Chapter 1794: Chapter 854: The Curtain Falls on the Grassland! A Stunning Triumph!
However, Chen Yuan had never believed in that sort of thing. From beginning to end, he only believed in himself alone. He looked at him indifferently and said in a low voice:
"Whether I suffer heavenly punishment or not, you won’t live to see it. But you need to understand this: from this day on, the Northern Barbarian Prairie will suffer heavenly punishment, and for all eternity it will never rise again.
I—am that Heaven!"
As his words fell, Chen Yuan waved his hand and suppressed him to death. Harboring unwillingness in his heart, Huang Ji’s Primordial Spirit completely dispersed between Heaven and Earth, turning into a strand of power and returning to the world.
The Heavenly Khan of the Northern Barbarian Prairie, heir to the Xiongnu Royal Court, Earth Immortal mighty one Huang Ji... has fallen!
The faint cyan radiance grew ever brighter, rapidly merging into Chen Yuan’s body. In the depths of his consciousness, the Qi Fortune Altar that exuded supreme majesty began to slowly turn.
Compared to before, as Chen Yuan devoured more and more Qi Fortune, he faintly felt that the Qi Fortune Altar seemed to grow ever more terrifying as well. Unfortunately, those shattered parts still could not be repaired.
About a moment later, a new strand of fateful guidance surged up in his heart.
"Qi Ling Mountain north of the Grassland, fortune of Heaven and Earth descends into the Human World. Deep in the void forms a Spirit Domain, where one may Nourish Body and Spirit and ascend to Ascension!"
Grassland, Qi Ling Mountain, Spirit Domain!
The corners of Chen Yuan’s mouth slowly curled into a faint smile. In the more than a month since he had led his army deep into the Grassland to encircle and annihilate the Royal Court elites, he had naturally come to know a bit about the Grassland.
The so‑called Qi Ling Mountain was the Holy Mountain of the Gufeng Royal Court, one of the three Great Royal Courts. It had endured sacrifices for thousands of years and was a place where Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy was extremely abundant.
However, too many powerhouses of the Royal Court were buried there, so no one would cultivate in that place at all. Who would have thought that over the long years, it had actually condensed into a great fortune, merging with the depths of the void to form a Spirit Domain.
Now, it had become his wedding robe.
At present, his cultivation had already reached the late stage of Human Immortal. If he could devour and absorb all the spiritual charm within that Spirit Domain, it should be enough to raise his cultivation to the peak of Human Immortal.
A Martial God at the dual peak of Primordial Spirit and fleshly body—the power he could display would likely no longer be limited to the peak of Earth Immortal. In Chen Yuan’s estimation, he might very well be able to clash with those so‑called Heavenly Immortal experts.
Far, far beyond the scope of a peak Earth Immortal.
If that really were the case, then when the Immortal Domain was sealed, he would be able to rely on power that rivaled a Heavenly Immortal to truly become the strongest in the Human World. Pacifying the Southern Border would only be a matter of time.
"Heh heh..."
After pondering for a moment, Chen Yuan withdrew his Spirit, put away Huang Ji’s Divine Hammer into the Heavenly Book Space, then tore open the void and stepped out. He wanted to see how the battle outside had gone.
He hoped they wouldn’t let him down.
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...
When Chen Yuan returned to the battlefield, not only did they not disappoint him, they actually left him quite satisfied, because by now the battle was basically over.
Experts above the Yang Transformation Realm had almost all fallen. As for those elite core soldiers of the Royal Court below that level, they had either fought to the death and were finally slain in desperate struggles,
or had been scared out of their wits and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.
The Northern Expedition Army and those servant armies were slowly reaping lives. Anyone who dared resist was directly cut down. Among them, the servant armies killed the most viciously, as if they were venting all the resentment accumulated over so many years.
Step by step, Chen Yuan walked to Jiang He’s side. At this time, he too stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene before him, his face neither sad nor joyful. Sensing Chen Yuan’s aura, he casually asked:
"Went smoothly?"
"What do you think?"
"I think it went quite smoothly."
"Then let’s call it smooth. Why, do you like this kind of scene?" Chen Yuan pointed at the scene below of slaughtering those resisting barbarian soldiers and asked softly.
Jiang He only shook his head. He wasn’t a lunatic; how could he possibly like killing? It was just that as long as the Sword wasn’t put down, they were still enemies—that principle he understood.
Therefore, he didn’t find it cruel.
"Are you planning to have these servant soldiers guard the Grassland in the future?" Jiang He did not answer Chen Yuan’s question, but instead asked one in return, seeming somewhat displeased with these people who had betrayed their master.
"Of course not. A complete Grassland will sooner or later give birth to a great calamity. So I plan to divide the Grassland into several parts, and let them remain in chaos forever."
Truly wiping out a race was something impossible to accomplish, and it would also hinder cultivation.
But he truly did hope that from now on, the Grassland would no longer be a threat to the Central Plains.
"How will you do it?"
"These servant armies will be rewarded according to merit and divided into several parts, independent of each other. Those surrendered Royal Court elites will likewise be divided into several groups and planted near these servant army tribes.
Let them, from beginning to end, maintain the mindset of mutual strife, and at the same time..." Chen Yuan paused for a moment and pointed to the Western direction:
"Use Buddhist methods of indoctrination to pacify the Northern Barbarian Prairie. Let them change their faith, gradually cease resisting, erase their bloodlust, and become meek and submissive.
Then use the system of Protectorates to garrison the Grassland. Every three to five years, secretly incite and stir up a conflict. Don’t allow extermination of clans; let endless generations of hatred be passed down.
After a few hundred years, you’ll find that the Grassland Barbarians Clan are no longer obsessed with contending for supremacy, but are instead skilled in song and dance. Calculated this way, in fact, for the bottom‑level herdsmen...
This king really is their savior, helping them escape from the sea of suffering."
Chen Yuan said with a faint smile.
Jiang He glanced at Chen Yuan, and finally squeezed out one sentence:
"Fine, you’re the ruthless one."
.....
The slaughter gradually began to die down. Those resisting Royal Court elites had basically all been cut down. Chen Huaiyi then swiftly gave the order to tidy up the battlefield and hack off all the heads.
