The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

[Some readers have expressed discomfort with the protagonist's attitude in the previous chapter; this has been revised.]

[For those of you who urged for more updates in the first 600 chapters, if you haven't seen the edits, you can go back and take a look.]

To make up for my mistake, I'm adding an extra chapter today.

"All...all of them are coming back?"

Li Yuan's voice was stuck in his throat.

On the city wall, the swirling snow and wind seemed to be abruptly silenced by those words.

He originally thought that the fact that his senior could pull the five of them back from hell was already an unfathomable feat.

But now, what the elder is talking about is all the Northern Army soldiers who fell in this battle.

These are all the brothers who died in this battle!!

That wasn't just one or two skeletons.

Those are hundreds of thousands of lives!

Those are hundreds of thousands of people who will never be able to go home again!

Li Yuan's fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He glanced down at the area below the city wall.

There were charred bones, torn armor pieces, and snow soaked in blood that had then refreezed.

Among these people, some bodies were still relatively intact.

Some people can't even find their name tags anymore.

Others had already been burned to ashes by the demonic fire.

Li Yuan's knuckles turned white.

He wanted to ask.

Senior, do you know what you're saying?

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back down.

Inside and outside the sky, all sounds ceased for a moment.

The next second, the barrage of comments exploded like a tidal wave, instantly covering the entire screen.

[No, there should be limits to bringing the dead back to life, right?]

At least the remains of Li Yuan and the other four are still intact, and their souls can be said to have been forcibly detained by you using your superior strength.

Since the essence of the soul and body remains, I can somewhat understand resurrection.

But... cough, don't think I'm being rude.

Of the hundreds of thousands of Northern soldiers who died, how many were left with intact skeletons?

Not to mention, souls!

If there truly exist things like the underworld and the Bridge of Helplessness, which were merely legends in ancient times...

So, after all this time, the soldiers have probably all drunk the Meng Po soup and are preparing to be reincarnated, right?

How can this be saved?

Could it be that the Desolate Heavenly Emperor can even retrieve people from the underworld?

【…】

The comments kept scrolling faster and faster.

The voices of doubt almost drowned out the entire sky.

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School, the students who were just chanting "Haoyao Jiujiu" were now subconsciously clenching their fists.

Hundreds of thousands of people have all returned.

These words are too heavy.

It was so heavy that they didn't even dare to shout their expectations too loudly.

Ye Chuhao leaned back in his chair, his eyes still calm.

Xingyao nestled in his arms and secretly glanced up at him.

She did not speak.

She simply tugged at the hem of his clothes with her little hands.

Ye Chuhao noticed her little movement, looked down at her, and smiled.

"What are you afraid of?"

Xingyao's ears turned slightly red, and she gave a stubborn snort.

"I...I'm not afraid."

She said that, but her hands clenched even tighter.

"Class monitor..."

Her voice was very soft.

"Can they really... come back?"

Ye Chuhao looked down at her and smiled.

"Watch."

Just two words.

Xingyao felt inexplicably at peace.

Just then, a comment slowly floated by.

The screen was full of text, then suddenly went blank for a moment.

Brothers... what if, just what if? The Desolate Heavenly Emperor really could rescue people from the underworld?

The chat paused for a moment.

Immediately, everyone gave the highest praise among men.

【Then he's awesome!】

He's awesome!

He's awesome!

On the northern city wall.

Facing countless astonished and suspicious gazes behind him, the golden figure merely chuckled softly.

He spread out his right palm.

A ball of chaotic light slowly emerged in the palm of his hand.

Everyone held their breath at the same time.

Countless gazes were fixed on that ball of chaotic light.

The ball of light was initially only the size of a fist.

But in the next instant, chaos surged.

The sun and moon rise and set.

The Milky Way spreads out.

Mountains and rivers rise abruptly from the ground.

Rivers flow along the lines of the palm.

Flowers and grasses grow in the mountains and fields, and clouds and mist slide down from the mountain peaks.

A complete world slowly took shape in his palm.

The teacher's pupils suddenly contracted.

As a Celestial Realm cultivator, he had witnessed far too many grand scenes.

But at this moment, even my fingertips started to go numb.

"To...build...ruins with bare hands?"

His voice was trembling violently.

This is the term used by the Chinese military.

If it were those old guys from the Taoist sect here, they would probably shout out a different name on the spot.

A world in the palm of your hand.

The teacher's Adam's apple bobbed, and a chill ran down his spine.

He had dealt with too many Guixu and had also been to the outer perimeter of the Guixu source.

But he had never seen anyone who could hold a piece of the Ruins in the palm of their hand.

Moreover, judging from the senior's demeanor, it was as relaxed as casually toying with a chess piece.

"Click—"

A loud bang suddenly came from the sky.

A streak of light appeared in the sky above the northern border.

The entire sky transformed into a curtain of time, perfectly reflecting the current scene of the Northern City.

Li Yuan suddenly looked up.

The next moment, he froze on the spot.

The golden figure pointed in the air with its other hand and casually flicked it backward.

The scene in the sky began to rewind rapidly.

The images on the screen began to reverse.

The splattered blood flowed back into the wound.

The collapsed city bricks were rebuilt.

The roar of death echoed back into the throat against the wind and snow.

The Emperor inquired about the hearts of the people.

Five people were resurrected.

He questioned the emperor about his delay.

The emperor intervened late to save the day.

The old ape was furious.

A bloody battle against the giant ape.

Self-destructing demon wolf.

Scenes flashed by rapidly.

Finally, the scene freezes on the moment when the demon race has amassed a million soldiers, and the northern border is on high alert.

Li Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared intently at the sky.

There, he saw his past self, even his voice was exactly the same.

"Instructor, when will backup arrive?"

In the picture.

At the top of the city wall, Li Yuan looked at Wang Weibing with a serious expression.

Wang Weibing leaned on his cane, but his back was as straight as a long spear.

"The demon race has launched its attack ahead of schedule..."

"I just sent a message to the teachers; they're rushing here..."

"But... it will take at least five hours!"

After those words were spoken, only the sound of the wind remained on the city wall.

Five hours.

But the demonic tide outside the pass has already begun to stir.

In the scene, Li Yuan looked at the densely packed horde of monsters, his lips dry.

"Five... hours, how can I possibly endure that?"

"Bang!"

Wang Weibing slammed his cane heavily against the bricks of the city wall.

"How can we hold on?"

"I'll hold on with my life!!!"

"After the Grandmasters are defeated, the next Grandmasters will take their place!"

"The Grandmasters are done! Now it's the Great Martial Masters' turn!"

"Anyway, Northland City!"

"It can't be broken!!"

Li Yuan took a deep breath and saluted sharply.

"yes!!!"

"Waaah—"

The majestic sound of horns tore through the wind and snow.

The demon race has begun its assault.

Millions of demonic beasts trampled the snowfield, their roars shaking the city walls.

Wang Weibing raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"Everyone...prepare the explosive arrows..."

"Shuashua——"

One by one, the northern warriors drew their bows and nocked their arrows.

The bowstring was drawn to its fullest extent.

A murderous aura pressed down on the city walls, like a string about to snap.

"Zheng—"

Wang Weibing's hand suddenly fell.

But the word "let go" got stuck in his throat.

He stared intently ahead.

A golden figure appeared between the northern border and the charging demon clan.

He had his back to the Northern Border City and faced a million demons.

Then, he raised his hand and flicked his finger.

"Boom—"