Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yao took a very long view and saw a huge light rise between the clouds that rolled like rage in the middle of the sky, expanding rapidly in all directions, quickly paving for dozens of kilometers!

What appears on the light screen is a crippling sun-like blood, a thunderous wind, a fierce battlefield where thousands of crystalline warships are plugged into each other, colliding, tearing, swallowing and exploding!

“It was the Blood Sea War 500 years ago!” Li Yao's spirit was vibrating.

The battlefield scene in the light quickly advanced to the grievous scene of Liaoyuan's harsh impact on the Amano.

The Amano is the flagship of the eastern demonic kingdom. It is said that hundreds of corpses and skeletons of giant demonic beasts beneath the sea were catalyzed by decades of witchcraft before they condensed together and became immensely massive skeletal warships.

More than 20,000 metres long and weighing 190 million tons, it is an ugly mountain peak suspended in the middle of the sky, giving the indestructible and terrible impression.

In front of it, even the Liao Yuan, is like a tiny little slab, and the slightest bump will split apart.

However, in the face of such a powerful enemy, Liao Yuan hastened, accelerated and continued to accelerate without recklessness, rushing to the most robust front deck of the Amano.

The Amano apparently discovered the intent of the Liao Yuan. The countless acid sachets, demonic light cannons and inflammatory glands around him all breathed in a single drum, emitting hundreds of acid solutions, poison juices and demonic light, splitting their heads on the spiritual shield of the Liao Yuan.

The Liaoyuan was rocked, and the spiritual shield suddenly darkened and collapsed at any moment.

There are plenty of human battleships around, jumping at all costs to defend the Liaoyuan against the attack of the Amano.

These crystalline warships are small in tonnage and have weak defenses. Most of them completely corrode after several acid and venom attacks and fall into the sea, causing as many troops and officers as possible to fall.

But more human warships, like crazy, filled in the blanks without fear and formed the strongest shield for the Liao Yuan!

Finally...

With only 500 meters left between Liaoyuan and Amano, this is the distance of a hair for two warships of this magnitude!

The Liaoyuan completely abandoned the spiritual shield, sending all the spiritual energy into the driving force, and a fierce red flare erupted at the tail of the battleship, suddenly increasing the speed of another step, breaking into the magical shield of the Amano!

“Hiss, hiss, hiss--”

It's like a meteor rushing into the atmosphere, the fierce friction between Liao Yuan and the demonic shield, generating a lot of light and heat, the red light covered the Liao Yuan, making it a - a long, shining gun!

It's too late!

No matter what the Amano dodges, it's too late!

No matter how much fire the Amano pours on the Liao Yuan, it's too late!

No matter how the demon emperor roars, how he roars, how he curses the most vicious demonic words on the bridge of the Amano, it's too late for these crazy humans!

Shining long guns burst into the front deck of the Amano with a thrust through the heavenly dome, until two-thirds of the hull went into the enemy's body, and the driving formation at the tail of the Liaoyuan was still operating under overload, exploding a brilliant group of fireworks, eventually completely out of the enemy's ship!

And then there's the big explosion in the chain.

The Mighty Wind, the Inviolable Skyfield, is like a soulless body, smoking, leaking everywhere, the skeletons that make up the ship collapse, breaking apart, falling into the sea one by one.

……

As the battle reaches its end, the curtain fades away and the bloody sea reappears into a blue sky cloud.

At the end of the light screen, the residual sun and blood gradually condense into three reddish words:

“In this battle, the Ten Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty Officers of the Liaoyuan, including 300 Qi Refiners, 15 Foundation Refiners, and Captain Knightaman Refiners, will all fall and will not survive! ”

“There are still 110,000 soldiers and 43,552 practitioners who crash with them! ”

“They created a powerful nation belonging to mankind - the Federation of Stars and Glories! ”

Against this background, a heavenly red flag floated with the wind, slowly unfolding, appearing in the center of the red flag is a golden dragon with teeth dancing claws, a giant dragon tray on top of a translucent crystal ball, and the beads are nine glittering pentagrams.

Starlight Federation Flag - Nine Stars Raise the Dragon Flag!

Nine stars, representing the nine cultivation denominations that originally formed the Federation; dragons, representing human civilization scolding the Star River, conquering the great ambitions of the universe!

Seeing these three sentences, seeing the bloody flag, all the young people felt the tide and the blood boiling, I don't know who was the first to shout:

“Long live the Federation! ”

“Long live the Fixer! ”

“Brilliant people, star sea championship! Long live human civilization! ”

“We humans are the strongest fighting race in the endless ocean of stars! We will always be the masters of this universe, and nothing will stop us! Whoever stops us, we'll fight him to the end! ”

“Long live the Federation! Long live the Fixer! Long live human civilization! ”

Soon, all the teenagers on the eight floating boats shouted excitedly together.

Sensing the purest courage and will of the young people, Liao Yuan, who had been silent as a tombstone, suddenly trembled slightly, and a faint golden ray swung around him, turning into a long golden gun and stabbing him hard towards the island of Magic beneath!

“Huh!”

The golden longgun just stabbed the “head” of Magic Island, and the whole black ocean shook slightly, as if a fine scream had come from the depths of the ocean, and the vortex around Magic Island was clotted for a moment.

I wondered if Li Yao felt that the air was getting fresher all at once.

“Born as a dragon, death as a tablet, permanently guarding the national gate, Yongzhen River Mountain!” In Li Yao's head, such sixteen words emerged.

“It seems that the legend is true that this Federation's eternal flagship, the Liao Yuan, has been truly refined into a giant magical treasure, forever standing on the shores of the East Sea, suppressing the luck of the demonic kingdom of the East Pole! ”

Looking at the growing Liao Yuan in front of him, Li Yao's heart suddenly gave rise to an unknown emotion.

“I never knew what ‘Master Refiner' was supposed to look like, but now I know that only a country's heavy weapon with this grade 'Liao Yuan' can be described as a true Master Refiner! ”

“It would be a great honor for a refiner to be able to refine such a treasure with your own hands… even if you are just involved and do some simple repairs! ”

“I, want to be such a refiner, make such a magic treasure!” Li Yaoxin was in full swing, his hands on the railing were sweaty, as if his palms were burning!