However, Chen Yuan never believed in such things. He had always believed only in himself. He looked at him indifferently and said softly:

"You won't be able to see if this king suffers divine retribution, but you need to understand that from now on, the Northern Barbarian grasslands will suffer divine retribution and will never be able to recover.

I am that heaven!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yuan waved his hand and suppressed and killed him. With the unwillingness in his heart, Emperor Ji's primordial spirit also completely dissipated between heaven and earth, turning into a force and returning to heaven and earth.

The Heaven Khan of the Northern Barbarian grasslands, the inheritor of the Xiongnu royal court, the Earth Immortal mighty figure Emperor Ji... has fallen!

A faint cyan light became brighter and brighter, quickly merging into Chen Yuan's body. Deep in his consciousness, the Destiny Altar exuding supreme majesty began to rotate slowly.

Compared to before, as Chen Yuan devoured more and more destiny, he vaguely felt that the Destiny Altar seemed to be getting more and more terrifying. It was a pity that those damaged places still could not be repaired.

After about a moment, a new opportunity guide surged into his mind.

"North of the grasslands, Mount Qiling, Fortune of the Universe falls to the human world. Spiritual Realm transforms in the depths of the void, nurturing the body and spirit to ascend to immortality!"

Grasslands, Mount Qiling, Spiritual Realm!

A smile slowly appeared on the corner of Chen Yuan's mouth. During the month or so that he led his troops deep into the grasslands to encircle and annihilate the royal court's elite, he naturally gained some understanding of the grasslands.

The so-called Mount Qiling was the sacred mountain of the Gu Feng royal court, one of the three major royal courts. It had been sacrificed to for thousands of years and was a place with extremely abundant heaven and earth spiritual energy.

However, this place buried too many royal court powerhouses, so no one would cultivate here. Unexpectedly, over a long period of time, it had condensed into fortune and transformed into a spiritual realm in the depths of the void.

Now, it has become his wedding dress.

Now his cultivation has reached the late stage of Human Immortal. If he can devour and absorb all the spiritual charm within this spiritual realm, it should be enough to raise his cultivation to the peak of Human Immortal.

The Martial God with both primordial spirit and physical body at their peak would probably exhibit power far beyond the peak of Earth Immortal. In his guess, it was very likely that he could clash with the so-called Heaven Immortal powerhouse.

Far beyond the scope of the peak of Earth Immortal.

If this were the case, when the Immortal Realm was sealed, he would be able to rely on the power comparable to Heaven Immortal to truly become the strongest person in the human world, and pacifying the Southern Border would only be a matter of time.

"Hehe..."

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yuan withdrew his mind, put Emperor Ji's divine hammer into the Heavenly Book space, and then tore open the void and stepped out. He wanted to see how the battle outside was going.

Hopefully, it won't disappoint him.

......

......

When Chen Yuan returned to the battlefield, not only was he not disappointed, but he was also quite satisfied, because the battlefield was basically over at this time.

The powerhouses above the Huayang realm had basically fallen. The remaining elite soldiers of the royal court's headquarters either resisted desperately and were finally killed in a desperate fight.

Or they were frightened and kneeled down to beg for mercy.

The Northern Expedition Army and those auxiliary troops were slowly reaping the rewards. Those who dared to resist were directly killed. The auxiliary troops were particularly ruthless in killing, as if they wanted to vent all the resentment they had accumulated over the years.

Chen Yuan walked step by step to Jiang He's side. At this time, he was also watching the scene in front of him with his hands behind his back, his face neither sad nor happy. Sensing Chen Yuan's aura, he casually asked:

"Smoothly?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's pretty smooth."

"Then let's call it smooth. What, do you like this kind of scene?" Chen Yuan pointed to the scene below where the resisting barbarian soldiers were being slaughtered and asked softly.

Jiang He shook his head. He wasn't a madman. How could he like killing people? However, he understood the principle that if you don't put down your weapons, you are still the enemy.

Therefore, he didn't think it was cruel.

"Are you planning to let these auxiliary soldiers guard the grasslands in the future?" Jiang He didn't answer Chen Yuan's words, but asked back, seemingly not liking these disloyal people.

"Of course not. A complete grassland will sooner or later give rise to great troubles. Therefore, I plan to divide the grasslands into several parts and let them be forever in chaos."

It was impossible to truly exterminate a race, and it would also be an obstacle to cultivation.

But he really hoped that the grasslands would no longer be a threat to the Central Plains from now on.

"How to do it?"

"These auxiliary soldiers will be rewarded according to their merits and divided into several parts, not under each other's jurisdiction. Those surrendered elite of the royal court will also be divided into several parts and placed near these auxiliary soldier tribes.

