As Yi Tianxing's decree fell, a blazing FireCommand Token shot into the air. Like the previous tokens, it split in two midair—one half flying into his hand, the other landing in Guan Hai's. The token itself flickered with intense flames, as if a real fire was burning within it, radiating explosive energy.
At the same time, a vast current of Great Yi's fortune surged into Guan Hai's body.
"Guan Hai, Commander of the Fire Legion, thanks the Emperor for the honor. I vow to serve Great Yi with my life!"
Emotion burned in his eyes. Without hesitation, he bowed deeply and accepted the seal with unshakable resolve.
"Hua Xiong, step forward to receive your title."
"Hua Xiong is here."
"Hua Xiong, for your valor and strength, I hereby appoint you Commander of the Wood Legion of the Five Elements.
Rank: First Class.
You are granted the Wood Command Token, with command over one million troops."
With this, the Five Elements Legion was now fully formed—the final missing elements completed.
"Good," Yi Tianxing nodded."With the Five Elements Legion completed, we will now proceed to the Seven-Colored Legion.
Two units remain vacant: the Green Legion and the Purple Legion."
He glanced at the eager generals who had yet to be appointed.
"Jia Yuan, step forward."
"You are hereby appointed Commander of the Green Legion.
Rank: First Class.
You are granted the Green Command Token, commanding one million troops. Let the fortune of the nation empower you."
"Jia Yan, you are appointed Commander of the Purple Legion, with equal authority."
These two brothers, Jia Yuan and Jia Yan, were unmistakably cut from the same cloth—alike in appearance and equal in capability. Yi Tianxing could easily guess who they were: legendary figures from Dream of the Red Chamber, founders of the illustrious Ning and Rong States. There was no doubt—they had the mettle of founding generals and were well-qualified for such appointments.
Their evaluation scores during the martial examination had been high, and they were clearly worthy of Great Yi's trust.
Delighted, they accepted the appointments—being part of the Seven-Colored Legion, famed for its Seven-Colored Warships, was a great honor. The legion was renowned for its destructive power and battlefield supremacy.
With that, the Seven-Colored Legion was now complete.
"Next: the Twelve Zodiac Legions still lack five. Specifically: the Demon Ape, Minotaur, Boar, Golden Rooster, and Heavenly Hound Legions."
"Niu Gao, I appoint you Commander of the Minotaur Legion."
"Shi Jiantang, Commander of the Demon Ape Legion."
"Pang Shigu, Commander of the Boar Legion."
"Lan Yu, Commander of the Golden Rooster Legion."
"Shan Xinxin, Commander of the Heavenly Hound Legion."
As each name was called, the chosen generals stepped forward to accept their seals. Delighted and honored, they bowed and pledged their lives to the empire. Each one was conferred First-Class Rank and granted a million soldiers, along with the accompanying tide of national fortune.
The atmosphere among the assembled officers warmed considerably. These new commanders were no longer strangers but fellow generals of the same empire—many within the same legion category, which bred a natural sense of kinship. These shared honors would become the source of mutual pride and, inevitably, friendly competition.
Together, they would strive to bring glory to their assigned legions on the battlefield.
"Now, only the Myriad Calamities Legion remains.vThis special legion is intended to strike like a natural disaster—capable of sweeping across the land in one overwhelming blow."
"Currently, seven branches remain vacant: Blizzard, Earthquake, Volcano, Thunderstorm, Tsunami, Smog, and Sandstorm."
Yi Tianxing's eyes fell on the remaining unappointed candidates—Zhou Yafu, Wang Botang, and Zhang Xiu among them.
Zhou Yafu stood out in particular. He had scored among the very highest in the martial examination and was considered a brilliant strategist. Historically, his stubbornness had led him to die in prison after defying an imperial decree—an honorable but tragic end. His strength was undeniable.
"Zhou Yafu, you are appointed Commander of the Volcano Legion."
"Wang Botang, Commander of the Blizzard Legion."
