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Kill!
The torrential rain could hardly wash away the blood-soaked battlefield. Both sides, driven by the belief in life and death, relentlessly charged at Mistake. Not a single person sought to retreat or escape; they were destined to face their fate, perhaps even the ultimate conclusion.
Every soldier charging toward the Nine Nether Army knew they had been abandoned. Yet, as Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, said, behind them waited those who hoped for their return—family, friends, classmates, and comrades.
Even if they were destined to remain there tomorrow, even if no one could survive to go back, even if they faced death head-on, they could not allow Mistake to trample on the people they wished to protect or the land they sought to defend.
Were they heroes?
Zhang Liuyuan, entangled with Wen Shiren, couldn't help but think of this.
At that moment, he occasionally found time to assist the Eastern soldiers in breaking Yi Dong's siege, which made Zhang Liuyuan feel that Wen Shiren underestimated him. It was hard to suppress the reality of Oil Lu Town Soul Formula, making Wen Shiren's defense increasingly difficult.
A seal was formed as Wen Shiren raised the Ren Huang Shield, sending ripples through the air. The once vibrant yellow shield now appeared dimmer; it seemed that soon it would be completely shattered.
What is a hero?
Each person had their own belief associated with the word "hero." Tomorrow, Wen Shiren would understand.
Those in Yan Dong who knew they were undoubtedly facing death still surged forward with fervent passion toward the enemy lines; they were heroes in their hearts.
Wen Shiren thought of his own father, who died in the war between Lu State and Jin State. He remembered his mother laboring tirelessly at the candle stand, mending clothes. He thought of his brother who stole food for him and how he managed to enter the academy and reach Spring Pavilion with his sister.
There was a time when he longed for someone to appear before him and take away all that pain; perhaps he had always yearned for a hero in his heart.
Tomorrow, Wen Shiren would be at Minghong. Heroes do not always stand before you; Coco had initially been buried in the green mountains, without even a name—Liu Dong.
After entering the academy, he had always thought about using his own strength to save those who shared similar experiences. But had he truly done anything?
Since stepping onto the Immortal Path, he had not encountered that world which had always existed but was never acknowledged by cultivators.
It felt as if a voice within Fate was telling him that he, Wen Shiren, was no longer a cultivator; he had become a Homeless Poor Kid, destined to seek the title of Master of Countless Fates, never to return to that desolate environment again.
In his eyes, even mentioning the word Secular made him feel lowly in the eyes of others.
As if he were unworthy.
Coming from two worlds, it was never as distant as he had imagined; living quietly in the mountains, while those people exchanged their lives for his; something he had long forgotten—his initial ideals.
Crack!
The crisp sound of shattering pulled Wen Shiren's thoughts back to reality.
The Ren Huang Shield, which had protected him for decades, finally reached its limit against a relentless assault from an Early Stage Transformation God Strongman.
That man looked at him as if questioning what he could use to block his Oil Lu Town Soul Formula, daring him to underestimate the Transcendent Practitioner.
Seeing Zhang Liuyuan's ferocious expression, Wen Shiren let out a soft sigh.
He could never understand what kind of experiences could make a cultivator become so indifferent to life, even when countless vibrant lives fell before him without evoking any response. Now, he could somewhat grasp this.
Wen Shiren was unaware that, unconsciously, he had sensed the truth that had allowed the sect to endure for thousands of years.
Very few could perceive the secrets hidden behind the word "unity."
Speaking of useless matters, I wonder if anyone would come to save me?
If I am wronged, it shouldn't require anyone to rescue me.
Wen Shi lightly swung his leg, and his robe suddenly expanded immensely, crashing down towards Zhang Liuyuan. The powerful attack broke through the clouds and struck the Nine Nether Battlefield below, forcing Zhang Liuyuan to actively intercept that blow.
On the ground, soldiers suddenly felt a shadow looming overhead. When they looked up, they clearly saw in each of their eyes the faces that had spoken gentle words to them over the past days. Among many soldiers from various factions, perhaps they did not recognize Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, or had never seen the Night Emperor. Yet every one of them could shout out Wen Shiren's name upon seeing him.
Everyone knew that he was the one who cared for them most earnestly on the battlefield—the cultivator named Wen Shiren.
Si Dongli remarked that if there were to be titles granted to every cultivator and official, Wen Shiren would undoubtedly deserve the greatest credit and should be crowned as a king.
Thus, Wen Shiren gained another title among those soldiers: Wen Hou.
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