Fortunately, This Is My Hometown

A Wall...

Within the Immortal-Banishing Sword Array, the land had been left riddled with holes by a great battle. The ground had sunk deep, and blades of grass appeared especially incongruous across the battlefield strewn with severed limbs.

Pure Immortal Maiden sat upon a floating lotus petal. Ten meters below the lotus leaf stood a man bracing himself against the ground with a long halberd. His body was covered in wounds. Even trying to stand, he had to hunch over and lean on the halberd. Blood seeped from the split webbing of his hand as he gripped the weapon tightly, trickling down its shaft.

The Blood Moon and the hues of the sword array made even the swirling dust look bewitchingly sinister.

The man struggled to raise his head.

As Southern Border cultivators stationed at the foremost line against the immortals' invasion, they had to prevent the immortals from scouting the situation. With the border spanning such vast territory, their only option was for each of them to guard the area within the reach of their Divine Sense, calling for fellow cultivators the instant an immortal appeared.

Even knowing they could not hold the line, they still had to delay with all their might until their comrades' Divine Sense locked onto the immortal, using their lives to provide every scrap of intelligence.

Over the past dozen years, hundreds of thousands of cultivators at the front had died merely to provide intelligence, while the immortals they had slain numbered only a little over twenty.

And today...

Blood ran from the man's lips as he arduously lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes still fixed fiercely upon Pure Immortal Maiden.

Naturally, he had no idea who this immortal before him was. All he knew was that, today, more than a decade later, he