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

At the age of eighteen, the transfer ceremony began amidst the anticipation and tension of the entire school.

Outside the Temple of Job Change, crowds thronged, the air thick with the scent of youthful sweat and dreams.

The principal stood before the temple and announced in a loud voice that the ceremony had begun.

The students, like carp leaping over the Dragon Gate, entered the dimly lit door in batches.

Most people came out dejected, the temple's brilliance leaving no trace on them.

It was Wang Cang's turn.

He showed no expression, simply took a breath, and stepped into the light.

When his palm touched the job change crystal,

The entire temple suddenly fell silent.

All the noise disappeared, and a pure white beam of light pierced through the temple dome, enveloping him completely.

The light was neither scorching nor sacred, but it carried an ancient and primordial weight and unwavering resolve.

"SSS-Rank Mythical Class - The Wall of Immortality!"

The announcement resounded throughout the temple, and everyone was stunned by this sudden and extraordinary phenomenon.

However, before Wang Cang could recover from the immense power that surged into his limbs and bones...

Several soldiers in crisp uniforms, their epaulets gleaming coldly under the lights, appeared before him.

The leading officer, with sharp eyes, told him directly, "Come with us to the military headquarters."

Wang Cang got his wish and entered the Azure Dragon Legion with the treatment of a strategic genius.

That place, which only existed in my father's words, was filled with glory and bloodshed.

……

The camp of the Azure Dragon Army was very different from that of the people in my hometown.

But Wang Cang quickly adapted to everything here.

He trained hard and his level improved rapidly, but one thing always weighed on his mind.

Soon, he found the legion commander at the time, a man with a similarly weathered face.

He didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the question that had been buried in his heart for many years: "Commander, where is my father...?"

A complex emotion flickered across the legion commander's face, a mixture of admiration and regret.

In the end, it all settled into a profound respect. He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "Your father was a good man in Shenxia."

Upon hearing this answer, Wang Cang did not cry; he simply felt a slight pain in his heart.

From that day on, he trained even harder and hit harder.

The three words "Kunlun Ruins" were etched in his heart.

He vowed that one day he would personally raze that place to the ground.

……

Life in the Azure Dragon Army is not just about training and leveling up.

Even in the most difficult times, some friendships will take root and flourish.

Ye Nantian is calm and composed, and is always the pillar of the team.

Chen Zhenyuan is meticulous and plans the entire operation.

Ge Yi was a forthright and boisterous man whose laughter could lift the roof off a barracks.

And then there's Qian Yue, that big, goofy guy who always has a stern face but secretly helps them treat their wounds.

The five of them would run dungeons and explore secret realms together, and sneak out to drink cheap liquor outside the barracks late at night.

During the legion's rookie martial arts demonstration, the five of them joined forces and were invincible against all the new recruits.

Together they ventured into the perilous Silver Moon Realm, back to back, aiming their blades at the geniuses of various nations and the Silver Moon Queen's avatar.

On the brink of life and death, they became brothers who could entrust their backs to each other, and close friends who could talk about anything.

Wang Cang's strength also grew rapidly during these years of fighting side by side.

As their rank and strength increased, so did their military rank.

On the day he was promoted to Saint and appointed as the deputy commander of the Azure Dragon Army, he stood on the high command platform, looking down at the young or mature faces below.

But his gaze was fixed on the four familiar figures in the crowd.

They smiled at him, winked at him, and Ge Yi even gave him the middle finger.

Wang Cang also smiled.

That period was one of the few shining days in his life.

He has already reached the pinnacle of sainthood, and is only one step away from the realm of demigod.

……

That day, the military issued its highest directive.

The four elite legions of Shenxia—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—are all mobilized, their target: the Heavenly Feather Plane.

All for him, to obtain the core materials necessary for advancing to demigod status.

That battle was so fierce that the sky darkened.

The native inhabitants of the Tianyu plane are incredibly powerful, and the entire plane is filled with malice towards living beings from the outside world.

The legion paid a heavy price, their blood staining the skies of that foreign land.

At the height of the battle, an attack powerful enough to destroy a demigod locked onto Wang Cang.

He had just killed an enemy leader, and his old strength was exhausted while new strength had not yet been generated.

There's no way to avoid it.

"Wang Cang!"

A shout ripped through the clamor of the battlefield.

He turned around abruptly and saw Qian Yue's back like a burning shooting star, standing resolutely in front of him.

The blinding light engulfed everything.

They won that battle.

He obtained the materials for advancing to demigod status.

But Qian Yue's remains were never found.

He stood before the tombstone erected for the fallen soldiers for a very long time.

The cheers of his comrades, the glory of the legion, and the hope of promotion seemed far away from him.

He poured three glasses of wine himself.

A toast to heaven and earth.

A cup of tribute to the heroic spirit.

He poured the last cup in front of himself.

After returning from the Tianyu Plane, he submitted an application to his superiors, volunteering to join the Night Watch and head to Kunlun Ruins.

That place, once the refuge of his obsession and hatred, has now become a prison where he has exiled himself.

He guarded Kunlunxu for a full sixty years.

……

Sixty years of trials and tribulations are enough to turn a passionate young man into a silent old man.

Alone with just a pipe, he guarded that long defensive line. Under his formidable reputation, the foreign tribes of Kunlun Ruins dared not cross the line.

He wanted countless times to fight his way through the entire plane to avenge his father and the countless heroic souls who lay buried there.

However, he couldn't do it.

A demigod's power is sufficient to defend, but not enough to conquer.

He was stuck before reaching the Origin level; that insurmountable barrier left him with no hope.

Time passed by in the daily waiting and perseverance, and the flame in his heart gradually turned into embers that would not be extinguished, but could not be burned.

Until... that little guy named Gu Xu appeared.

That name, like a thunderclap, shattered the long-silent sky of Shenxia.

He single-handedly saved Beichuan City.

He single-handedly defeated three saints and three quasi-saints of the Sakura Kingdom.

The young man's growth rate was unbelievably fast. He was like a dazzling comet, trailing a long flame that illuminated the entire night sky of Shenxia.

Ultimately, it was that same young man who pulled him out of his sixty-year shackles.

Source level.

When he stepped into that long-awaited realm, when he personally crushed the plane that had taken his father's life.

He felt that the heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart for nearly a hundred years had finally been lifted.