Immortal Sect Citizens Mobilize

Jiang Ding flew through the sky, gazing down at Clearwind University.

He could not remember how many years it had been since he had returned to his hometown in Banyan City. Dust covered his old home in that residential complex. The people there had long forgotten that a boy had once grown up there. Among hundreds of thousands, there was not a single familiar face. It had become part of history.

Clearwind University occupied an ever greater place in his life, gradually surpassing even his hometown.

In the past, his feelings toward Whitebrow True Person and the Seven Feathers Sect had been hazy, something he had not deeply understood.

Now, he had personally experienced this new attachment.

Within the seemingly ordinary plants, trees, mountains, and stones of a sect gate were entrusted a Golden Core cultivator's entire lifetime of emotions and memories. So much laughter and bitter weeping had happened here. Unless it was life or death, it was difficult to let go.

"The little ones are getting nervous too..."

With a single glance, Jiang Ding easily spotted what was different about the campus.

The once relaxed and lively atmosphere was gone. The students passing by—from freshmen who had just entered university to third- and fourth-years—all wore tense expressions and hurried along. Laughter and horseplay had nearly vanished.

Before graduation, they were not subject to the pressure of military service.

Education was fundamental.

So long as the Immortal Sect's homeland was not under attack, schooling had to continue—though only for those below the Golden Core realm.

But their parents, families, friends, and classmates had most likely already been conscripted, joining the military as soldiers and officers at every rank.

The various reserve divisions and skeleton divisions were rapidly being filled out, intensifying their efforts to restore the military formation training