The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Zhang Daoxuan took a deep breath and fiercely wiped away the tears on his face.

"have!"

"We have a child!"

"His name is Gu Xu! He just turned eighteen this year!"

"He awakened his unique hidden class, and just now, in the Silver Moon Realm, he devoured a mythical prodigy from Europe!"

"Wang Cang said that as long as that child is given time..."

"He can surpass everyone! He can lead Shenxia, ​​slaughter through this damned world, and slaughter all the alien races!!!"

Upon hearing the name "Gu Xu" and the phrase "swallowing myths whole," one is struck by the sheer force of his name.

Ye Nantian's tiger-like eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

"Eighteen years old...swallowing myths whole..."

"Hahaha! Great! A promising talent!!"

"This is the real Sherlock Holmes! Much better than those spineless cowards who only know how to talk about morality!"

Ye Nantian laughed loudly, his voice full of pride.

That was a relief.

It was ecstasy.

I felt even more relieved.

"Since you have the guts, then it's worth my life to fight you!"

"Dao Xuan, listen up."

Ye Nantian's smile faded, and his aura began to rise steadily, causing dense cracks to appear in the surrounding space.

That was demigod-level power, which was being rejected by the rules of the main plane.

But he doesn't care.

"Since that child is growing up, we must provide him with a safe haven and not let those old bastards disturb the growth of our Shenxia Qilin Zi."

Ye Nantian turned around and looked at the remaining seventeen coffins deep in the main hall.

His gaze became somewhat complicated.

Then, he waved his hand dismissively.

A gentle force was unleashed, resealing the previously restless coffins.

"Ancestor! What's wrong with you...?"

Zhang Daoxuan was greatly alarmed.

According to the plan, at least three demigods need to be awakened in order to stabilize the situation!

"No need."

Ye Nantian waved his hand, his back to Zhang Daoxuan, his voice as calm as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"I can handle that bunch of chickens and dogs all by myself."

"Let them continue sleeping."

"In the future... if that child named Gu Xu really encounters an insurmountable obstacle, it's not too late to wake them up then."

After saying that, Ye Nantian did not turn back.

He took a step forward.

His figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Only a powerful and unrestrained voice remained, echoing for a long time in the empty hall.

"Dao Xuan, watch carefully."

"This is the last time I'll demonstrate this for you today."

"What do you mean by 'Those who offend our divine Xia, though far away, shall be punished!'?"

boom--!!!

next second.

Above the deep mountains on the western outskirts of Longjing.

A massive golden beam of light pierced through the dark clouds and pierced the heavens and earth.

The terrifying downpour paused briefly at that moment.

Followed by.

A terrifying pressure belonging to a peak demigod swept across the entire Divine Xia territory, centered on Longjing. It was a declaration of war, and also a farewell.

Shenxia, ​​Kunlunxu.

This is the ancestral home of the mountains of Shenxia, ​​and also the coldest forbidden land in the world.

The rolling mountains are covered with snow that never melts, and the howling wind whips up thousands of piles of snow.

Every inch of this land is sealed off by a thick layer of ice.

Only at the highest, most absolute peak.

A solitary stone pavilion stands there.

The pavilion was empty except for an old man dressed in a white vest, baggy pants, old cloth shoes, and a small straw hat, who sat cross-legged in the wind and snow.

If Gu Xu were here, he would recognize this person as Wang Cang at a glance.

This pillar of the Divine Xia Empire, a peak demigod, and the guardian of the Kunlun Void alien plane. At the moment that golden pillar of light shot into the sky in Longjing...

He opened his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the swirling snow and thousands of miles, looking towards the direction of Longjing.

There, he felt an atmosphere that was all too familiar to him.

It is erupting and burning uncontrollably.

That was his old sergeant who had followed him into battle countless times when he was young; that was his older brother who had kicked him hard in the butt and called him a "coward" when he made a mistake.

"Old Ye..."

Wang Cang's lips trembled slightly, and the ice shards accumulated on his beard fell off in a rustling sound.

He slowly stood up.

With his movements, the howling winds that had swept through the Kunlun Mountains for millions of years were amplified.

It strangely froze at that moment.

Wang Cang didn't say anything; he simply straightened his already faded vest.

Then, facing east towards Longjing, he slowly bent down, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.

This bow is a tribute to the friendship and affection of the past.

This bow was for a deceased friend who was destined to die.

"Old squad leader, you go first."

Wang Cang's voice was soft, yet it echoed clearly across the desolate snow-capped mountain, carrying an indescribable sorrow and resolve: "I will guard this Kunlun for you."

"As long as I, Wang Cang, have a breath left, those alien races will never be able to come out and wreak havoc on our home!"

"May you rest in peace!"

……

In the far west of the Divine Summer, a fissure of ten thousand demons ripped apart.

This is a massive abyss that tears the earth in two, its depths unfathomable, and it spews forth black demonic energy year-round.

At the edge of the abyss, a dilapidated building hangs suspended in mid-air.

Inside the building, a man dressed in a blue robe was chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.

Behind him were rows of lamps that had long since been extinguished.

When that aura belonging to Ye Nantian swept across the land of Shenxia.

The old man's chanting abruptly stopped.

He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils clear as water, as if they could reflect all things in the world.

"well…."

The old man sighed softly, stood up, and walked to the edge of the cliff where the building was located.

Looking at the eastern sky, which was dyed red with golden light.

"Old Ghost Ye, you couldn't hold back either?"

The old man shook his head and chuckled softly, "We old folks made a pact back then: whoever died first would be the grandson. Who would have thought... with your fiery temper, you'd still be the first to die."

He pulled a gourd from his sleeve, uncorked it, and slowly poured the strong liquor, which emitted a rich aroma, into the void below the abyss.

"This glass of wine is for you."

"The road to the underworld is long, so proceed slowly."

"If you ever see your old brothers, please give them my regards. Tell them that Shensha is still here, and that we old bones... are still here!"

……

at the same time.

At the bottom of Changbai Mountain's Tianchi Lake, the eye of the South China Sea's Guixu, deep within the Qinling Mountains' dragon vein...

One by one, the powerful demigods of the Divine Summer who had long been "dead" in the eyes of the world, or who lived in seclusion and guarded their respective regions.

At that moment, everything came to life.

They may be unable to leave their posts, or they may be unable to personally send their old friend off on his final journey.

But they all made the same move.

Get up.

east.

Attention gift!

This was a silent farewell, and even more so, a tacit understanding unique to that era.

The torch is passed down from generation to generation, and life continues endlessly.

Since some people are going to their deaths, the rest of us must hold on to this cause until the very end!