The Demon Butterfly was at the third stage of divine sense, and for Ye Yun to break her mark, his divine sense would have to be more than ten times hers. Yet, Ye Yun had removed the Demon Butterfly's mark in an instant, and that too, with three million soldiers simultaneously.
Jun Wu no longer dared to imagine how powerful Ye Yun's divine sense had become. In any case, it was definitely thousands or tens of thousands of times stronger than the Demon Butterfly's.
"Jun Wu, you all probably recognize this bald guy. From now on, you three million soldiers will form your own army, continuing under the name 'Sha Yun,' as the Eighth Group Army of my Ten Directions Empire. It will be divided into three corps, with Liu Lang as the main commander and Jun Wu as his deputy!" Ye Yun glanced at the gleaming bald head beside him and then vanished.
"Young Master Jun, we can be considered old friends, can't we?" Liu Lang said with a chuckle as he looked at Jun Wu, who had stood up.
Jun Wu was the young master of a mid-tier family in the First Primeval Universe. Due to his exceptional talent, he was considered a great prodigy in the First Primeval Universe.
Liu Lang's acquaintance with him was not exactly pleasant, and they even had quite a few grievances.
After all, one was a renowned genius in the First Primeval Universe, and the other was the young patriarch of the most prominent clan in the Second Primeval Universe. Both were arrogant and unruly individuals.
"Yes, fate plays tricks on us! How proud we were back then, and now we have both become mere stepping stones on the path to emperorship."
Jun Wu looked at Liu Lang's dusty attire, remained silent for a moment, and then sighed.
"That's different. Although I've been driven from my home like a stray dog and live under someone else's roof, at least I am still whole."
The spiritual poison affected everyone, even a peerless prodigy like Jun Wu. His talent had already been overdrawn, and his lifespan had been reduced to less than a hundred thousand years. Yet, his cultivation had only reached the middle stage of the Extreme level. It was incredibly difficult to advance further, so difficult that Jun Wu doubted if he could reach the peak of the Extreme level within his remaining lifespan!
In contrast, although Liu Lang had lost an arm to the Demon Butterfly, his foundation was fortunately not damaged. Moreover, he had gained immense benefits within the Empire. His current strength was two levels higher than Jun Wu's, who had ingested the spiritual poison!
"Yes. Jun Wu pays his respects to the Marshal!" Once a peerless prodigy, his sharp edge had been dulled inch by inch over these years by countless sighs of helplessness. He had learned to bow his head and to compromise.
"Rise!"
Liu Lang looked at the three million soldiers below him, his aura surging, his quasi-emperor cultivation fully exposed.
"Brothers! You can all be considered those who were brought low by the Demon Butterfly for her own selfish gain. She slaughtered our kin, kept our people like livestock, and continued to feed on them, drawing blood and flesh! This is a blood feud between us and her!"
"After slaughtering our relatives, she controlled you, forcing you to ingest spiritual poison! At the cost of your own talent and lifespan! To become her sharp sword, helping her achieve her imperial ambitions! This can be considered a personal vendetta!"
"Now we are all soldiers of the Ten Directions, and we are in an irreconcilable struggle with the Heavenly Ascent Empire on the path to emperorship! This, can be considered a national enmity!"
"For both public and private reasons, brothers, do you hate the Demon Butterfly and the Heavenly Ascent Empire or not!"
Liu Lang stood in the air above the camp, looking down at the thirty million soldiers below, his voice icy.
"Hate!"
"Hate!"
...
Liu Lang's words were like igniting the long-extinguished embers in their hearts, slowly transforming into boundless fury. The roaring sound swept across the entire Sixth Heaven, even making Jun Wu's eyes turn bloodshot with his words.
"It's right to hate! Our Ten Directions Empire now has peerless soldiers, and our Ten Directions Emperor possesses boundless divine power! As long as we conquer the entire Ten Directions Universe, whether we can survive to ascend or not, we will be etched onto the monument of our Empire, admired by countless beings, and remembered through the endless ages!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
...
Liu Lang's words were full of passion, seeming to carry a kind of magic, making people unable to stop themselves.
"Damn it, Old Qin, what did this guy study on Blue Star? His words are making me feel so pumped up!"
Wang Chen ran up to Qin Zhan and the others, looking at the terrifying aura of over thirty million soldiers in the Ninth Camp, and asked in surprise. He seemed not to have expected this unreliable bald guy to have such powerful oratorical skills.
"Uh, I think he was an instructor, but I remember he didn't even get a qualification certificate." For cultivators above the Main God Realm, the Imperial Military Department kept detailed records, and even their families were registered in the Imperial Military Department's personal files.
"Instructor? Holy hell, no wonder this routine feels so familiar." Wang Chen was stunned, then gave a wry smile. Just a few years ago, he was the boss of a multi-billion dollar company and understood the profession of an instructor better than anyone.
"Hehe, Old Wang, do you still have any of that pill from last time? Give me a couple more."
Just as Wang Chen was considering whether he needed to take some advanced training, Jin Di quietly crept up to him, winking excessively, looking extremely lecherous.
Now that cultivation was widespread, lifespan had long broken the limit of units of one hundred. For cultivators in the Extreme level, like Jin Di, their lifespan had reached millions of years. Therefore, being in his eighties was like being a toddler in his long life.
"Get lost, damn it! That's the pill I painstakingly refined for physical cultivation, and you're trying to corrupt me? I'm already being lenient by not kicking your ass so hard that you shit yourself!"
The last time Wang Chen tried to refine a batch of pills to promote physical cultivation, this guy had swiped a few. To his surprise, the next day this fellow directly told him that what he refined wasn't a physical cultivation pill, but an 'Everlasting Hardness Pill'!
This almost made Wang Chen explode. It was too insulting.
"Hehe, Old Wang next door, see my army? Thirty million elite soldiers, aren't you envious?" Liu Lang hadn't left yet, and this guy came over to show off again.
"If you're so damn good, why don't you take them out to conquer everything and blow up the sky?!" Wang Chen regretted being here. How could he tolerate this lecher and this scoundrel?
"Look at what you're saying. The boss's consecration ceremony is in a few days, so we'll depart after he's done. Besides, you haven't even supplied me with enough pills, how can I leave carelessly?" Liu Lang looked at Wang Chen, almost having the words 'arrogant after success' etched onto his forehead.
"Scram. Right now, all seven group armies are waiting for our辟谷丹 (Bigu Dan - fasting pill), and the boss also said that any pills will prioritize the 'Thorn' unit. Want pills? Fine, write an application, get it approved by the military department, and then submit it to me for queuing."
Wang Chen looked at this guy and smiled, almost forgetting his own identity due to his anger.
"Don't, Brother Chen, we're all on the same side." Liu Lang heard this and immediately became anxious. He quickly ran behind Wang Chen, rubbing his back and massaging his shoulders, appearing as humble as possible.