battle prowess was truly terrifying.
With Old Goldwing and Shadow joining the vanguard, these three together once slew a mid-stage Saint Venerable in a battle forty-seven years ago.
From then on, the three became the invincible Golden Iron Triangle—nobody could stand against the vanguard.
The last division of twenty thousand was led by Violet Thunder. But this force had a special group... cough, Evan Chu’s harem detachment.
Violet Thunder was driven half-crazy, serving more than twenty sisters-in-law every day, terrified of making a single mistake.
The toughest among them were Serena Hua, Roxanne Lin, Yvonne Xuan, and Elena Rainveil. With their immense talent and relentless cultivation, they’d all reached peak late Saint Lord—top among all the women.
But the most terrifying was Macy Mei. Normally low-profile, she’d suddenly caused a huge stir recently—Nathan Yates and Lance Li were shocked. It was the sign she was about to break through to Saint Venerable!
Inside the command tent sat Evan Chu, Chu Lintian, Nathan Yates, Lance Li, Violet Thunder, Nathan Star, Old Goldwing, and Shadow.
"Everyone, share your thoughts. How should our Dragon-Chen Legion fight this war?"
Nathan Star was the first to step forward and said, "This isn’t a war between just one or two dynasties—there are a hundred and thirty-seven dynasties from the southeastern Star-River Dominion all joining in. It’s a full-scale dynasty melee, massive in scope. We need to look at the long-term and prepare for a protracted campaign.
In my estimation, this war won’t end anytime soon—at least not for the next three hundred years."
Lance Li immediately chimed in, "That’s right, this war is going to drag on for ages. The situation may be chaotic, but the broad outlines are clear enough.
Among the hundred-plus dynasties, Phantom-Star, Rivengrace, and Frostbane are the three main powers. The goal of this war is to decide who will truly dominate this star-region. The dynasties will be reshuffled and resources redistributed.
Imagine, if Frostbane wins in the end, we’ll be able to reap a ton of rewards. Right now, I’ll say it outright: as a single legion, Dragon-Chen is absolutely invincible in this star-region. Even if we face another one, I’m confident we can handle it."
Evan Chu nodded in agreement—both of them were right.
This time, Frostbane, Phantom-Star, and Rivengrace have been clashing for a century, and now the conflict is about to erupt into a full-scale war.
And this war will finally decide who the true overlord of the star-region is.
But Evan Chu doesn’t care about any of that. What he wants is to use this chaos to make Dragon-Chen Legion even stronger, to absorb all the battlefield resources. Whether Frostbane becomes the hegemon or not, Dragon-Chen must be absolutely invincible in this star-region.
"Frostbane ordered us to watch the southwestern sector and keep an eye on the Pearlstream, Skycrest, Duskmire, Extinction, and Xuanyu Legions. These legions aren’t top-tier, but they’re far from weak. This won’t be an easy fight.
Dragon-Chen may be strong, but we can’t afford to make enemies of too many dynasties at once. Let’s hear everyone’s opinions on how to handle this situation."
This time, Nathan Star stepped forward and said with a grin, "Hey! These dynasties have bases closest to us—they’ve been our old rivals for years. Frostbane really is throwing us to the wolves, making us face five dynasties and over a million enemy troops at once. Are they testing us, or just probing our true strength?"
"That’s none of our damn business! You brat, if you’ve got something to say, say it properly—how are we supposed to fight this war?"
Nathan promptly gave his nephew a swift kick, and the kid immediately quieted down.
These days, he kept calling himself the Throne’s chief disciple, leaving Nathan speechless—maybe it was time to teach him a lesson and knock him down a peg.