Wu Er's previously anxious heart was finally put at ease. It seemed that everything was alright. The demon race had retreated, which meant that he could return to Zhongzhou.

That's what I thought in my heart, but things didn't go as planned.

Although the demon saint of the demon race has left, the immortal of the human race has not yet left.

The immortal from the Hunyuan Sect was still flying in the sky, surrounded by light, looking down at the crowd below.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"Human cultivators, heed my command!"

At the command, the voice reached everyone's ears.

Everyone who heard this voice was filled with awe, and Wu Er was no exception.

The voice wasn't pleasant to hear, but it gave people a sense of irresistible power.

Perhaps... this is what immortals are like.

"I beseech the decree of the immortals!"

Since the immortal has spoken, those below will naturally agree.

Most of those who agreed were disciples of the Hunyuan Sect, as well as people from the other two major sects.

Wu Er did not respond, nor did he want to.

All he wants now is to return to Zhongzhou and leave this place of trouble.

Some even regretted taking on the mission in the first place, preferring to use fewer resources rather than stay in this place for even half an hour.

The celestial being in the sky said, "All human cultivators, regardless of whether they belong to a sect large or small, or are independent cultivators, shall remain in the Eastern Wilderness to prepare for war. Anyone who deserts will be severely punished!"

The sound reverberated in the air, giving Wu Er a jolt.

What does this mean? Forced conscription?!

The immortal's orders are almost impossible to disobey, so it seems I won't be going to the Central Plains and will have to stay in this dangerous Eastern Wilderness...