Chen Ang looked at the subordinates around him.
As a fourth-rank Human Path cultivator, he was responsible for this section of the war zone, coordinating the battles below and commanding his subordinates. Occasionally, he would personally take the field and fight the Shamans.
To be honest, these subordinates did not truly meet his standards.
Because they relied on him far too much.
As long as he was there, they could endure misfortune and hardship, persevere without cease, and fight like humans.
But if he disappeared, they would grow cowardly and scatter. If he were absent, then faced with the Shamans' assault, the war would end in less than twenty days, and everyone would be wiped out by the enemy.
They firmly believed that following him forward would surely bring them complete victory.
But—
For a "human," that was simply far too weak.
The so-called Human Path meant that even if only one person remained, they would never lose heart.
Because whether one was on the journey of pursuing the Dao or walking through this world, one was fated to be alone, just like the source of his reality.
Chen Ang had profoundly realized one thing: all living beings were fated to be lonely. Though the Human Path was a Dao Lineage that championed teamwork, every Human Path cultivator understood that the prerequisite for cooperation was that no one could drag the others down.
The journey of pursuing the Dao was bound to be a stretch of darkness. Everyone was like a lone boat upon a pitch-black, storm-tossed sea, constantly drifting and liable to sink at any moment.
This journey through wind and waves was destined to be boundless. No matter how farsighted one was, one could not see the end; no matter how well one remembered lessons, turning back revealed