Let them maintain the idea of fighting from beginning to end. At the same time..." Chen Yuan paused for a moment and pointed to the west, saying:

"Use the Buddhist means of enlightenment to appease the Northern Barbarian grasslands, let them change their beliefs, gradually no longer resist, and extinguish their bloodiness, turning them into yes-men.

Then use the Protectorate's method to guard the grasslands. Every three to five years, secretly instigate a fight, not allowing extermination, and let the hatred of countless generations be passed down.

After a few hundred years, you will find that the grassland barbarians no longer strive for strength and victory, but can sing and dance. In this calculation, in fact, for the bottom-level herders.

This king is really 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 a sentence:

"Okay, you're still ruthless."

.....

The killing gradually came to an end. Those resisting elite of the royal court had basically been killed. Chen Huaiyi quickly gave the order to clean up the battlefield and cut off all the heads.

Burn the corpses of the barbarian soldiers to prevent the formation of a plague.

Bury the fallen soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army in a grand manner, erect steles for them, and in front of the steles, cast the heads of those Northern Barbarian royal court people into Jing Guan as a lesson to all the Northern Barbarians.

At the same time, quickly divide up the elite and head to the snowfield to pursue those seeds that the royal court had escaped in advance to eliminate future troubles.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.

The next day, early morning.

Tombs and steles had been erected. They were used to praise the Northern Expedition Army. Of course, there were also some for the brave soldiers in the auxiliary troops.

Just to make them accept their fate.

In front of the many steles, there stood hundreds of Jing Guan of varying sizes. From a distance, they would feel magnificent, but closer they would feel fear.

After a simple count, this battle had yielded great gains. Not to mention the millions of cattle and sheep that had already been transported back to the Central Plains, there were still millions of spoils of war.

After destroying the three major royal courts and countless large and small tribes, the resources were piled up like mountains. It could be said that the entire grassland had been scraped clean.

Such massive resources were more than enough to support several immortal sects. It could be said to be as rich as a country, laying a very deep foundation for the future Great Yan Dynasty.

As long as the foundation was strong, countless low-level martial artists could be cultivated. From the massive number of low-level martial artists, more high-level powerhouses could naturally be born.

And the cornerstone of a dynasty is martial artists of different levels!

Adding up all the battles of the Northern Expedition, a total of one Earth Immortal mighty figure, seven Yang God True Monarchs, twenty-four Refining God True Persons, thirty-nine Primordial Spirit True Persons, and over five hundred Dan Realm Grandmasters were killed.

Countless other low-level martial artists were killed!

Over 500,000 Northern Barbarian soldiers were killed, and nearly a million were captured.

It could be said that one Northern Expedition completely broke the spine of the Northern Barbarian race. From then on, the probability of them standing up was very small, almost impossible.

At the same time, most of the Northern Barbarian race's secrets, experience inheritance, and other things were also plundered. This was equivalent to completely cutting off the roots of the Northern Barbarian grasslands.

Extremely thorough!

It was also on this day that over 100,000 unscathed soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army lined up neatly, divided into more than a dozen square formations, standing in front of those steles. The leader was none other than the Regent Prince Chen Yuan.

Jiang He, Chen Huaiyi, Song Yingqiao, Yang Huatian, Wei Wuque, and many other powerhouses and generals in the Northern Expedition Army were lined up behind.

Chen Yuan's eyes were calm, holding a bowl of wine in his hand, and said loudly:

"This king uses this wine to pay tribute to all the soldiers who died in the Northern Expedition. You did not sacrifice in vain. From now on, the grasslands will no longer be a threat to my Central Plains.

This bowl of wine is also to pay tribute to all the Central Plains patriots and innocent people who have died under the hooves of the grasslands for thousands of years. This king has avenged you!

This bowl of wine, this king also pays tribute to you, Wei Jinfeng. This king has done what you didn't finish. It's a pity that you are not in front of this king now. You are watching in the sky.

Look, these hundreds of thousands of miles of grasslands will become my Central Plains' pasture in the future. The people of Liang Province and You Province will no longer be on the frontier. This king has expanded the territory by 200,000 miles!"

The faint voice resounded in everyone's ears. Everyone present was solemn, with suppressed joy and reverence for Chen Yuan.

The wine in the bowl turned into a line and sprinkled on the ground. Chen Yuan shattered the bowl casually.

Behind him, all the powerhouses toasted and sprinkled the wine on the ground, shattering the porcelain bowls.

"Long live the Regent Prince! Long live the Prince of Yan!"

"Long live the Regent Prince! Long live the Prince of Yan!"

"Regent Prince..."

Over 100,000 people shouted in unison, the sound was earth-shattering and soaring into the sky!

