Jiang Feng lay lazily atop the dome of the Temple Alliance Grand Trial Grounds, gazing into the boundless night sky.
Night had fallen. The bright moon hung high amid scattered stars, holding endless mysteries.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. We'll win in the end." Beside Jiang Feng, Shangguan Yan stretched, showing off her slender, delicate waist.
Jiang Feng smiled. "There is some pressure, but not enough to crush me."
"I was just thinking that ten years ago, I was only a boy who had just become a demon hunter. I wanted to kill enemies and earn merit, to explore the mysteries of the continent. Now I've somehow risen to these heights. People see me as their savior, the one who will lead humanity into the final holy war against the Demon Race."
"The outcome of a single war will decide the course of the Holy Demon Continent and the future of two races."
Jiang Feng closed his eyes, looking back over the twenty-odd years since he had come to this world. It all felt like a dream.
As someone who had transmigrated, he had always lacked a sense of belonging in this world. He had thought of himself as nothing more than a passerby who might leave at any moment.
Now, however, he had a master, companions and brothers, and people he loved. He had even become humanity's leader, bearing the responsibility of guiding them out of the darkness.
Much of the time, he had already forgotten that he was a transmigrator, thinking of himself simply as a human of the Holy Demon Continent.
Now that he had suddenly remembered his origins, everything felt strangely unreal.
Shangguan Yan lifted Jiang Feng's head and rested it on her lap.
Feeling the remarkable springiness beneath him, Jiang Feng opened his