One’s life does not surpass a hundred years, yet harbors a thousand years of worries.

How can lifespan extend ten thousand years; tonight I envy the ephemeral mayfly.

Some cultivators often express their feelings, the cosmos is so vast, as their cultivation level rises, their lifespan becomes long, they ought to have time for wandering.

Yet the era is such that, even hundreds of years old, though they might possess lifespans of tens of thousands of years, they are utterly uncertain if Earth will still exist in a millennium.

To live through birth, old age, illness, and death, passing through a complete life like a mayfly, is a luxury to them, for the Mother Star may cease to exist at any moment.

And they may perish in battle as soon as tomorrow.

Wang Xuan understands why Brother Li Zuige lives today for today’s wine, knows Gai Fu’s generous heart, unperturbed by Zhao Hao’s near demise, clearer still is the knight girl’s reason for not even attempting a challenge before leaving.

They, in the Celestial Demon Realm, always ready to welcome war, straddle the edge between life and death, better not waste their energy on things of little significance.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump...

The relentless sound of the wooden fish, accompanied by the ancient Buddhist chant of the cyan lamp Buddha, many Arhats of the Buddhist Sect face the Buddha statue, chanting scriptures.

No worries, no sorrows, no fears.

Their spirit is peaceful, living grants them happiness, meditation is never dull, perhaps after ten thousand years they will still be happy.

Wang Xuan gazes at the residual mechanics and blood in the starry sky, death and destruction accompany war, each skirmish leaves countless unknown dead.

Life is resilient, yet extremely fragile.

Long——

A trumpet sound spreads across most of the Celestial Demon Realm, whether those meditating, adjusting state, or seizing the moment for pleasure and fun, everyone sets aside their affairs.

Half-eaten meals, half-brewed teas, bathwater at just the right temperature, reclining beauties waiting in attendance.

Everything is interrupted, their attention shifts to the war.

To them, this is the most crucial matter.

Patrol cruisers emerge like swarms from nests, spread out in outer space, distant large teleportation gates appear, through which wild enormous demon beasts arrive.

The patrol carrier stands ready, soldiers brace themselves as facing imminent threats, despite possessing powerful technological weapons, they face the specter of death.

Each clash with alien races results in over fifty thousand casualties among soldiers, perhaps they will be the next.

"Are you afraid of death!" Di Xuan’s patrol carrier is exceptionally large, nearly ten kilometers long, its takeoff roar echoes like the cry of an ancient beast.

Battleships and frigates guard each side, a multitude of assault ships within ready to launch any moment, to slaughter nearby demon beasts.

Inside the carrier thousands hold different roles, despite possessing highly advanced intelligent systems, soldiers are nonetheless numerous.

Hearing Di Xuan’s questioning shout, his soldiers respond in unison: "Not afraid!"

Afraid of death, why be soldiers; they clearly understand the fatality rate of the Federation Army, especially in direct confrontations, where losses are terribly severe.

Di Xuan’s face remains stern, speaks, "Not afraid of death? No, everyone has the instinct to survive, this is nature, essentially, no one isn’t afraid of death.

Yet when death approaches, we cannot retreat, we can only fight bravely, or else the homeland behind us shall remain unguarded!

Today, facing death again, confront it calmly, each operation akin to rehearsal without errors, achieve what you must!"

"Protect the frontier, shelter the people, this is our rightful duty!" The soldiers shout aloud.

"Victory is ours!" Di Xuan boosts soldiers’ morale, "Proceed!"

The patrol carrier lifts off, alongside other combat groups, entering space, ready for war at any moment!

"Full of wine and food, time to kill." Li Zuige’s intoxication vanishes, his entire being sharpens, himself downing a cup of fine wine, paired with a dish to savor.

If a day could gather a grand beast banquet, pairing it with exquisite wine, only then would he be content.

Earth Immortals and Celestial Immortals follow the patrol carriers, waiting for weapons to discharge waves before engaging in close combat against the nearby demon beasts.

"Am I so precious in your eyes?" Wang Xuan feeling helpless, his command arrangement, is to remain in the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm, accompanying the medical corps, ready to heal the wounded anytime.

As a Pill Master, and a spontaneous medical cultivator of note, in the eyes of those True Immortals, Wang Xuan’s greatest function is not fighting outside.

