"Quick! Carry the wounded soldiers away!"
"Move faster! Clear the rubble beneath the walls first!"
"Wah... Father, we survived..."
After their brief cheers, the survivors were dragged back to reality by the chaotic aftermath before their eyes.
Although Zhongyang Pass had held and the monsters had been destroyed, settling the refugees, the food shortage, and repairing the ruined fortifications... all remained troublesome problems.
Si Chen watched the mortals below, somewhat chaotic yet brimming with life once more, without a word.
"Brother." Just then, a call came from beside him.
Si Ming had changed into a clean white robe from his Storage Ring and slowly walked over to Si Chen.
Following his brother's example, he turned his gaze toward the mortals bustling amid the ruins below.
"...What exactly were those monsters?"
After a moment's hesitation, Si Ming finally voiced the question weighing on his heart. "The records of the Lower Realm have never mentioned such things. There aren't even any similar descriptions."
"Could those monsters..." A vague suspicion had already formed in his mind.
Si Chen turned to look at his younger brother and sighed softly.
"You guessed right. This calamity came from... the Immortal Realm."
"The Immortal Realm?!"
Si Ming's pupils contracted sharply.
To any cultivator, the words "Immortal Realm" represented the supreme holy land, the ultimate pursuit of all who cultivated.
Those things really had something to do with the Immortal Realm?
Si Chen nodded. "It's... a mess left over from ancient times."
"It involves more than just the Immortal Realm. The Demon Realm is entangled in it, and even the other Demon Realm."
Si Ming froze.
The Immortal Realm, the Demon Realm, the other Demon Realm... such terms were far too distant for a Nascent Soul sword cultivator from the Lower Realm.
Seeing his reaction, Si Chen did