Ten days later, above the Frostbane Dynasty’s star-region base, a vast army riding thousands of the most advanced star-boats and warships appeared in the sky.
Alarm bells blared as the Mystic Ice Legion, the last to guard Frostbane, rapidly assembled. Among the four Temple Masters, Trenton Zhan led his personal guard to the scene.
Currently, at Frostbane’s base, all four legions are stationed outside. The Blazing-Flame and Mad-Blade Legions have gone to campaign in Monroe’s former star-region and haven’t yet returned, so only Mystic Ice is present.
The defenses weren’t exactly empty, but seeing such a formidable force approaching, everyone was on high alert. In an instant, three Holy Emperor-level powerhouses were alarmed!
“Who goes there? Which dynasty’s legion is this? Judging by their appearance... they don’t look weak at all!”
“There must be at least thirty thousand troops, and every soldier’s aura is fierce—they’re all elite warriors!”
“The leader’s cultivation is at mid Saint Lord—his power is terrifying, almost on par with the Skywing Throne!”
Several deputy commanders spoke up. Mystic Ice’s frown deepened; his own forces numbered just over thirty thousand. Judging by the situation, both sides were evenly matched, but if the enemy had several peak Holy Emperor-level powerhouses, then if war broke out... Even he didn’t have the confidence to face them head-on.
Even he didn’t have the confidence to face them head-on!
“They have no battle banner or insignia, but all those star-boats and warships are top-tier—must be products from the Star Treasure Pavilion.”
“Star Treasure Pavilion? Throne, that’s the number one auction house in the Star-River Sacred Domain. Their star-boats and warships are powerful but expensive—even our Mystic Ice Legion can’t afford so many top-tier vessels. Just who is this army?”
“Enough questions—prepare for battle!”
Whoosh!
The defensive barrier over Frostbane’s base snapped up instantly, while outside the star-region, Evan Lin glared.
“What’s this? Not letting me come home?” Evan Lin muttered, a bitter smile spreading across his face. With this kind of formation, how could Mystic Ice possibly line up a welcoming parade?
Suddenly realizing something, Evan Lin gave a bitter smile. With this kind of formation, how could Mystic Ice possibly line up a welcoming parade?
With a flicker, Evan Lin stood atop Old Goldwing’s back, appearing above the base.
“Mystic Ice Throne, relax—it’s me, I’m back.”
“Commander Chu?”
“Evan Lin!”
“It’s him... it’s really him!”
Such a powerful elite legion—if Frostbane Dynasty didn’t want them, any other dynasty would. And right now, with Rivengrace Dynasty, Phantom-Star Dynasty, and Frostbane Dynasty all vying for supremacy, this was no time for trouble!
Nightdream Ye glanced at Trenton Zhan, Kade Xing, and Magnus Liao, then said,
“In that case, I’ll state my position: I support founding the Eighth Legion, naming it Dragon-Chen, and appointing Evan Lin as its Throne.”
But what’s he doing here now, and where did all those people behind him come from?
“Evan Lin, what’s... going on? Who are all these people?”
(Finally fixed it—so damn frustrating!)
Three hours later, in the main hall of Frostbane Dynasty, Evan Lin spoke at length, recounting how he threw three foreign legions into chaos, incited battles, sowed discord among Nathan Yates and finally recruited him, then seized the star-region and claimed it as his own.
He went on to describe how he reformed Nathan Yates’s forces, mined starstone treasures, expanded his territory, and on the way back, conquered several promising small star-regions and wiped out a number of sects and clans.
Listening to Evan Lin’s tale, the four Temple Masters and Mystic Ice Throne could hardly believe it—it sounded like pure fantasy. Was this really all done by just Evan Lin?
They might not believe it, but the Heavenly-Dao Mark doesn’t lie. Evan Lin had clearly fulfilled the military oath he’d sworn!
“It’s unbelievable...”
“Absolutely shocking...”
“Lin Feng, what are you planning now? You came back with thirty thousand troops—not just to tell us how you conquered Pearl-Mountain, right? If I’m not mistaken, you wanted us to see your army’s strength for another reason.”
Nightdream Ye glanced at Evan Lin, both shocked and delighted, but also thinking ahead.