The King of Northern Liang, Wei Wuque, knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with tears and excitement. He bowed three times to the direction of Liang Province. After returning, he was even preparing to go to his father's side to tell him about this great battle.

On the day the royal army pacifies the grasslands, do not forget to tell your father during the family sacrifice!

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......

With the end of that final battle with the royal court, with the death of Emperor Ji, and with the fracture of the grassland powerhouse tier, this battle came to a complete end.

After that, the matter was to clean up and deal with the affairs of the grasslands, and Chen Yuan also handed it over to Wei Wuque to be in full charge. Of course, things still had to be reported in detail.

He believed that Wei Wuque, who had the hatred of killing his father and was personally guided by him, would be able to satisfy him in doing things in the grasslands.

It was also on the day of defeating all the soldiers who died in the grasslands that the great victory of the Northern Liang Army was quickly transmitted back to the Central Plains with Chen Yuan's authorization through the sound transmission talisman.

There were two purposes for doing this. One was to reassure everyone and further enhance Chen Yuan's prestige in the Central Plains. After all, such a shocking achievement

Would definitely allow his reputation to rise to a terrifying level in the Central Plains.

This was something that even the Chu Taizu of the past had not achieved.

Completely pacifying the Northern Barbarians.

Merit in the present, benefits for thousands of years.

The other was that Chen Yuan used it to deter the Southern Border Demon Clan. He needed to go to Mount Qiling to obtain the opportunity to improve his strength and would not be able to return to the Central Plains in a short time.

However, after the news of his great victory spread back, it would definitely make the Southern Border Demon Clan fear and guess whether he had already returned and was waiting to set a trap for them at a critical moment.

In this way, there was a great hope of gaining time.

And he could directly sweep through the Southern Border!

On this day.

Liang Province City was very noisy. To be precise, from the moment the constant reports of victory came, the entire Liang Province City was in a state of excitement. On the one hand, they were happy.

On the other hand, they were looking forward to the real victory.

The Burning Heaven Demon Emperor temporarily lived in the previous restaurant. Because of the frequent reports of victory from the grasslands, all the restaurants in Liang Province City were half-price, which could be called a discount.

He sipped the wine of the human world and suddenly looked in a certain direction.

Then, several voices entered his ears.

More than a dozen riders galloped through Liang Province City, holding up the Black Dragon flag and shouting loudly:

"Great victory, great victory, great victory in the grasslands!"

"Great victory!!!"

"The Regent Prince has suppressed and killed the Heaven Khan Emperor Ji of the grasslands. The Northern Expedition Army has wiped out the three major royal courts of the grasslands, killing nearly a million barbarians, capturing nearly a million, and the Jing Guan that have been cast are towering into the clouds!

From then on, the 200,000 miles of grasslands will be my Central Plains' pasture!"

"Great victory, Regent Prince..."

"Great victory, the grasslands have been defeated, our army has won a great victory..."

Countless voices sounded, and the streets of the entire Liang Province City were silent for a moment, as if they had suddenly been frozen at this moment, but then, there was a huge sound.

Boom!!!

It was as if a roar exploded, and everyone instantly became lively.

An old man with a broken arm knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with tears, and shouted long live the Central Plains.

A young man shouted loudly, as if he had used all his strength.

A seven or eight-year-old child waved the windmill in his hand with a smile on his face.

There was....

A hundred states of human life, a thousand appearances of the city, but at this moment, excitement was overflowing on everyone's faces, and even their whole bodies were constantly trembling.

They were constantly recounting the great victory just now, as if they were afraid of dreaming.

The thing they had been looking forward to for a long time had finally... been settled!

"Long live the Prince of Yan!"

"Long live the Central Plains!"

"Long live Liang Province!"

"Long live the Regent Prince!"

"Long live the King of Northern Liang!"

"Old Prince..."

But in the end, all the voices gradually began to converge into one sentence.

"Long live the Prince of Yan!"

"Long live the Prince of Yan!"

"Long live the Prince of Yan!"

"This store is offering free wine and meat today to celebrate the Great Yan and my Central Plains!"

"This store is giving away pork today to congratulate the Liang Province Erlang!"

"This store is rewarding one hundred taels of silver today to celebrate my Great Yan!"

"This store's girls today... are celebrating the Regent Prince!"

"This store..."

One merchant after another hung up signs, wanting to turn today into a huge festival.

The Burning Heaven Demon Emperor, who was high up on the second floor, also showed a smile on his face. Looking at the cheers of the ants, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said to himself:

"At the final moment, celebrate to your heart's content, hahaha... Regent Prince, thank you for solving a problem for this Emperor, hahaha..."