Volume 3, Chapter 16 If the king can go, I can go too.

They knew in their hearts that Ye Tingmu would never lie to them, even if what Ye Tingmu said was too absurd for them.

After their inner self-sorting and digestion, they also have a preliminary understanding and knowledge of everything.

In ancient times, Changhe had a battle with the Eternal Immortal Realm. In that battle, the ancestor god died, and the world spirit also died.

That battle was also the main reason for the destruction of the ancient gods. To a certain extent, the battle between Changhe and Eternal Fairyland ended with Changhe's defeat.

However, Changhe was not defeated in the true sense. At the last moment, the boundary spirits and the ancestral gods set up a large formation, cutting off the connection between Changhe and the Eternal Immortal Realm and the boundary sea.

For tens of millions of years, Ye Tingmu's sister, Guanqi, has been stationed in the Sea of Boundary, guarding the Changhe River and resisting the counterattack of the Eternal Immortal Realm...

In short, to put it simply, the people of the Eternal Immortal Realm want to kill all living beings in the Changhe Realm. It's that simple.

The Sword Master's trip to the Sea of Boundaries was not only to look for his sister to watch the chess game, but also mainly because the Great Wall in the Sea of Boundaries was about to expire, some kind of energy was about to be exhausted, and the aliens from the Eternal Fairyland were about to break through.

Therefore, the main purpose of crossing the sea boundary this time is to stop the enemy outside the sea boundary.

It is definitely impossible for them to fully accept all of this in a short period of time. Everything requires a process of digestion.

But they also understood that this trip to the sea boundary was just as Ye Tingmu said, not for the purpose of expanding territory, but for conquest.

An expedition that originally did not have much meaning to them, but unexpectedly it was for the future of the Three Days Land.

In a strict sense, this is a great thing for the continuation of life in the Changhe world.

They are all disciples of the Sword Sect. The first motto of the Sword Sect is to protect all people in the world and bring peace and prosperity.

This is engraved in their bones and what they want to pursue.

So even at this moment, they knew that the enemy they were facing was an existence that even the ancient gods had been defeated.

But they still had no fear, and still had no intention of quitting. Instead, their beliefs became even stronger, and some of them even had their blood boiling.

Going to fight against the enemy that the gods had never defeated before was destined to make them go down in history. If they were lucky enough to win, it would mean that they would create a long and prosperous era that would surpass the ancient times.

As the leader, Ye Tingmu felt a little relieved after blurting out everything. He told everything to the three thousand soldiers and also to the millions of people in the Sword Sect, which was equivalent to announcing the matter thoroughly in Changhe.

He restored the broken memories to the people of the world and told them that they had a very powerful enemy.

They don't need to know what a true spirit is, nor do they need to know what the divine universe is. He only needs to tell them that their enemy is the strongest in this starry sky, and that is enough.

When they knew the existence of such an enemy, he believed that even after he left for three days, the practitioners would still spur themselves on to become stronger. Similarly, they would have a common enemy, which was the Eternal Immortal Realm.

Finally, after a brief silence, Ye Tingmu spoke again, and this time he gave them the right to choose.

"This journey is destined to be filled with dense thorns, corpses strewn across the fields, and rivers of blood. Nine out of ten people will die. We are about to face powerful Immortal Lords, immortals above the Immortal Lords. I give you the right to choose. If you do not wish to go with me, you may withdraw. I, Ye Tingmu, will not say anything, so please tell me your choice."

At this moment, in the eyes of millions of people, the protagonist here was no longer Ye Tingmu, but the three thousand emperors.

Their eyes were focused there, on the three major camps on the three warships.

People who know the truth know very well what it means to go. It means never returning and dying in a foreign land. So this is not a simple decision. For them, it is a choice between life and death.

So they really want to know how these emperors, their ancestors, teachers, relatives... will make their choices.

The three thousand emperors did not show any fear. They looked at Ye Tingmu with bright eyes. Their leader was standing there. They once thought that he entered the sea of ​​boundaries only for his own selfish reasons.

But even so, they were willing to follow him.

But now they realized how ridiculous and narrow-minded their thoughts were, using their narrow hearts to speculate on his greatness.

And now they knew what a great thing their leader, their sword master, their king was going to do.

They were fighting to protect the long river and for the benefit of all people in the world. He was fearless and neither were they.

“Oh my god, let alone the Immortal King, even if the gods come, what can they do?”

"In order to protect the countless lives of the Changhe River from the ravages of war, I am willing to go."

"I am willing to use my remaining body to add a brick to that city. I, Du Tian, will never coexist with the alien race."

"If the king goes, I can go too..."

"Brother, you once said that loyal people are buried everywhere in the green mountains, so why should we return home wrapped in horsehide..."

"Since ancient times, everyone has died. Why should I be afraid of death? For the Changhe River and the Sword Ancestor, I will have no regrets even if I die nine times..."

Their tone was passionate, some were heroic, some were tragic, but without exception, not a single one of the 3,000 people chose to retreat.

They made their choice without any hesitation and told Ye Tingmu the answer.

They go, even if they die nine times, they will not regret it.

Ye Tingmu was somewhat relieved, and he also felt admiration in his heart.

In his life, he only admired two types of people. One was the loyal person, who was willing to die for his loyalty.

The other type is the brave, who are willing to die for the greater good without hesitation.

In his opinion, the three thousand emperors in front of him were not only loyal, but also brave. Such people should be enshrined in the Taimiao for three days and receive incense in the world.

Similarly, being able to fight, charge, and battle with such a person, even if the enemy is very strong, he feels there is nothing to be afraid of.

He believed that they would win, and even if he really died, his life would be worth it to be able to fight alongside them and have their loyalty.

His breathing became a little rapid, and his fists clenched unconsciously. An inexplicable feeling surged from the bottom of his heart. He could not remember how long it had been since he had felt so excited.

He spoke again, looking at the Three Thousand Emperors.

"You may never come back from this trip. Are you really not afraid?"

Three thousand people also looked at him and cheered.

"If I can never come back, then I will come back..."