Five years passed—a duration neither long nor short.
Today marked a historic turning point for the Cultivation Mainland. Countless sharp whistles pierced the air like thunder, as figures streaked across the sky like bolts of lightning. From a distance, there were hundreds of thousands of them. The sheer scale of the force was immense, yet it could not hide the grim determination of those who had come prepared to die.
Ye Long stood at the rear of the crowd, murmuring to himself:
"Speak not of titles or noble rank; a general's success is paved with ten thousand bones."
Chapter 537