Several cars drove along the road.
Chen Shouyi sat in the back seat. Countless heavy-duty trucks stretched along the road like a long dragon, kicking up thick clouds of dust.
"The area on the other side has been reconnoitered repeatedly. The climate is suitable, and it's rich in resources. So far, we haven't found any barbarians living there. These are the first supplies being transported over, including food, books, and clothes. We're making preparations in advance," an accompanying officer explained at the right moment.
He belonged to the military's younger generation, unlike the old guard among the higher-ups. Most had taken up martial arts when they were young and possessed considerable personal strength. Those who were older had long since become unsuitable for practicing martial arts, and had lost their enthusiasm for it as well.
Though divine blood and Divine Marrow could improve one's physical fitness, there were no shortcuts when it came to technique and combat awareness.
A true martial artist, who honed every sort of killing technique day after day and year after year, could unleash four or five times his physical strength with every move. Such a person was nothing like those fake martial artists.
Often, a Great Martial Artist—or even a veteran martial artist—could kill one.
"If... the situation gets worse, how many people will have to migrate?" Chen Shouyi asked.
"Zhonghai has prepared enough food and supplies to feed ten million people for a year. But in practice, those without a martial artist's physical fitness will have to be left behind," the officer replied.
Chen Shouyi nodded, his heart heavy.
Martial Apprentices could barely get around in the other world. Only those at the martial artist level or above could move freely. And evacuating to the other world wouldn't be the end of it. They