Chapter 1 Ronan Crest's Return

• In Forches, Celestine, at the airport.
• The sky was covered with thick clouds, making the light faint.
• When looked at more closely, it wasn't actually clouds blocking the sky, but rather numerous fighter jets flying in formation.
• The Forches Airport, renowned as the busiest hub in Celestine, made an unprecedented announcement to suspend operations for three days.
• Today was the second day the airport remained closed. Starting from midnight the night before last, thousands of soldiers with live ammunition had encircled the area.
• This was all because of a man.
• A man with significant accomplishments, who had made remarkable contributions to Celestine.
• Despite Celestine's swift technological progress these years, on the international battlefield, the nation was struggling and close to losing land.
• At this crucial moment, that man appeared.
• The Dragon Hall he founded was like a meteor streaking across the sky in a night of despair, bringing a glimmer of dawn to the hopeless darkness.
• He guided the generals of the Dragon Hall, upon that battlefield beyond the realms of iron and blood, under the banner of Celestine, carving out a bloody path with sheer determination.
• With their own blood and lives, they repeatedly defended Celestine's territory.
• In just five short years!
• The Dragon Hall grew into an unstoppable power that struck fear into all nations.
• In just five years!
• The leader of the Dragon Hall made exceptional contributions to Celestine.
• The Celestine government honoured him with the esteemed Seven Star Merit, elevating him as the sole seven-star general in Celestine.
• He is the idol of countless soldiers.
• He is the Dragon Warrior in the hearts of all.
• He is even the nightmare that haunts enemies at night.
• And he!
• He is Ronan Crest, the leader of the Dragon Hall.
• And now, the day had come for his return to Celestine from the foreign battlefield. Three individuals waited at the airport to honour him, with hundreds of fighter jets escorting and tens of thousands of soldiers greeting him, a sign of official recognition from Celestine.
• "Hehe, Celestine, Forches ... I have returned."
• As Ronan exited the terminal, he quietly remarked.
• "Salute, Dragon Warrior!"
• "Salute, Dragon Warrior!"
• When he showed up, the troops erupted in joyful shouts, their faces shining with respect.
• It seemed as though greeting this Dragon Warrior was their highest privilege.
• Hearing the booming applause, Ronan's face became reminiscent.
• Five years ago, he had been expelled from the Crests like an unwanted dog and made to leave Forches.
• Now, after five years!
• He came back to Forches in magnificent triumph.
• In only five years, he had gone through and suffered a great deal.
• Five years ago, he was just the compliant Roy Crest.
• Five years later, he had become the Dragon Hall's leader, Ronan Crest, leading many formidable individuals within its ranks.
• Moreover, he held the title of Celestine's Seven Star War God, the Dragon Warrior.
• Now!
• He returned with dignity, no more an outcast of the Crests.
• Five years earlier, he had been kicked out of the Crests, chased by his stepmother's accomplices, and finally thrown into the icy waters of the Lucent Rill.
• At that instant, he thought he was staring death in the face.
• Yet he survived and became a cultivator. In a mere five years, he had ascended to the emperor peak-level master, emerging as the foremost cultivator in this world.
• In Dragon Hall, he commanded Four Great Warriors, Eight War Gods, and Eighteen Divine Dragon Envoys, an impressive fighting force.
• At the king level, they could confront higher tiers, defeating emperor peak-level opponents was just a piece of cake for them.
• The leader, Ronan, could even handle ten opponents simultaneously. Just a few months ago, he effortlessly broke through a siege of more than ten emperor peak-level cultivators in under three minutes, emerging unharmed.
• Yet the dozen or so emperor peak-level cultivators who besieged him were all slaughtered.
• Meanwhile, Ronan, not only did he emerge unharmed, but he was also dressed in immaculate white, without a hint of blood.
• "Forches, I'm back.
• "The Crests, I'm back!" he murmured to himself.
• However, at that moment, a figure hurriedly approached and stood beside him.
• "Mr. Crest, something has happened."
• Yael wore a look of worry on his face, his eyes filled with a sense of urgency.