Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

Mr. Mo's gaze was distant, as if piercing through endless years: "Forty years ago, the three great demon emperors of the Northern Desert joined forces, driving a million demon soldiers and monsters to attack Shenwu Pass, intending to break through the pass and head south in one fell swoop."

"That battle lasted seven days and seven nights. The walls of the pass changed hands several times, and rivers of blood flowed. In the final moment, General Yang emerged alone from the pass and, amidst a vast army, slew three great demon emperors!"

"This turned the tide of the battle, forced back the demon army, saved Shenwu Pass, and protected the hundreds of millions of people within the pass."

Three demon kings were slain in succession!

The trainees gasped, their gazes towards the old man instantly filled with awe.

What a glorious achievement, what an earth-shattering level of cultivation!

"But that battle also burned away General Yang's original essence, depleting all of it. From then on, his cultivation was completely ruined, his foundation collapsed, and he was reduced to a mortal body, with his lifespan greatly reduced."

Mr. Mo's voice lowered, filled with endless regret, "The imperial court wanted to bestow honors upon him and bring him back to Chang'an to live a life of luxury, but he refused them all."

He said that his soul, his roots, and all his relatives had remained in Shenwu Pass. He wanted to stay here, watching over the pass walls and those who came after him, until the day he closed his eyes.

Having lost all his cultivation and reduced to a mortal body, he willingly remained in this harsh and dangerous border region, becoming an unknown old soldier...

All the sense of superiority, all the resentment, melted away at this moment, like ice and snow under the sun.

Instead, they felt a deep sense of shame and heartfelt reverence.

Even Shen Lian's crimson eyes revealed a solemn expression. He silently sheathed his sword and bowed to the old man's back.

Chu Yunhe also put away all his arrogance, his expression becoming solemn, while Wu Yu, Yu Ling'er, and the others had red eyes.

Seemingly sensing the gaze directed at him, the old man stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around. His eyes were somewhat cloudy, but they held a heartwarming power.

He didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly in this direction, a faint smile appearing on his face.

At that moment, all the trainees were deeply shaken, and a surge of emotion rushed to their eyes.

"Salute!" Liu Hongyan's cool voice rang out.

wow——

All the trainees instinctively straightened their backs and bowed to the white-haired, powerless old general who stood firm at the border like a pillar of strength.

That was the highest respect the young people could show to their elders.

The old general looked at them, his smile deepening slightly. He nodded again, then turned around and continued his unsteady gait towards the next place where he was needed.

His figure, amidst the chaos and clamor of the pass, appeared so small yet so towering, as if he had merged into the wall of heroes inscribed with their names.

Liu Hongyan nodded to the veteran: "Take care, sir. We're leaving now." After saying that, she looked at Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo remained silent, gazing towards the northern city wall with a somewhat dazed expression.

"Let's go." Mr. Mo withdrew his gaze, took a sip of his wine, and said calmly.

"Everyone, follow! Evacuate immediately!" Liu Hongyan ordered.

The trainees had no choice but to turn around and walk quickly back the way they came, with the increasingly urgent bugle calls behind them.

Shen Lian gripped his knife, turned back and stared intently at the city wall, his eyes filled with resentment, but in the end he turned around without a word and followed the group.

Li Yuan walked in the group, turned around again, his gaze sweeping over the silent wall of heroes, and then looking towards the city wall where the sounds of battle were deafening.

War, it turns out, is so close.

Everyone walked silently, their hearts heavy, as if filled with something, or as if hollowed out.

On the return journey in the carriage, the atmosphere was heavy. An almost frozen silence filled the air.

No one spoke. Even the most lively Yu Ling'er hugged her knees and stared blankly at the desolate scenery rushing past the car window.

Wu Yu lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Li Yuan remained silent.

In his previous life, as a soldier, he had witnessed many sacrifices and understood dedication.

But the presence of a figure like General Yang and his extraordinary choices still had a tremendous impact on him.

A powerful being who has entered the Dao realm could have lived a carefree life in the world and been revered by all, but at the height of their glory, they chose to burn themselves out to protect the ordinary people behind them, and in the end, they were content with being ordinary and silently watching over others.

What a profound belief and sentiment this is!

He touched the identification plaque in his pocket, his heart surging with passion. The blood of a soldier was awakened once again. At this moment, he was no longer confused and finally found the path he wanted to take in the future.

The bronze palace in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to sense the surging emotions in his heart, and rippled slightly.

The carriage continued on its way, getting further and further away from Shenwu Pass, and the shouts of battle behind them gradually faded into the distance.

But the weight of the wall was like a brand, deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

However, at this very moment, just outside Shenwu Pass, atop a peak shrouded in mist year-round, several figures were gazing at their departing convoy.

The leader, standing a full ten feet tall, was not entirely human but rather a giant wolf standing upright, its body covered in long, silvery-white fur, each hair standing on end and gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.

He had a single horn on his forehead, blood-red eyes, and a terrifying demonic aura emanating from his body; he was clearly a demon emperor!

Its icy gaze pierced through dozens of miles to the carriage.

"Is the news confirmed?" The Silver Blood Wolf King's voice was low and hoarse. "How is that Li Yuan doing?"

"It is indeed level nine..."

Beside her, a woman with a slender figure and an almost otherworldly beauty, dressed in a black tulle dress, spoke softly. She looked no different from a human woman, and even more alluring.

But his eyes were eerie purple vertical pupils, with ghostly green flames leaping deep within them.

"General Tianlei Yuchi Feng killed three of my clan's demon emperors, and Shidai Fanghua Ye Hongyu ruined so many important matters for my holy clan. This Li Yuan must not be allowed to grow stronger."

"What did the Dark Pavilion say?" Silver Blood Wolf King asked.

The woman in black curled her red lips into a cruel smile: "Reporting to the Wolf King, the Dark Pavilion and my subordinates have joined forces and mobilized the most elite Shadow Assassins, a total of twelve, who are most skilled in stealth and assassination."

"They have infiltrated Chang'an in batches, are identifying targets and gathering intelligence, and are just waiting for the right moment to make their move."

The Silver-Blood Wolf King nodded slowly, its scarlet pupils radiating killing intent: "Very good. Tell the Dark Pavilion to kill this brat at all costs!"

"They are permitted to utilize all of the Wolf Clan's hidden agents within Chang'an City. If necessary, they may create chaos and implicate innocent people. All I care about is the outcome."

"Li Yuan must die!"

"Yes, sir!" The woman in black bowed and accepted the order, her vertical pupils flashing with a sinister light.

"Level nine talent..."

"The human race's luck is truly disgustingly stubborn."

The Silverblood Wolf King gazed at the convoy that had become a small black dot in the distance, snorted coldly, and slowly blended into the shadows, disappearing in an instant.

The woman in black also turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the biting cold wind on the mountaintop.

The mountains were silent, as if nothing had ever happened.

Inside the carriage, Li Yuan seemed lost in thought, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Shenwu Pass, but could see nothing but the increasingly distant outline of the pass walls.

He assumed it was just his own restlessness, withdrew his gaze, and continued to immerse himself in his previous thoughts.

They were completely unaware of the deadly danger that was about to befall them.