Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"Darling...are you alright?"

Elena looked at Yang Xian's stiff back and spoke softly, her words tinged with worry.

Even she, a foreigner, felt an indescribable sorrow and shock upon seeing that once prosperous city fall; how much more so for…

Moreover, those who consider this place their home.

Yang Xian's shoulders began to tremble slightly.

It started as a slight tremor, but soon it turned into an uncontrollable twitching.

He could no longer control himself, and suppressed sobs escaped from his throat.

"Dad, Mom..."

"Mengyun..."

"noob……"

One name after another spilled from his trembling lips, each word carrying a heart-wrenching pain.

He is not Yang Xian from this timeline, but he shares many memories and connects with many people in the same world...

South Sea City is his home in this world.

Now, my home is gone.

How can one not be heartbroken by the helplessness and despair of watching one's homeland being destroyed?

Elena stepped forward, without saying a word, simply reaching out and gently placing her hand on his arm, conveying silent comfort.

Yang Xian no longer knew what he should do.

Should we go back to the city?

With his mere cultivation at the third level, what could he possibly do besides throw his life in if he rushed in?

It's not even enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of those high-level monsters.

But if I just turn around and leave...

Leaving family, friends, and everything familiar behind, to escape alone?

He can't.

Just as Yang Xian was in unbearable pain, a sharp whistling sound came from the sky.

A massive three-headed dragon flew rapidly from the direction of Southsea City, spewing scorching dragon breath along its path, burning the low-level monsters that were scattering and fleeing on the ground into charred remains.

Yang Xian remembered that three-headed dragon.

Isn't that one of the monsters under Leimen's command?

"It's the archbishop and his group," Elena recognized them as well.

There stood Leimen, his hands behind his back, atop the middle head of the three-headed dragon, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Behind him followed several battle pets of various shapes and sizes, clearly part of the Exorcism Cult's team.

The three-headed dragon slowly descended in front of the two, stirring up a gale that made the trees sway.

Lymen looked down at them, his face expressionless. "Elena, it's time to go back."

Thanks to the special connection between Elena and her battle pet, Lemon easily located their position.

"Archbishop!" Elena exclaimed urgently, "I want to take Yang Xian with me!"

Leimen's gaze fell on Yang Xian again, this time with a hint of indifference in his gray eyes.

His nephew was beaten so badly by this Chinese boy that his Daoist heart was shaken and he lost all face.

Lemon was already showing restraint by not retaliating on the spot; why would you want him to bring this enemy along?

That's utterly delusional.

"No," Lyman replied crisply. "I don't have the habit of bringing outsiders."

"But the archbishop, he..." Elena still wanted to plead.

"That's enough." Lemon interrupted her abruptly, his voice turning cold.

"Elena, my only task is to take you back."

"If you don't want to leave, I won't stop you."

"However, if you were to die here, I doubt His Holiness the Pope would blame me."

A naked threat.

Yang Xian reached out and grabbed Elena: "Elena, let's go back and go with them."

"Darling?"

"Listen to me..." Yang Xian looked into the girl's eyes and said, word by word, "I won't go to my death, and I won't die."

Elena was torn with inner turmoil.

But then he thought of Yang Xian's strength and his unpredictable spatial movement technique.

Perhaps... without him as a "burden," he would have had an easier time escaping alone.

Staying here would not only be of no help to him, but would also become his weakness.

After struggling for a long time, she finally nodded, her eyes reddening.

"Okay, I'll go back. But please don't do anything foolish!"

Elena was afraid that Yang Xian, overwhelmed with grief, might impulsively run back to Nanhai City.

"Yes! I won't!" Yang Xian nodded vigorously, giving her a reassuring smile.

The two hugged and then parted ways.

Elena glanced at Yang Xian one last time with reluctance, then turned and leaped onto the back of the three-headed dragon.

With a dragon's roar, the massive horde of demons flapped their wings and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the horizon.

On the hillside, only Yang Xian remained.

He withdrew his gaze and looked again at the city shrouded in smoke and fire in the distance, an unprecedented sense of loneliness completely engulfing him.

"System," he called out in his mind, "what can I still do now?"

[Ding! It is recommended that the host immediately leave the territory of South Sea City and head to the next large human city.]

Preserving our strength for future development is currently the best option!

"But I don't want to leave!" Yang Xian roared inwardly.

"My family and my friends are still there!"

"I'll give you all my nearly one million points! Please help me figure something out!"

This is all the wealth he painstakingly accumulated after returning from the secret realm and then going to Chengwu University.

Unfortunately, the low-level items in the system shop were not worth his attention, leaving him with nowhere to spend this huge sum of money.

Now, he is willing to give everything just to have a glimmer of hope.

However, the system fell silent.

No response.

This method simply won't work.

Yang Xian stood there helplessly, gazing at the distant South China Sea City.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice, slightly out of breath, came from the woods to the side.

"Junior! Junior!!"

"Senior?" Yang Xian turned his head.

Liang Gaoyi was seen leaning against a tree, panting heavily, his face full of relief at surviving the ordeal.

"What are you doing here? What happened in Nanhai City?" Yang Xian quickly went to greet him.

Liang Gaoyi took a breath and said hurriedly:

"Five! A full five eighth-realm demons are attacking the city!"

"Xu Wusheng alone can't stop them!"

"The defensive line... the defensive line was quickly torn apart!"

At this point, he quickly added, "But you don't need to worry too much! Principal Huang and the others have made preparations. Your family has been taken care of, so they should be safe!"

Upon hearing this news, Yang Xian finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

But before he could even catch his breath, another thought came to mind.

His family is alright, but what about the others in Nanhai City?

What about the tens of millions of ordinary people?

Not everyone is as special as him, able to receive the highest level of care.

Yang Xian's throat went dry: "Senior... what can we do now besides run away?"

"Yes!" Liang Gaoyi nodded and patted Yang Xian on the shoulder:

"Find the God of War!"

"We are looking for the Ninth Realm Martial God of our nation!"

"After Professor Du brought me out, we accidentally got separated."

"Only you can come with me there now!"