Divine-level Base

Shu Feng had now evolved to the Martial Saint Peak, so ordinary Synthetic Beasts were no longer of much use to him.

Of course, those ordinary Synthetic Beasts still had their purpose. Without them stationed in various locations, Shu Feng wouldn’t have been able to support such a vast enterprise.

’Theoretically, as long as I have enough resources, the Black Tortoise Spirit Warriors and Black Tortoise Spirit Generals can evolve continuously, perhaps even to the point of becoming Godslayers. However, these Black Tortoise Spirit Warriors can only reach the Pseudo Celestial Phenomenon or even the Celestial Realm in a Martial Arts Realm like the Black Tortoise Realm. In other worlds, they would be restricted and greatly weakened.’

A strange glint flashed in Shu Feng’s eyes as he made a swift decision. "They can evolve continuously! A unit that can one day become Godslayers! Invest all resources! Synthesize Black Tortoise Spirit Warriors for me!"

If these Black Tortoise Spirit Warriors were properly nurtured, they could become a force of Godslayers. Once they reached that level, the Black Tortoise Realm would become another one of Shu Feng’s personal playgrounds.

As long as he could eliminate Giant Mountain King and the other Void Demon Kings scheming for the Black Tortoise Realm, the entire realm would fall under his control, granting him a safe sanctuary.

An immense amount of Source Power poured madly into the Warrior Synthesis Nest. One by one, large eggs, each containing a trace of World Power, materialized within it.

A dense swarm of High-level Souls and Holy Souls immediately began to flow unceasingly toward the Warrior Synthesis Nest.

Inside each egg, a humanoid phantom appeared. Warriors with terrifyingly high evolutionary potential were now gestating.

「One month later.」

CRACK! CRACK!

Inside the Warrior Synthesis Nest, five thousand eggs cracked open, and from them emerged five thousand Martial Artists. They stood six-foot-three, with sharp eyes and an aura of iron and blood.

Among those five thousand formidable-looking Martial Artists was a young man who stood out. He was nearly seven feet tall, with a heroic countenance and eyes that glinted with sharp light, marking him as clearly extraordinary. He was the Black Tortoise Spirit General.

"Greetings, Master!"

The Black Tortoise Spirit General approached Shu Feng, immediately knelt on one knee, and spoke with the utmost respect.

"Greetings, Master!"

The five thousand Black Tortoise Spirit Warriors also knelt on one knee in an instant, their voices filled with respect.

"Very good. Your name shall be Xuanwu."

Shu Feng said, glancing at the Black Tortoise Spirit General with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

Xuanwu replied, "Thank you for this name, Master!"

As soon as they were created, Xuanwu and the five thousand Black Tortoise Spirit Warriors immediately began cultivating the Supreme Demon Body.

The cultivation speed of the five thousand Black Tortoise Spirit Warriors was astonishing, only slightly inferior to that of Xiaozhu, who possessed the Martial Emperor’s Form. Xuanwu’s cultivation speed, however, surpassed even Xiaozhu’s. After all, he possessed the Divine Format of a Void Demon King.

King Jiale’s Divine Format couldn’t allow Xuanwu to instantly reach the Divine Spirit Level, but it did cause his cultivation speed to skyrocket. His control over his body’s Power even surpassed Shu Feng’s.

The Komi Tribe of the Northern Desert Grassland was one of the four great tribes of the former Bei Mo Royal Court, second in power only to the Royal Family itself. The Komi Tribe boasted a population of twenty million and an elite army over a million strong.

The tribe’s Black Wolf Iron Cavalry was an elite force renowned throughout the world, capable of surrounding and killing even a Martial Saint.

Even when the Great Khan of the Bei Mo Royal Court was on the throne, the Komi Tribe had only submitted in name. They acted independently and completely ignored the Royal Court’s commands.

The moment the Great Khan of the Bei Mo Royal Court announced he was abdicating his throne to Shu Feng, the Komi Tribe immediately declared its independence.