"Zhang Xiu, Commander of the Sandstorm Legion."
Each of the three stepped forward, accepting the honors with firm resolve.
The Myriad Calamities Legion was not yet complete, but that could wait. With additional talented commanders emerging in the future, the rest could be filled at any time. Great Yi's war soldiers were ready and could be dispatched without delay.
The appointed generals took their positions to either side of the hall, forming orderly ranks.
Before long, only five figures remained in the center of the hall—five striking women, each radiating strength and confidence.
Many gazes turned toward them. Under such scrutiny, ordinary people might falter. But these five women stood tall, unfazed. Their poise was remarkable—unyielding in the face of pressure.
"You five are outstanding female generals," Yi Tianxing said solemnly."Today, I establish the Immortal Thorns Legion, composed entirely of women.
I entrust you with its creation—may you prove that women can earn glory on the battlefield just as men do."
His expectations for them were sky-high.
"Thank you for Your Majesty's trust," Ni Huang responded with a confident smile."We believe that women are just as capable as men. We can defend our nation and win honors through our own strength!"
"Indeed. Who says women are lesser than men?" added Shen Luoyan.
"Please, Your Majesty—issue your commands," said Qin Liangyu, her tone steady and respectful.
Their eyes burned with intensity. They had waited a long time for this—overcome countless hardships just to reach this moment.
"Good," said Yi Tianxing."Under the Immortal Thorns, I now create five specialized legions:
Guxie Legion: Archers and long-range attackers.
Haoyue Legion: Wielders of crescent moon blades, masters of deceptive tactics.
Firefly Legion: Battlefield support and magical reinforcement.
Immortal Legion: Masters of healing arts—resurrecting fallen allies and enabling endless battle.
Darkblood Legion: Agile assassins, specialized in jungle and guerrilla warfare."
Each legion had its own tactical purpose and battlefield identity.
"You may each choose which legion you wish to command.
This is your only chance to choose—after this, assignments are final."
These were not cookie-cutter units. Each had potential for greatness.
Guxie Legion: A precision archer force, ideal for women known for keen observation and steady hands.
Haoyue Legion: Using crescent blades, capable of slicing through enemy lines with unpredictable movements.
Firefly Legion: Magical support, capable of reinforcing allies and weakening foes—vital in shaping the tide of battle.
Immortal Legion: Healers inspired by divine medical arts, led by the knowledge of Sun Simiao himself. They could snatch warriors back from death's door.
Darkblood Legion: Stealthy killers suited to complex terrains and ambush tactics.
Each one was a force of its own.
"Your Majesty, I choose the Darkblood Legion," said Shen Luoyan without hesitation, eyes gleaming.
"Then I shall command the Haoyue Legion," Fan Lihua declared.
"I'll take the Immortal Legion," said Liang Hongyu with a smile. Even if it was a support unit, its battlefield importance was unparalleled.
"I choose the Guxie Legion," Ni Huang said with confidence.
"Then I shall lead the Firefly Legion," Qin Liangyu concluded. She did not see support as weakness—every role mattered in war.
The assembled generals nodded in quiet approval. This division of command was balanced and wise.
Many of them were secretly pleased. With healing and support legions joining the battlefield, the death toll in future wars would drastically decrease. It was a cause for celebration.
"Very well. As you wish—these five legions are hereby integrated into the Immortal Thorns Legion," Yi Tianxing declared.
And with that, each woman received her official appointment.
Joy lit their faces. Their long-held dreams had come true—and faster than any had expected.
"You may now enter the Spatial Gate to select your soldiers.
Each legion is granted one million troops. Once selection is complete, all equipment will be issued and training can begin immediately."
As Yi Tianxing finished, he waved his hand. A portal opened in midair.
Without hesitation, Zhou Yafu and the others stepped forward—entering the gate that led to the Tower of the Celestial Emperor.
What awaited them inside was staggering: endless mountains and seas of elite warriors, ready for command.
Their breath caught. Words failed. The awe they felt could not be expressed.