After hearing all that, Li Tianming could only say that at least he had kept his life!
But with things as they stood, it was basically impossible for him to keep freeloading on the Primordial Chaos Mansion's resources and inheritances.
"With the Primordial Chaos Mansion's current decision, they haven't completely blocked my path, but turning things around has become far too difficult. My likely fate from here on out is to become cannon fodder in the war against the bandits?"
The Tianyuan Camp was for training and assessment, while the Four Symbols Primordial Chaos Army fought real cosmic wars—battles to the death. The former was a greenhouse; the latter, an Asura battlefield!
At Li Tianming's infant-like age, he was already in the youngest age bracket even at the Tianyuan Camp. Once he went to that battlefield, he would be facing the most elite powerhouses of the entire Divine Tomb Throne. How was he supposed to survive?
As for earning merit and building a career, that was an even bigger joke. The war at the heart of the Divine Tomb Throne was not something a single youth like him could influence. After all, this was not Xuanting, and Li Tianming had no sentient lines here...
In any case, the situation was utterly dreadful.
He had not quite fallen to the bottom of the abyss, but he was close enough.
From soaring to the heavens in a single step with a boundless future ahead of him, to becoming frontline cannon fodder—it had happened in the blink of an eye. Even Li Tianming felt a tremendous gap in his heart, and he cursed inwardly for ages.
"The most disgusting part is that when they publicize this, they still want to preserve my positive image of voluntarily requesting to join the war after receiving