Six people, four men and two women, whose faces were once so familiar, now look almost exactly the same as in their memories.

Here, they don't have their own names, they are only called the eldest, the second eldest, the third eldest, the fourth eldest, the fifth eldest, the sixth eldest, and the seventh eldest.

The third and sixth and seventh children are girls, while the rest are boys.

Haotian looked at them...

Each of them looked at Haotian with burning passion, but also with a hint of inexplicable sadness.

Time flew by, and it felt like they had returned to the past.

After chatting for a long time, Haotian slowly looked up at the horizon.

It's getting late, time to get going...

Among them were Xiao Qi, three of whom were True Immortals, and the rest were all Mid-level Immortals.

The third brother was once a true immortal, but due to madness and amnesia, his cultivation level dropped to that of a mid-level immortal.

Since they were injured, disabled, or lost their memories, Xiao Qi has silently taken on everything, including caring for them and searching for a cure.

Perhaps, apart from the will of Heaven, no one knows how much suffering Xiao Qi has endured. Clearly... she has always been that little girl who knows nothing, is clumsy at everything, and loves to cry, yet the final burden fell on her shoulders.

They quickly divided into pairs: the eldest and the fourth went to the south; the second and the sixth went to the north; the third and the fifth went to the west; and the seventh insisted on going to the east alone.

Because the East is like the back of the human race for the demon race, it cannot be ruled out that other alien races in the East want to attack the human race from both sides.

We could be attacked by enemies from all sides.

As always, they took care of themselves without needing the Haotian Organization, making things as easy for others as ever.

As the sun set, they were about to set off.

Haotian suddenly called out to them.

"Take this with you. If you can't win, run back... and find me."

As soon as he finished speaking, under their bloodshot eyes, seven strands of hair as white as snow fell in front of them.

As always.

Their white hair formed a warm white ring around their wrists.

Their eyes were red as they looked at the white rings on their wrists. In past battles, Haotian had given them white rings several times, and these white rings had saved their lives countless times.

Now... everything seems the same as before.

They left.

They all left in a hurry, their noses red and sore, as if they were all afraid of bursting into tears at any moment.

They headed to... the front lines of the formidable pass.

...

The first formidable pass in the West.

Some people were wearing armor and rubbing their precious blades, while others were dressed in rags and had unshaven beards but clung tightly to their swords. However, most people were lying on the ground, some receiving treatment, while others were quietly waiting for treatment.

It was so quiet it was almost unbelievable, it could even be described as silent.

Among the wounded in the area, most had minor injuries, with the most serious being a severed arm.

Why wasn't there any serious injury?

Those who were seriously injured... had already self-destructed on the battlefield while clinging to the demons.

They were people from various factions near the human stronghold.

Some came from mortal dynasties, and some from immortal cultivation sects.

The least powerful among them are the people of the Human King's Palace.

In the past, the people of the Human King's Palace were all recuperating and building up their strength, first taking down these people from other forces to weaken the Demon Clan's fighting power.

No...

The people of the Human King's Palace... are either fighting on the battlefield or dying on the battlefield.

They were among the first to join the battle. Their conviction told them to protect humanity and the fortress, even if it meant death, they would take the demons down with them.

This is not a minor skirmish, nor is it simply harassment at the border.

It was a real war, a war of life and death between two races.

Whether human or demon, they all fought with the determination to exterminate their race.

A middle-aged man, dressed in rags and with a stubble beard, squatted by the wall, clutching the sword in his hand tightly.

His eyes were glazed over, ever since he saw that golden light.

He is attaining enlightenment.

That dazzling golden light allowed him to see... an improvement in his swordsmanship.

However, no one protected him, because... everyone was preoccupied with killing the enemy. If it weren't for orders, the medical teams would have rushed out to destroy the demon long ago.

Here, there's something similar to military merit; they call it... Demon Slaying Value.

Demon-slaying points can be exchanged for a considerable amount of resources and cultivation techniques, all of which are contributed by the top forces within the thirteen domains.

The people here have already made their wills. If someone unfortunately dies, their will will be sealed. If the great war is won, the will will be completed. If the human race is defeated... then they will turn into dust along with the human race.

Every day, many people join the war and come here.

The highest level of the war is the Lower Immortal, while the Middle Immortal and True Immortal are mutually restraining.

Mid-level immortals often intervene in battles, but their primary focus is on rescuing people; the real battlefield for mid-level and true immortals has not yet been established.

Because neither side... has arrived yet.

Suddenly, the ragged, unshaven middle-aged man stood up abruptly.

An unprecedented light flashed in his eyes.

He understood.

He knew he had only grasped the basics, but feeling the power within him, he couldn't wait to break through the formidable pass.

His cultivation level is... Lower Immortal.

The moment he stepped onto the battlefield, he was instantly locked onto by three lower-level immortals of the demon race.

He drew his sword...

A pale golden sword light suddenly slashed out.

The sword's edge flashed and disappeared in an instant, yet its sharpness was unstoppable!

With a single sword strike, he cleaved three demons who were at the lower immortal level. At the same time, the priceless sword in his hand instantly shattered and vanished.

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