# Chapter 1729: Vast Battle Map
Ye Fan couldn't speak, finding it difficult to announce such news. On the general's platform, he stood alone, opening his mouth several times, only to be choked back by the bitterness filling his throat.
Those pairs of eyes—some calm as the sea, some sharp as immortal swords, some blazing like flames—they had sufficient confidence to defend their homeland and declare war externally. At the same time, they were filled with hope for the future, believing that the Heavenly Court would grow ever stronger. They would personally forge an immortal dynasty, shaking the ages with brilliant, undying glory!
"Sect Leader, there must be a great battle ahead, right? Please give the order. We are invincible in attack and victorious in war. Where the army marches—victory is certain!"
Some from the middle generation spoke. These were people who had walked alongside the Heavenly Court's glory from the beginning, possessing the sharpest edge. No matter how great the difficulty, they never retreated.
"The Heavenly Court is unstoppable, victorious in every battle!" The army shouted together, like an avalanche or a tsunami.
"War brings victory, attack brings conquest!" Everyone roared, their voices like war drums from the celestial realm, shaking all directions, causing blood to boil.
Golden spears and iron horses, cold light shining across the heavens, opening battlefields in the nine layers of the outer realm—those years, those wars, were filled with blood and passion. But they did not know that everything they had was about to leave them.
This was a group of brave warriors who had grown alongside the Heavenly Court, experiencing the trials of blood and fire. This vast territory had been bought with their lives.
"I don't know how to begin." Ye Fan's emotions surged violently. Standing on the divine platform, he could barely contain his feelings, speaking somewhat somberly.
The Heavenly Court's army stretched dark and vast, banners fluttering in the wind. The weapons in the warriors' hands shone across the nine heavens. Every suit of armor gleamed brightly, every warrior divinely valiant and extraordinary.
"We've encountered some trouble." Ye Fan looked at everyone below.
"No matter what difficulty, please give the order. We will charge forward bravely, staining the stars with our blood!" Even the steady veteran soldiers expressed their stance. They had experienced the Heavenly Court's most difficult years, following along from its founding, and had now become the court's most precious treasure.
These were heroes who had survived a hundred battles, never speaking lightly. Once they made a promise, they would use their lives to fill the path ahead. Now, sensing Ye Fan's hesitation and indecision, they stepped forward and firmly declared their position.
"Sect Leader, we share life and death with the Heavenly Court. No matter who the enemy is, even if it's the Underworld, as long as you give the order, we dare to fight our way in!"
The words were deafening, ringing out like the roar of ten thousand heavenly blades—the unshakable will and declaration of the many divine generals, vowing to advance and perish together with the Heavenly Court.
Ye Fan was moved. Looking at these undying veteran soldiers, his heart grew even more bitter. How could he speak? But he had to speak, or else these heroes who had survived bloody battles would all die in vain in the future.
"The Heavenly Court is our home. Like all of you, my feelings for it run deep as the sea. But we may face Supreme Beings. They are about to make their move..." Ye Fan's voice carried across the vast training grounds.
Everyone fell silent. The veteran soldiers' expressions grew solemn as they listened carefully. The middle generation clenched their fists, their sharpness undiminished. The young ones were unwilling, all with furrowed brows.
"That the Heavenly Court has come this far is the result of everyone's joint efforts. It was paved by countless brothers with their lives, blood and bones scattered across the stars..." Ye Fan was somewhat sorrowful.
"Let us shatter together with them. We'll fight to the death. The Heavenly Court is undefeated; we never retreat!" Many shouted angrily, raising their weapons to defend their home.
Ye Fan looked at the assembled heroes. Having such a group of followers was moving, but it also weighed heavily on his heart. This feeling was hard to let go of and impossible to repay, making his chest feel even more constricted.
"There are things I don't want to say, but I must say them." Ye Fan raised his voice, like heavenly thunder roaring, suppressing everyone's voices. The decision had to be made.
Everyone sensed what he was about to say, anxiety showing on their faces. Some were very anxious, shouting loudly: "Sect Leader, you can't make such a decision!"
"Sect Leader, the Heavenly Court is our life's work. It must not be disbanded!"
Face after face was filled with fear, none wanting to see such an outcome.
"The Heavenly Court will not fall. It will forever stand in the mortal realm!" Ye Fan shouted loudly, his gaze growing sharper, like two visible beams of light sweeping across all directions. Since the decision was made, let it be revealed bloodily. There was no need for euphemism.
He looked at everyone, slowing his speech but making it even more forceful: "Temporary forbearance does not mean our Heavenly Court has ceased to exist. I want to give all brothers a vacation. Give me a hundred years, give me some time, and the Heavenly Court will reappear."
"But Sect Leader..." People were greatly anxious, not wanting this result. They spoke out one after another to stop him.
Ye Fan raised his hand, his voice suddenly rising: "The Heavenly Court will not fall. The great banner will reappear. This is my promise. I will gather with my brothers again!" His battle qi surged, golden blood energy sweeping across the heavens, flooding the entire Heavenly Court. "At that time, it will be even more glorious, even more brilliant. I want it to leave its name through the ages. I want it to be immortal in the mortal world. I want it to intimidate the Supreme Beings. I want all heavens and myriad realms to kneel before it!"
Everyone looked at that magnificent high platform, at Ye Fan who seemed like a god or demon.
"Please trust me. Give me a hundred years, and I will return to you an even stronger Heavenly Court. At that time, no one in these nine heavens and ten lands will dare to provoke our Heavenly Court!" Ye Fan swore beneath the stars.
