Chapter 525 - 322: The Military Soul Forges a Divine Throne: I Will Be This God

The logic was flawless, irrefutable.

Even Han Feng, who was looking to stir up trouble, had to admit that Ye Jinghong was the best candidate.

One could even say he was the chosen one.

"Since you’ve thought it through, I won’t try to persuade you otherwise."

Han Feng flicked his wrist, and several crystals emitting a soft pink halo appeared in his palm.

These were the Divine Crystals obtained from the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth.

Of course, he had already tampered with the largest and brightest one inside the Sword Tomb Space.

Inside it floated a tiny, transparent sword, invisible to the naked eye—the Borrowed Path Sword Seed.

This Sword Seed contained no offensive power, nor did it have any backdoor for Mind Control.

It only contained the basic Technique for Divine Soul Condensation from the *Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method*, as well as a one-way ’Energy Channel’.

Han Feng had no intention of harming Ye Jinghong.

This was just a safeguard.

If Ye Jinghong truly succeeded on this path and became a powerful protector of a region, then this Sword Seed would lie dormant, even helping him purify the Power of Faith.

But if there was a problem with this Divine Dao, or if Ye Jinghong lost his mind to power and became a second ’Child of the Mist’...

Then, Han Feng could activate the backdoor at any time and drain away all the Divine Power he had acquired, with interest.

Giving him a chance to ’start over from scratch’.

"These are ’Fire Seeds.’ They contain pure Divine Power."

Han Feng handed the doctored Divine Crystal to Ye Jinghong and bluffed without batting an eye, "This one is the highest quality. Use it for your Foundation Establishment."

Ye Jinghong took the Divine Crystal. Feeling the surging yet gentle Energy within, he nodded solemnly.

"Thanks. Ye is in your debt."

"We’re each getting what we need," Han Feng said with a wave of his hand. "Go on, start. Don’t keep the men waiting too long."

Ye Jinghong said no more.

He strode onto the high platform in the center of the square and switched on the all-band loudspeaker.

"All personnel, on my command!"

His thunderous voice echoed throughout the entire base.

The soldiers, who had been in a state of panic and chaos, instinctively snapped to attention upon hearing the familiar voice, their heads lifting to look at the figure on the high platform.

"I am Ye Jinghong!"

"Right now, the base is facing a matter of life and death.

Conventional methods have failed. Our only hope for survival is to use the rules of Dragon Abyss!"

"I will attempt to merge with the Divine and become a Totem, creating a completely safe domain for everyone!"

"But to do this, I need your help!"

"You don’t need to sacrifice your lives! You don’t need to sell your souls!

I only need you to believe in me!

Just like when we broke through the Black Wind Mountain Range, entrust your backs, your faith, to me without reservation!"

"Tell me! Can you do it!"

After a moment of dead silence...

"WE CAN!!"

A single, unified roar shook the heavens and scattered the lingering gloom.

It was the heartfelt cry of trust from over five thousand soldiers.

This was the Military Soul.

Watching this scene, even Han Feng couldn’t help but be moved.

’This Ye Jinghong... he’s really something else.’

On the high platform, Ye Jinghong took a deep breath and swallowed the "specially prepared" Divine Crystal in one gulp.

HUMMM!

A burst of pink light erupted from his body, but it was quickly assimilated by his own aura of iron-blooded, domineering golden military killing intent.

The originally gentle Power of Faith rapidly underwent a qualitative change under the scouring of the Military Spirit Will.

"All soldiers! Chant with me!"

"How can you say you have no clothes? I will share my cloak with you!"

"How can you say you have no clothes? I will share my cloak with you!!"

The roar of five thousand men converged into a visible torrent of gold, surging madly toward Ye Jinghong on the high platform.

The Divine Crystal in his body instantly dissolved, and the Borrowed Path Sword Seed slipped into his Divine Soul Origin, taking root and sprouting.

It met with no resistance.

For this power was, from its very inception, born to protect.

BOOM!

A pillar of crimson-gold light shot into the sky, piercing straight through the darkness overhead.

The teetering "Mountains and Rivers" formation instantly disintegrated, replaced by a brand-new domain filled with an aura of iron-blooded slaughter.

Within this domain, there was no gloomy strangeness, only a battle intent as scorching as the blazing sun.

Those strange shadows that hadn’t managed to escape instantly melted away like ice and snow under the light’s glare.

The Divine Realm was forged!

Han Feng stood below the platform, his Eye of Insight watching Ye Jinghong, who looked majestic and imposing within the pillar of light, like a True God descending upon the world.

On the system panel, a line of small text quietly appeared.

[Borrowed Path Sword Seed (No. 002) activated.]

[Host: Ye Jinghong.]

[Current Compatibility: 92% (Perfect Match).]

[Status: Divine Awakening (Military God Proto).]

A playful smile touched the corners of Han Feng’s lips.

’A Military God, huh...’

’Looks like this investment is going to pay off big time again.’