“As expected of Temple Master Ye. I do have something to ask of all of you—I need official recognition.”
“Recognition?”
Trenton Zhan didn’t understand, nor did Kade Xing. “What kind of recognition? Spell it out.”
“Heh, it’s simple.”
Evan Lin snapped his fingers and sent a message. Outside the hall, Nathan Yates led eight vice-generals and three commanders inside.
“Let me introduce a few: this is Nathan Yates, my subordinate, mid Saint Lord realm. These three are the chief commanders guarding Pearl-Mountain Star-Region—two are peak Saint Kings, one is early Saint Lord. The eight here are my vice-generals; the weakest among them is late Saint King. In our power system, Saint Kings and Saint Lords are high-ranking officers, and the Throne is the highest position, equivalent to a supreme commander.”
I’d say this force isn’t any weaker than Mystic Ice’s Mystic Ice Legion, right?”
After Evan Lin finished, Nightdream Ye’s eyes sparkled—she seemed to realize what Evan was planning.
“Truly impressive! My legion only numbers thirty thousand, but you command seventy thousand elites. If we’re comparing strength, I admit defeat.”
“Glad you all understand. So, I want formal recognition. From now on, Pearl-Mountain Star-Region is my personal stronghold, and my forces will continue to fight as Frostbane Dynasty’s Eighth Legion in the Star-River Sacred Domain.”
Therefore, I ask the four Temple Masters to name my legion ‘Dragon-Chen’ and grant us a command banner!”
When Evan Lin said this, the four Temple Masters and Mystic Ice were all shaken.
Evan Lin wants to found the Eighth Legion? Become Frostbane Dynasty’s eighth Throne? With just mid Saint Lord cultivation...
Not just Frostbane Dynasty—even other dynasties have never set such a precedent! Nightdream Ye began to waver. Should she allow it or not? If not, what reason could she give?
With Evan Lin’s strength and army, he truly qualifies for the Eighth Legion. In terms of pure soldier power, his seventy thousand elites are the dynasty’s top trump card!
If they allow it... a mid Saint King Throne, equal to the other seven Thrones—if word got out...
“Lin Feng, this needs discussion among the four Temple Masters and the Seven Thrones. We can’t rush the selection of an Eighth Legion’s Throne.
But don’t worry, naming it ‘Dragon-Chen Legion’ is absolutely right. As for who sits the Throne...
Nightdream Ye hesitated, unsure how to continue. He wanted to say that, even if an Eighth Legion is founded, Evan Lin isn’t the best candidate for Throne—Frostbane Dynasty has other powerful Saint Lords.
Hearing this, Nathan Yates was the first to object. Frostbane Dynasty? He didn’t care. To him, only Evan Lin mattered—it was Evan who gave him everything, not Frostbane.
So he stepped forward, looked the four Temple Masters and Mystic Ice in the eye, and said, “With Evan Lin, there is Dragon-Chen Legion. Without Evan Lin, there is no Eighth Legion.”
Nathan Yates knew the meaning behind ‘Dragon-Chen’: ‘Dragon’ for the Primordial Dragon, ‘Chen’ for his own name—Evan Lin’s promise and the first step forward!
The four Temple Masters were amazed at Nathan Yates’s attitude. What had Evan Lin done to earn such unwavering loyalty from a mid Saint Lord? In less than two years, he’d not only taken Pearl-Mountain Star-Region but also recruited a seventy-thousand-strong elite army!
A talent like this...
Just imagining it gave Nightdream Ye chills. He could sense it—the founding of the Eighth Legion was unstoppable, and Evan Lin’s claim to the Throne was unshakable.
Such a powerful elite legion—if Frostbane Dynasty didn’t want them, any other dynasty would. And right now, with Roselle Dynasty, Illusion-Star Dynasty, and Frostbane Dynasty all vying for supremacy, this was no time for trouble!
Nightdream Ye glanced at Trenton Zhan, Kade Xing, and Magnus Liao, then said,
“In that case, I’ll state my position: I support founding the Eighth Legion, naming it Dragon-Chen, and appointing Evan Lin as its Throne.”
“No! I can’t agree!”
Kade Xing waved his hand, the first to object.
(Fixed it—so frustrating!)