Just three days after the Human Race's great victory.
The Demon Domain flew into a rage and tore up the agreement.
Six mountain lords joined forces to attack Demon-Suppressing Pass, inflicting countless casualties! A corner of the pass's wall was shattered.
Zhong Yushu was gravely injured.
Sun Yingxiong came from a thousand miles away to reinforce them.
The entire leadership of Ink Academy mobilized, along with all the nearby provinces, barely managing to halt the attack.
But...
More than thirty Sixth Awakening fighters died in battle.
Four Seventh Awakening fighters died, and five were gravely injured.
Yet the Demon Clan was still itching to move. Several mountain lords continued to linger near Demon-Suppressing Pass, ready to strike again at any moment.
For a time, pressure spread.
It was as though the end of the world had come.
It was also on this day.
In a wheat field in an ordinary stretch of countryside, two children were playing while an old, dark-skinned farmer watched them with a smile, a tobacco pipe between his lips.
His smile was simple and honest.
"Time to go..."
Gazing into the distance, the old farmer took two puffs on his pipe and exhaled wisps of smoke. Amid the curling smoke, a trace of reminiscence lingered in his eyes.
He rose gently.
Hanging his pipe casually at his waist, his trouser legs rolled up, he followed the path between the fields, walking farther and farther away.
A matronly woman stood beside the thatched cottage, watching the old man's departing back. Her eyes instantly reddened.
A long time passed.
Perhaps tired from playing, the children ran to the doorway. They looked at the woman, then around them, somewhat puzzled.
"Mom, where's Grandpa?"
With her back to the children, the woman wiped the tears from the corners of her