With his master Beigong Mo's words ringing in his ears, Chen An could not help recalling a sentiment from his previous life that had struck a chord with countless people:
What peaceful years are there? It is only that someone else is carrying the burden forward for you!!!
He had previously learned from Shen Qinglan that this joint examination of the five prefectures was actually meant to select martial artists to head to the Northern Frontier and resist the Ancient Devil Race's invasion.
Though he had kept it in mind at the time, he had not truly taken it to heart.
He had always felt that the Northern Frontier was far from Chengtian Prefecture. No matter how fiercely the Ancient Devil Race's flames of war burned, they could not reach the prosperous heartland of Qing Province.
Those so-called "selections" were merely the imperial court's routine conscription. It would not be the turn of a martial artist like him, one who had only reached the Qi Condensation Realm, to risk his life.
Yet only now, as Beigong Mo spoke word by word of the Northern Frontier's tragic plight, of the terrifying force of three Devil Emperors holding the line, of the stirring tragedy of every disciple under Lin Chenyuan dying in battle, did he truly understand the situation facing the Human Race of the Great Luo Dynasty.
The war between the Human Race of the Northern Frontier and the Ancient Devil Race was likely already at a critical juncture.
If Demon-Breaking Pass, the Human Race's final barrier, were breached, then the entire Great Luo Dynasty—or rather, the Human Race across the Azure Origin Continent—would face rivers of blood and corpses floating like driftwood, with all living things plunged into misery, perhaps even total extinction!!!
Before this, he had thought he still