Chapter 1141: Eight Hundred Years Later

Time flows slowly.

Time flows like running water; one hundred years pass;

Another hundred years pass;

Another hundred years pass;

……

The world, heaven, earth, and all things, the myriad beings of the universe change with time; humans are born, age, fall ill, and die; cultivators advance; Jin Dan cultivators achieve their goal and then die; Nascent Soul cultivators undergo reincarnation for several generations.

Unknowingly, it has already been eight hundred years later.

In these eight hundred years, the Immortal Gates have not changed much; generation after generation of Immortal Gate cultivators are born, grow up, receive education, and then step into Jiao Jiao Mingyu through the realm passage to supplement and rotate the Immortal Gate expeditionary forces in Jiao Jiao Mingyu.

Many Immortal Gate cultivators also die in foreign lands, leaving only a tomb with their clothes and cap to return to the Immortal Gates, giving their relatives something to remember them by.

Among the rotating cultivators, most are at the Foundation Establishment and Jin Dan stages; they have reached the end of their lifespans, return to their hometowns to see everything there, and bring back the ashes of their fallen comrades.

As they walk out of the teleportation array, a support fleet of over two hundred thousand Immortal Gate ships arrives simultaneously, landing in the super teleportation array; fully equipped, their morale is high, their spirits youthful and surging, and their young faces brim with the desire to achieve merit and establish glory.

"It's truly good to be young..."

A Jin Dan elder with a broken left arm, whose half-body is somewhat stiff and uncoordinated, walks out of the teleportation array with his comrade; his hair is gray-white, and there is no war-weary sentiment in his eyes; he only sighs softly: "I stepped onto the battlefield at one hundred and one years old, back then I was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator; I never thought time would pass so quickly, and now I am an old man of over five hundred years."

"My talent, battle merit, and potential were all insufficient; I lost hope of advancing to Nascent Soul."

"Otherwise, if I had died in battle in a foreign land, that would have been good too."

He said with no small regret.

This is a war of citizens.

Every citizen gained benefits in the war; they fight for themselves; the atmosphere from top to bottom is good; they take care of each other; rewards and punishments strictly follow the laws of the Immortal Gates.

This makes Immortal Gate citizens endure war, dare to fight, and fight bravely; even after experiencing hundreds of years of slaughter, almost their entire lives, with countless comrades around them dying, no war-weary or anti-war sentiment has appeared.

In comparison, the Dao Soldiers of the Immortal Sects seem somewhat lacking; in recent years, mutinies and camp howls have occurred frequently, and some have even attempted to rebel and defect to the Jiao Demon Imperial Clan; moreover, one company has already succeeded, which the Jiao Demon Imperial Clan has widely publicized, affecting morale somewhat.

It seems understandable that these Dao Soldiers of the Immortal Sects did this.

A war lasting eight hundred years!

Many Dao Soldiers of the Immortal Sects have fought from the Foundation Establishment stage until death; the bloody battle is endless and never-ending, with no end ever in sight; the military law in the army is also extremely cruel, often involving soul-extraction and soul-forging, or being cut into a thousand pieces; many Dao Soldiers' souls have collapsed in such a long war, losing their sanity.

To deal with this situation, the Badaxian Sect seems to be considering imposing a soul

spell on the Dao Soldiers, making their souls more dull and more resolute in obeying orders; the cost is that their reaction and sensitivity to the military formation become slower, causing the overall strength of the Dao Soldiers to weaken somewhat, so they are still hesitating.

"Regiment Commander Lin,"

A Foundation Establishment veteran beside him asked curiously: "I heard you are a descendant of Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun?"

Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun!

The ears of the surrounding retired Immortal Gate veterans immediately perked up.

Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun seems to be a figure from over two thousand years ago, very distant from now; at least for these Foundation Establishment and Jin Dan cultivators, he is very distant, like a figure from history, an old senior from several eras ago, whom they originally did not pay much attention to.

After all, there are many heroes and champions in history books; which one is not earth-shattering, a figure for later generations to worship?

Many great achievements recorded in history were brilliant and conspicuous in their own time, but being able to occupy a single page in a history book is already considered remarkable.

After eight hundred years of time, the immense prestige Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun once held among Immortal Gate citizens has long disappeared; those who knew him well have died for several generations, taking their thoughts with them.

Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun, like all the ancients in history, has been buried in time; only a few high-level cultivators know of him, existing in their memories.

But now, it is different again; Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun is being brought up repeatedly by many Immortal Gate citizens.

All of this is because of the life-and-death struggle in the Great Array of the Nine Immortal Sects within the Great Array of the King of Hell's Hell, which overturns Yin and Yang; the Nine Dao Disciples of the Immortal Sects, and Teacher Gu Lin Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Immortal Gates, fought against powerful enemies for nearly a hundred years under layers of binding and suppression, yet still could not defeat the many Imperial Sons of the Jiao Demon Imperial Clan.

Not only could they not defeat them, but recently, they even suffered a great defeat!

This made many elders and powerful figures of the Immortal Gates and the Badaxian Sect extremely angry, even somewhat panicked; the name Great Sun Sword Disciple was mentioned frequently in their words, thus spreading and becoming known to the officers and generals in the army.

Among these old seniors, one sentence has been repeatedly mentioned.

"As long as Great Sun Sword Disciple appears, everything will be fine."

"Before Great Sun Sword Disciple, these are just earth chickens and clay dogs."

"When will he come?"

"……"

Things like that.

It seems that in the mouths of those Starry Sky Generals in the army, as soon as Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun appears, the situation will immediately undergo a major change, with no accidents whatsoever.

The long war is boring and cruel; news concerning the battle situation always spreads very quickly; therefore, many mid- and lower-level Immortal Gate soldiers have also begun to know the name Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun and have placed many hopes upon him.

"Nonsense!"

"Descendant of Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun?"

Regiment Commander Lin smiled bitterly: "Don't you know? Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun's common surname was Jiang; my surname is Lin, and moreover

Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun was unmarried; how could I possibly be a descendant of Great Sun Master Dinghai Zhenjun?"

Figures in Immortal Gate history are generally referred to only by their Dao titles; addressing them by their personal names is considered disrespectful and impolite.

"Oh!"

The circle of retired veterans around him suddenly understood.

"Then why did Regiment Commander Lin say that when Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun was drinking that time..."

Someone else asked.

When they were on the battlefield, they once encountered Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun.

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun is usually very interesting; his favorite thing is to drink wildly, dance, and sing with many comrades in the military camp, regardless of rank; even though he repeatedly violated military discipline and was put in solitary confinement, he never learned his lesson, and he is very popular among Immortal Gate soldiers.

Once, while drinking and chatting in their service unit, he mentioned it once, saying to Regiment Commander Lin, "Back in the day, I beat your ancestor with one finger; he dared not resist and obediently called me big brother," and so on.

"Hey!"

Regiment Commander Lin waved his hand.

"I'm a clansman of Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's maternal clan, you see. My great-great-great-great…great-grandfather was Master Dinghai Zhenjun Lin Lin Yuanwang, so by that reckoning I can barely claim a connection to Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

In the immortal sects there must be at least ten or eight thousand people like me. After all those years of intermarriage, if everyone traces back far enough, they'll find some great figure too."

"Calling myself a descendant of Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun is a bit of an exaggeration."

A few retired old comrades-in-arms walked side by side toward the immortal sect they had long been parted from, glancing left and right as they went, never quite able to take it all in.