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

Finally, Shen Wuyuan, the night watchman of the Qinling Underground Palace, was the first to break the silence.

Without warning, the stern-faced middle-aged man spoke directly: "The alien races behind the underground palace plane have been quite unsettled lately, so I'll stay."

Without hesitation, without resentment.

Even though deep in his eyes, the desire for the "key" burned just as fiercely as everyone else's.

But he said, "I'll stay."

Because he knew very well that the alien dimension in the Qinling Underground Palace had been very active recently.

If he leaves, what if alien races from another dimension break through the rift and come?

The consequences could be disastrous.

In addition, there is another reason: the last time a fragment of a high-dimensional secret realm appeared, it was he who represented Divine Sheikh in the battle!

But that time, he couldn't bring back the things from the higher-dimensional secret realm for Shensha!

Not only that, last time he was ganged up on by demigods from other countries, and only returned from the secret realm after trading injuries for injuries.

The injury I sustained that time has not yet fully healed.

But regardless, he chose to stay.

Give up this opportunity!

And these are the Night Watchmen of Sherlock.

Wang Cang looked at the cold, stern face on the screen, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded heavily: "Okay."

It's just one word, but it contains a weighty truth.

Next, the second to speak was Helian Shu from the bottom of Changbai Mountain.

The middle-aged man, as burly as a city wall, hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "There's been some unusual activity at the bottom of the pool lately. I'll stay too."

Still no nonsense.

Wang Cang glanced at him and nodded slightly.

The third to express his opinion was Liu Tingchao.

The female night watchwoman of the South China Sea Ruins tilted her head and thought for a moment. A trace of regret appeared on her dignified face, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Things aren't peaceful here either..."

She sighed, her languid tone lessening and replaced by a more serious one: "The seal on Guixu has been slack for the past two years. If I leave, my old friends down there will probably want to come out for some fresh air."

"I'll stay."

Three people, three instances of the word "stay".

Clean and efficient, without any hesitation or fuss.

But Zhang Daoxuan noticed that the moment they uttered the word "stay," a very subtle glint flashed in the depths of their eyes.

It's not that I'm unwilling to accept it.

It's a pity.

Everyone present knew perfectly well what might be hidden within that beam of light and what it meant to them.

That was something they had been searching for for decades, even centuries.

It is the key to stepping from demigod to Origin level.

But they still chose to stay.

Because they are first and foremost the Night's Watchmen, and only secondly, the professionals who pursue power.

This awareness is not just something you say.

It was earned through decades of squatting in those godforsaken places, day after day, staring at the cracks, seals, and all sorts of things that could explode at any moment.

The remaining two people on the screen who hadn't yet spoken exchanged glances.

Wang Cang, Tang Yi, Ge Lao, and Su Changqing.

Su Changqing spoke first: "There hasn't been much activity from Tianyuan lately, so I can leave. But—"

He paused for a moment, then said, "After thinking about it, I think it's better to stay."

These words came out of nowhere, and several people on the screen looked over.

Su Changqing didn't explain much, only saying calmly, "Tianyuan is stable, but what if those foreign countries take the opportunity to cause trouble after you guys go out?"

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"Someone has to stay home and watch over things. If everyone leaves, it will cause too much commotion."

That makes sense.

With three of the seven Night's Watch members gone, that was already the limit.

If you go to the west, it's like telling the whole world—most of Sherlock's gatekeepers aren't home, welcome, take whatever you want.

Wang Cang glanced at Su Changqing, and surprisingly refrained from cursing, simply humming in response.

Thus, the final roster was finalized.

Wang Cang. Tang Yi. Ge Lao.

Three demigod watchmen, representing the gods of Summer, rushed toward the pillar of light.

There was a brief silence on the screen when the list was finalized.

There was no sentimental farewell between the three who stayed behind and the three who departed.

There are no lines like "You must come back alive"; that kind of talk doesn't apply between demigods.

Shen Wuyuan simply nodded slightly.

Helian Shu clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Liu Tingchao tilted his head and smiled.

However, all of this is already self-evident.

Seeing that no one spoke, Wang Cang took a couple of puffs of his pipe, then suddenly spoke up: "Dao Xuan, kid."

Zhang Daoxuan immediately straightened his back and said, "Please speak, senior."

Wang Cang didn't speak immediately. Instead, he pulled out a cloth bag from behind him. The bag looked old and dusty, with two patches on it.

It's one of those cloth bags that my grandma kept at the very bottom of the cupboard, which she used for thirty years and couldn't bear to throw away.

But Zhang Daoxuan's pupils contracted slightly the instant he saw the cloth bag.

Because that cloth bag, though it looks ordinary, is actually Wang Cang's most treasured mythical-level equipment.

As for what's inside...

Wang Cang casually placed the cloth bag on the snow, dusted off his hands, and spoke with a nonchalant expression. But what he said next was anything but casual: "The opponents we'll encounter at sea this time are probably the old monsters that each country has been holding back. Trying to get a share of the pie from these old fogies will be difficult... hehe."

He didn't say how difficult it was, he just chuckled.

But everyone present understood the weight of that "hehe".

Demigods all over the world are rushing toward that pillar of light.

The demigods of the United States, the Northern Alliance, the European Federation, the South India, the Cherry Blossom Country... each of these countries has been a demigod who has been able to roam freely in their own territory for hundreds of years.

It's impossible for these people not to fight when they get together.

Once the fighting starts, it's hard to say who will come back alive.

Wang Cang took another drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling twice in the cold wind as he looked at the cloth bag on the snow. His voice suddenly softened a little: "So... this old man is prepared not to come back."

That's an understatement.

The way he described it was so casual that Zhang Daoxuan almost thought he had misheard.

But he didn't mishear.

A demigod who had guarded Kunlun Mountain for decades said in a calm tone, "I'm prepared not to come back."

The other watchmen on the screen remained silent.

No one tried to persuade them.

Because there's no need to persuade them.

At their level, every move they make could be their last. This isn't the first time this has happened, nor will it be the last.

Wang Cang pointed his pipe at the cloth bag on the ground, then gestured towards Zhang Daoxuan in the light screen: "If this old man doesn't come back—have someone take this thing away, and then give it to someone for me!"

"I understand, senior. Whom should I entrust this to?"

Although Zhang Daoxuan was somewhat puzzled, he still subconsciously asked a question.

"Gu Xu," Wang Cang said.