「Within the Komi Golden Horde.」

Shando, the Left Prince of the Komi Tribe, looked at the bear of a man seated on the throne of the Golden Horde and spoke slowly, "Great Khan, the Danboer Tribe has been crushed by forces led by Empress Zhu of the Da Feng Empire. Of the four great tribes, only we and the Nierjia Tribe remain. What is our next move? Please give us your guidance, Great Khan!"

The eyes of the Komi Tribe’s leadership all focused on the Komi Khan.

There were many factions on the Northern Desert Grassland who refused to submit to Shu Feng’s rule. One by one, those factions were crushed by the elite armies commanded by the Arrow God, Wanyan Youshu, and by Xiaozhu, and countless people were slaughtered.

The men of many renowned tribes across the Northern Desert Grassland had been almost entirely slaughtered, with the survivors demoted to slaves.

Under Shu Feng’s methods—which were cruel and iron-fisted, yet offered clear rewards and punishments—countless small and medium-sized tribes across the Northern Desert Grassland had flocked to his banner, becoming his lackeys.

Across the Northern Desert Grassland, Shu Feng’s power grew stronger by the day, and innumerable people died tragically under his iron heel. A sense of crisis began to grow within the Komi Tribe.

The Komi Khan’s gaze was deep as he tapped his fingers, lost in thought.

The Right Prince, Zalimu, spoke in a low voice, "Great Khan, perhaps we should also submit to him in name. The Northern Desert Grassland is immeasurably vast; ultimately, it is the grassland of us herdsmen. The Poison Emperor, Han Feng, will eventually need us to govern these lands for him."

"No! My mind is made up! We must unite all available forces to resist the Poison Emperor Han Feng’s rule. The Northern Desert Grassland belongs to us, the Bei Mo People! Those Southern Barbarians are not worthy to be its masters!"

"The Poison Emperor, Han Feng, is still in secluded cultivation. Right now, that traitor Wanyan Youshu and Empress Zhu of the Da Feng Empire are each leading separate armies to suppress the rebellions. This is our best opportunity!"

"We can ally with the Nierjia Tribe to eliminate Wanyan Youshu, and then join forces again to take care of Empress Zhu. That way, no matter how powerful the Poison Emperor Han Feng is, he’ll never be able to unify the entire Northern Desert Grassland!"

"A man like the Poison Emperor is obsessed with cultivation; he will not stay in the Northern Desert Grassland for long. When he leaves, that will be our chance. Then, our Komi Tribe can become the new masters of the Bei Mo Royal Court!"

The Komi Khan spoke with eloquent confidence, a cold glint in his eyes.

A look of anticipation flashed in the eyes of all the high-ranking members of the Komi Tribe.

When the founding emperor of the Great Song Empire was alive, he had defeated the armies of the Bei Mo Royal Court on several occasions. But ultimately, he was never able to establish a long-term foothold on the Northern Desert Grassland.

The Komi Khan’s proposal certainly seemed plausible.

"Great Khan! Great Khan, terrible news! Han Feng—a cavalry unit under the Poison Emperor, Han Feng—is attacking! The Tur Tribe and the Tal Tribe have already been crushed by them."

A general with a panicked expression burst into the Golden Horde, fell to his knees, and cried out.

The Komi Khan’s gaze sharpened, and he asked decisively, "Who is the commander? What are their numbers? Has the Poison Emperor, Han Feng, taken the field himself?"

In the entire Da Feng Empire, the only person the Komi Khan feared was Shu Feng. If Shu Feng were leading the campaign in person, the Komi Khan planned to have his men scatter and flee.

The sheer vastness of the Northern Desert Grassland was the source of the Komi Khan’s confidence in defying Shu Feng.

The general replied, "The commander’s name is Xuanwu! His forces number only five thousand! The Poison Emperor, Han Feng, is not leading them personally! However, the five thousand elite soldiers under the Black Tortoise Commander, Xuanwu, are incredibly strong. The Tur and Tal Tribes were easily routed. They are an elite force no weaker than our Black Wolf Iron Cavalry. Please, Great Khan, make your preparations at once."