"Brother Wang, we should do what we are good at, saving a life is endless merit, why rush into the fray?" Liu Nan persuaded, he belongs to the medical corps as a medical cultivator.

As a medical cultivator without rescuing the wounded behind? Only irrational minds choose entirely to confront life and death; they aren’t adept at slaughter.

"Men should wield weapons, intimidate the enemy by themselves, accomplish unprecedented feats!" Wang Xuan believes his killing skill, far surpasses healing skill.

"But you are a medical cultivator." Liu Nan wishes Wang Xuan to regain clarity.

"Slay the strongest enemies, drink the fiercest wine, wield the sharpest weapons, ride the fastest horses, sleep with the most beautiful women! An unremarkable life holds no meaning." Wang Xuan feels he lacks common ground with these medical cultivators.

As a dignified King of Earth Immortals, lingering in the rear of the battlefield, deeply displeased him.

"But you are a medical cultivator." Liu Nan reiterated, everyone knows, medical cultivators aren’t adept fighters.

"Haha, knowing life is knowing death, real medical cultivators are master killers." Wang Xuan laughed mysteriously, "All of you are false medical cultivators, while I am genuine."

"What’s the difference between real and fake medical cultivators; those who can save people are good medical cultivators!" An old man exclaimed, Wang Xuan’s wild way fitting here, he truly disagrees.

Yet orders from Void Cultivators, as eccentric god-like figures must be accepted, they cannot challenge the wisdom and insight beyond common reason.

Wang Xuan glances skyward, the clone on that oversized patrol carrier carrying many True Inheritors of Immortal Martial Mountain, including Lin Xiyue.

Unless faced by True Immortals, personnel on ship safely assured without any worries, about the clone’s strength, Wang Xuan holds immense confidence.

Gazing at the direction where alien captives are held, Wang Xuan aware of aliens planning a frontal feint, to rescue the Immortal descendent from the Dark Pixiu Race.

He only isn’t sure, how the apex combat power of the Mother Star will be deployed, whether anything can be achieved.

Combat groups float and sink in space, ahead are patrol cruisers, before the carrier are frigates and battleships, behind lies the space fortress, the Star Annihilator stands ready.

True Immortals tear through space making their stand in the cosmic void, their gaze cast upon True Level demon beasts of the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm, this tier of combat, technological weapons intervene struggle excessively.

Wang Xuan looks up at the starry void, heart calming as both sides approach, yet before frontal combat erupts, disturbance arises from afar, from the captives’ confinement.

Not knowing how or when several demon beasts sneaked in, assaulting the guards, countless demon beasts came bloodthirsty, amidst such unprepared chaos, upheaval broke out.

Front yet to engage, rear facing issues; whether feigned or led by main forces, false and true leave confusions.

"Suppress!" The Half-Step Immortal from the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest bellowed.

The Celestial Demon Realm boasts massive forces, minor disorder counts for nothing, incidents don’t distract the army, nor influence the frontal battle.

However, Wang Xuan by mind projection senses, the Saint Heir of the Dark Pixiu Race, amidst turmoil rescued and vanished without a trace.

"The fish bites the lure, hopefully fish won’t take the bait and escape." Wang Xuan waits quietly.

Far off demon beasts surge forth increasing in number, he recognizes most are Celestial Demon Realm natives, yet stronger ones belong to Ten Thousand Beasts Realm.

The medical corps protected by mighty escorts, Liu Nan among others vigilant of danger, their battle experience limited, combat power weaker among the Same Realm.

Carelessly dying would be a wretched shame.

A colossal snake with golden eyes slithers forth, Wang Xuan seeing this itching to act, in a leap leaves the safety circle.

"Danger!" Liu Nan shouts, "We are medical cultivators, truly unsuited for combat! Return quickly!"

But as Wang Xuan faces the giant snake, evading the beam shooting from its eyes, punches at its crown.

Blood erupts forth, the serpent collapses, Wang Xuan’s gentle punch doesn’t employ even one-tenth of force, yet a demon beast on par with Divinity Transformation perishes.

Liu Nan witnessing this scene is dumbstruck, have they been false medical cultivators? Medical cultivators aren’t supposed to fight well, why is Wang surnamed so fierce?