His voice was filled with emotion as he roared with all his strength.
"Now we are not their match. We retreat only to survive. One day, we will return, and this world will tremble because of us."
"I want you to understand that the glory of today will mean nothing at that time. The humiliation of now is just an interlude."
"A hundred years from now, we will return, standing once again beneath the stars. The great banner of our Heavenly Court will not fall, fluttering in the wind, even more brilliant and resplendent!"
Ye Fan roared with all his might, his battle blood surging. From the crown of his head, a massive dragon-shaped pillar of light rose, piercing into the nine heavens, shaking heaven and earth, causing even the Heavenly Dao to tremble.
"There will be a reunion. At that time, we will truly rise. You will find that the journey has only just begun! Because in the future, we will campaign across the nine heavens, charging into one Forbidden Zone of Life after another. That is our true battlefield. What we have now is only training. True glory is still far away!"
"Moreover, the Forbidden Zones of Life are not our only battlefield. Charging into the Immortal Domain, shattering myths, shaking immortality, and seeking eternal life—that is our ultimate goal. Our ultimate battlefield is far vaster and grander than you can imagine!"
"What is this now? It is merely the transition before our true bloodbath, only a form of tempering. Here, I say this: please do not neglect your martial skills. I want you to be forbearing, not to truly lay down your arms and return to the fields, but to rest and recuperate. All brothers, you must understand that vast and grand battlefields await you in the future. Our vision is not limited to this era. We must soar above all ages and heavens! Because we want to establish a true Heavenly Court—an immortal and eternal Heavenly Court—that will create miracles never seen since ancient times. Even the Forbidden Zones of Life can only tremble along our path. That is all. They are by no means the final destination!"
Beneath the stars, on the training grounds, the veteran soldiers who had survived a hundred battles clenched their fists. The middle generation and the young heavenly soldiers and generals could not help but roar. Their battlefield was actually this vast—even the Forbidden Zones of Life were not the end point. This made blood boil and hearts surge with excitement.
Without a doubt, that was a vast battle map—the vision in Ye Fan's heart. What was happening now was nothing, just small skirmishes, far from true glory.
In the future, if all this came true, they would truly create unprecedented splendor. Undying glory through the ages awaited its beginning. A grand blueprint lay ahead.
"War! War! War!"
Perhaps only these three words could express their fervor, their unwillingness, their longing, their frustration, their excitement—all flowing in boiling blood, bursting forth as roars!
"We will return!" Ye Fan temporarily ended his speech with these words. His firm conviction and powerful will deeply moved many.
Glory lay in the future. Everything they had was only just beginning. What did encountering a few storms matter? They would pass. When the time came to soar, they would leap across immortal rivers, not mortal seas. The heroes awaited!
"Sect Leader, these hundred years will be very difficult for you. Can you make it through?" Some veteran soldiers worried, their voices low but hitting the key point.
In the coming hundred years, Ye Fan would engage in bloody battles with Supreme Beings. To reach the peak, the dangers he faced would be unimaginable. He would have to struggle alone. They could not help!
"More than one Great Emperor succeeded in ancient times. They could defy heaven. I, Ye Fan, have walked this path all the way, and I will not be inferior to others!" Ye Fan shouted loudly, clearly roaring out his wish to create a miracle. Others had done it; he would too.
Some still had shadows in their hearts. In ancient times, those who could attain the Dao might have been more numerous than the true Great Emperors, but only a few with heaven-defying fortune and opportunity escaped death and ultimately succeeded.
Ye Fan's path was very difficult. Could he have such an opportunity?
"Three hundred years ago, they couldn't kill me. Now, do you think they still have a chance?" Ye Fan spoke lightly, feigning ease, appearing very optimistic.
Everyone laughed. Seeing him so confident, they were somewhat relieved. The oppressive atmosphere eased somewhat.
However, Black Emperor, Pang Bo, Li Heishui, Shan Huang, and others felt heavy-hearted, unable to truly relax. They knew that Ye Fan's path was too difficult, not that simple.
This era was different from the past!
In the past, the Supreme Beings in the Forbidden Zones slept. Ancient Great Emperors might only awaken the Supreme Beings in the Forbidden Zones when crossing the final emperor tribulation. But by then, it was already somewhat late to stop them.
Of course, some had encountered Ye Fan's problem before.
But this era was completely different.
The path to immortality had opened. The Supreme Beings in the Forbidden Zones were, if not all awakened, then nearly so. Only three hundred years had passed. It was hard for them to truly sink into deep slumber.
At the very least, the Great Accomplishment Overlord Body was watching!
And then there was the Underworld. The Nether Emperor had also been wounded by the first divine general of the ancient Heavenly Court and had awakened. He would not miss this.
Perhaps there were others!
The last three layers of tribulation—since ancient times, no one had been able to cross them in one step. Each layer was a death tribulation, requiring one to fight with their life, to gamble. The three great tribulations would alert those half-awakened ones. Great calamity would surely descend.
"The path is beneath our feet. It is walked into existence. My return is no miracle. I look forward to the day when the Heavenly Court's great banner is raised and you all return from the fields and forests. Together, we will create an immortal immortal dynasty, unique through the ages, breaking eternity and seeking immortality—unprecedented!" Ye Fan roared, clearly expressing his choice with all his heart. His voice was deafening.
The vast battle map unfolds. Great Emperors, what are you waiting for? War, war, war—please cast your monthly votes. I call upon you to return and support!