"Just listening to others talk about it makes my blood boil, and it feels like the blood in my bones is about to burst out of my chest. I also want to fight for the dynasty, to make meritorious contributions, and to earn more rewards, preferably a title or something. My younger brother has already entered the cultivation stage, and I promised to give him a spiritual weapon."
Beside the half-demon sentinel was a pure human sentinel who shook his head helplessly after hearing his companion's words.
The human sentinel cautiously looked around and said, "On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes. With our small bodies, it's better to stay in the fortress. If a major battle breaks out, we probably won't even be able to withstand a single enemy charge."
"Not to mention the terrifying power of those great cultivators. I once witnessed a Manifestation cultivator in action; when he released his Dharma Form, it connected heaven and earth, as if he held the entire world in his hands. With a single punch, a thousand-foot-tall mountain instantly collapsed—it was terrifying beyond measure."
The human sentinel spoke, his body still trembling slightly, his pupils shaking violently.
He wasn't lying; that nightmarish scene kept replaying in his mind, especially at night, often making it difficult for him to sleep.
The seemingly insignificant aura emanating from a powerful spiritual cultivator can feel like a mountain crashing down on a weak person, leaving behind a lifelong inner demon.
Therefore, witnessing a battle between someone far stronger than oneself when one is weak is not necessarily a good thing.
His companion's words startled the half-demon sentinel, causing him to grip his weapon tighter. Just as he was about to say something, his ears twitched and his pupils contracted sharply.
The half-demon sentry immediately dropped to the ground, but the human sentry next to him kicked him and whispered, "Are you crazy? Get up! If the commander sees this, he'll whip you half to death!"
"Shh... don't make a sound!" But the half-demon sentinel ignored his companion, listened for a moment, and then quickly took out his trumpet and began to play it.
A sharp alarm sounded immediately, and the entire border fortress went on high alert.
One after another, weapons of war roared out of the warehouse.
Golden Core Realm commander, radiating a powerful aura, rose into the air and arrived beside the half-demon sentinel.
"Was it you who sounded the alarm?"
The commander, clad in red scale armor, appeared quite young, possessing an imposing presence and noble bearing, clearly indicating an extraordinary background.
"Yes." The half-demon sentinel nodded slightly.
"What have you discovered?" The commander did not underestimate this sentry who had just entered the Spirit Refining Refinement stage.
"My ears have detected the enemy."
"Ears?" The commander tilted his head and looked at them, a knowing glint in his eyes.
"Do you have the bloodline of the Monkey Clan from the Jiuyuan Realm within you?"
"Yes."
"Hmm." The commander nodded slightly, said no more to the sentries, and began to set up the fortress defenses.
It was dusk, and the sun had almost completely set, leaving only a faint red glow at the horizon.
Time slipped away, bit by bit.
At a certain moment, a very faint, crisp sound, like a snap, drifted on the night breeze.
At that moment, the sky completely darkened, Nightfall fell, and the wind still howled and whistled through the fields.
A sense of danger lurked in the cool breeze, seeping in silently like a tide.
At this moment, any soldier with even a slightly keen sense of perception felt a chill run down their spine, sensing an imminent danger.
"Alert!!"
"Situation alert! All personnel on high alert!!"
Several sentries were the first to sound a sharp alarm.
One by one, the spiritual cultivators of the Great Yi Dynasty gripped their weapons tightly, their spiritual power surging within them, ready to unleash it at any moment.
Rumble!!
Almost simultaneously, the earth trembled violently, cracks suddenly appeared, the wilderness split open, and from them emerged various kinds of spirit beasts.
The dark figure leaped up from the ground with a sudden, thunderous roar, and pounced forward with unparalleled ferocity.
"Spirit beasts?! Hmph, kill them!"
A cold snort boomed through the fortress shrouded in night, filled with menacing intent.
At the same time, a miniature sun slowly rose, casting its Radiance.
The gloomy sky turned bright and magnificent.
Light descends.
Streams of flame fell from the miniature sun, crashing into the surging tide of shadows rushing forward.
Roar!!
Wild, untamed roars rose and fell.
Bathed in light, thousands of spirit beasts surged forth from the cracked cavern.
The flames fell among the beasts, causing widespread casualties, but they were unable to completely halt the momentum of the attack.
The red-armored commander, however, showed no surprise and calmly issued his orders.
Thanks to the early warning from the half-demon sentinels, the entire border fortress was prepared in advance and, under the calm command of the Red Armor Commander, transformed into a war machine, roaring into operation.
The thousand spiritual soldiers each performed their duties, and with a small force, they managed to withstand an attack from an enemy several times their size.
It caused considerable casualties.
Several hours passed.
Realizing that the fortress was difficult to breach, a majestic roar resounded from the heart of the beast horde.
Immediately, the herd of beasts retreated like a tide.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers inside the fortress immediately broke into genuine smiles on their weary faces.
Cheers filled the desolate night.
A section of the city wall.
The half-demon sentinel did not cheer; he stared blankly, clutching half a mangled corpse.
That was his companion, who had just been torn in half while protecting him from an attack by a tiger-like spirit beast.
Tap! Tap!
The crisp, steady sound of footsteps reached my ears.
The half-demon sentinel looked up and saw his commander, clad in red scale armor, standing before him.
"Interested in becoming my personal guard?"
"... have!"
The half-demon sentinel slowly raised his head. In his eyes, some things had changed, and some things might never change.
Wars like those at this border fortress tonight are frequently occurring in the border region between the Great Yi Dynasty and the Alliance of All Realms.
The frequent and brutal battles between the two sides gave rise to many geniuses.
This included the red-armored commander.
Due to his outstanding military achievements and exceptional talent, the Red Armor Commander was recommended to serve in the Yulin Army of Tianfu City in the Mingguang Realm.
Of course, this had absolutely nothing to do with his father, who was a captain in the Yulin Army.
As the personal guard of the Red Armor Commander, the half-demon sentinel, who was highly valued by him, was also taken to Tianfu City.
They traveled across the distant Great Void in a flying boat, traversing space countless times along the way. It took them more than a year to finally arrive at the realm beyond, which is now known by countless beings in the Mortal Realm as the Mingguang Upper Realm.