Time flies, and the years pass like arrows.
It has been more than half a month since the Seafoam Front faced grave danger, when Andrew Han unleashed Firmament Rising Sun to slaughter Netherfiends, summoned Ten-Thousand Swords to slay giant Demons, and split the ocean with One Saber, Green Mountain Eternal.
February is almost here, and so is Lunar New Year's Eve.
In fact, according to the unified global calendar, December 31st is the true last day of the year.
But in Sinovera, across these rivers and mountains, and in the hearts of all Sinoverans, Lunar New Year's Eve is the true end and beginning of the year... Unfortunately, the nation is currently at war.
Holidays have become nearly nonexistent.
The so-called Spring Festival travel rush no longer exists, as those working far from home have already returned.
Still, even the tense wartime atmosphere cannot suppress the spread of celebration. After all, this is Sinovera's most important holiday—without question.
......
The Martial Arts World continues to operate, and its mood has grown even heavier.
Demons and Specters care nothing for holidays—if anyone lets down their guard, it will be the perfect chance for a massive invasion.
In short.
With the battle for survival still undecided, the Martial Arts World cannot afford a moment's rest, lest disaster strike.
Though it can't be called a total defeat... if these rivers and mountains wither away, leaving only a handful of martial artists and Law Realm guardians, it would mean the end of human civilization.
"It's New Year's—Lunar New Year's Eve is almost here."
"I've been stationed at the Northfront for half a year, and still can't go home for New Year's."
"Actually, only Law Realm guardians and those on the Titled Sequence can temporarily leave the front lines. After all, their speed in the air is unmatched—even fighter jets and missiles can't keep up with Law Realm flight."
Martial artists chat with one another, sometimes joking, sometimes chasing and laughing.
Beneath the seemingly cheerful scene lies constant vigilance, always ready to mobilize.
There may be some complaints, but no one protests!
After all, the decisive battle that will determine the fate of all humanity draws ever closer... and even the lofty Law Realm guardians are fighting with everything they have.
As everyone knows.
Since the full-scale invasion began, more than twenty Law Realm guardians have already fallen across various countries.
"That said."
"Sinovera's Law Realm losses are the lowest." Chloe Ling stood at the Northfront, her delicate, porcelain-doll face showing caution as she sensed a venomous gaze from afar.
Perhaps Netherfiends and giant Demons are lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment.
Terrifying.
They have intelligence and cunning, and overall seem to hold the advantage.
"I don't think 'advantage' is quite accurate," Li Gang mused beside her. "Venerable Saint Han is extremely effective against Netherfiends—he's practically their nightmare."
"With Venerable Han guarding Sinovera."
"No matter how many Netherfiends there are, what does it matter?"
Li Gang's voice was spirited and reverent, tinged with a trace of longing.
Chloe Ling rolled her eyes and bounced twice, unable to hold back: "Stop talking about Andrew Han already! That guy is practically inhuman, okay? Being a Sky-Soaring True Person wasn't enough—he went straight to Venerable Saint, and not just any Venerable Saint, but an extraordinary one."
With the rise of universal martial practice, martial power is no longer shrouded in mystery.
When it comes to the martial hierarchy, every Sinoveran is now clear—especially Chloe Ling. The three martial realms are Martial Artist, Martial General, and Martial Lord. Above that is the Titled Martial Lord Realm, a transitional stage toward Martial Law.
The Law Realm, at the level of Martial Law, stands above the world, transcendent and extraordinary!
The three Martial Law realms—Sky-Soaring True Person, Venerable Saint, Supreme Saint... Chloe Ling rubbed her crystal-clear face, silent and thoughtful.
Every time she thought about Andrew Han already reaching the peak of Venerable Saint, and that next year she might have to call him Supreme Han, her feelings grew complicated.
"What's so complicated about it?" Li Gang asked.
Chloe Ling shook her head and stretched her meter-tall frame: "Why can't I feel complicated about it?"