High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System Chapter 1003 - 464: The Meaning of Protection! (Double - )

This is the reason why Jiang Ye wants to assume the identity of a champion rather than a demigod.

No other reason.

The Star Champion is the highest model established by the Blue Star Federation, worshiped by countless people!

It is worth mentioning that Jiang Ye has long become the number one on the star popularity rankings, far ahead of the second place.

It is no exaggeration to say,

if Jiang Ye opened some kind of fan account, he could instantly gain ten billion fans!

Therefore, in a sense, Jiang Ye’s words are even more valuable than those of Alliance Leader Qitian.

Amidst such universal attention,

Jiang Ye spoke again.

"Every word spoken by the leader of the Federation is true."

"The calamity of the Shadow Race gods concerns the survival of Blue Star," Jiang Ye said in a deep voice. "We have indeed reached a moment of life and death."

"But within this deadly calamity, there is also a chance for survival!"

"By a coincidence of fate, I mastered an ancient god formation that can be used against the gods," Jiang Ye’s words stirred the hundreds of billions of the Blue Star populace.

Especially those powerhouses above the Seventh Break felt it was unbelievable.

"Against the gods?"

"Could it be that we are saved?"

"What is the price?" The happiness came too quickly, and countless powerhouses found it unbelievable, while many top powerhouses thought it couldn’t be that simple.

Soon, Jiang Ye continued:

"Although this formation can withstand the gods, it is based on the collective strength of all beings."

"Those who enter the formation must be prepared to sacrifice at any time!" Jiang Ye’s deep voice resounded globally: "Once the formation is activated, lives are connected with the formation; the god’s assault and the operation of the formation all require entrants to bear it with their lives."

"Entering the formation is stepping into the gates of death, life and death left to fate!"

"Blue Star has a total of 60 billion beings, this formation requires a full 10 billion people to enter in order to be activated to Perfection. One less person weakens the formation by one point, reducing the odds against the gods by ten percent!"

"Thus, those who enter the formation go to die to preserve Blue Star’s existence."

"We will subsequently open a channel for entering the formation. Anyone who wishes to seek a glimmer of hope for Blue Star can register to enter," Jiang Ye’s voice echoed: "I promise here, if those entering the formation can survive this calamity, their cultivation will surely advance, with no worries thereafter!"

"If unable to survive, your relatives will also be protected..."

The voice gradually dissipated.

The entire Blue Star, no longer under the previous dead silence, was only left with the sound of gasps and discussions worldwide.

In despair, finally, a stone called ’hope’ was thrown in, except the word ’sacrifice’ weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone like a thousand-pound burden.

...

On the streets, cries abruptly stopped.

"The Star Wars Champion! It really is salvation." The young man who had been sitting paralyzed on the ground suddenly sat up, clutching his fist and whispering.

Not far away.

A mother holding a child still had tears on her face, biting her lip hard, the despair in her eyes faded, yet there was more struggle: "The formation against the gods... must there be sacrifice?"

A hawker straightened up, muttering to himself: "Choosing 10 billion out of 60 billion... some will die... but it’s better than all dying..."

Under the great shadow.

Some cried tears of joy, others frowned tightly, the earlier panic gradually subsided, yet no one dared to easily say ’I’ll go’.

Mighty Blue Star.

Only low whispers full of apprehension were left.

...

Time passed.

The shadow of despair over Blue Star dissipated for the most part, but it was replaced by the heaviness of ’sacrifice’ and ’choice’.

As night fell, lights stayed on in every household, gathering together to discuss—who would enter the formation, who would guard the home.

Various online platforms gradually recovered as well.

"Is what the Star Wars Champion said really reliable?"

"A grand formation requiring 10 billion people is too unbelievable."

"Can it really block the gods?"

"In legends, gods can easily destroy planets..."

"Should I join the formation?" Countless people were discussing.

Some voluntarily stated "I’m willing to go," some were hesitant, and some outright said "I don’t dare to die."

The entire Blue Star fell into an unprecedented decision.

...

In the void.

Jiang Ye and Qi Tian sat cross-legged.

"Will this really be effective?" Qi Tian looked at the world, his usually resolute face appearing somewhat hesitant.

He hadn’t anticipated that Jiang Ye would reveal the consequences of entering the formation entirely.

By making such definitive statements, who would be willing to enter voluntarily?

Entering means being prepared to sacrifice!

But the word sacrifice is so heavy.

"Let’s see," Jiang Ye shook his head without saying more.

He only cast his gaze down towards the vast earth, looking at the bustling world of mortals.

...

The registration points for entering the formation set up temporary tents at each City Lord’s Mansion.

As soon as the tents were erected, several people rushed in.

The staff at the registration point was stunned to see this scene; she did not expect that as soon as registration started so many people would swarm in.

Leading the pack was an elderly man, white-haired and walking with a cane.

"Old sir, are you registering too?" The staff could not help but ask.

"I am Wang Bing."

"I served as a border guard." The old man chuckled: "Holding the formation, no matter how difficult, can it be harder than guarding the border?"

"Moreover."

"I am half a body in the coffin already, just a death either way." The old man said calmly: "Might as well contribute the last bit of light and heat for this land."

He said.

He trembled as he filled out his identity information on the registration form.

[Wang Bing, 139 years old, First Break]

"Old sir, thank you." The corners of the staff’s eyes moistened, she knew he was at the end of his life with a resolve to die.

However, next came a robust middle-aged man in work overalls.

The work pants were still stained with construction site mud, his calloused hands full of rough patches... This middle-aged man went to the registration point, signing without a moment’s hesitation.

The staff was stunned to see his information.

"Bro."

"You’re the only child in the family, with elderly parents and young children, are you really not going to reconsider?" The staff couldn’t help but advise.

The man grinned, his eyes reddening, and took a photo from his pocket, a photo of his wife and children.

The child had just started elementary school, smiling with curved eyes.

"I’m the backbone of the family, that’s true."

"But if I don’t go, if the formation breaks, my kids, my wife, my parents, won’t survive." The man clenched the photo in his hand, his voice hoarse: "If I die, at least they still have a hope of living. I’m the backbone; I can’t be a coward!"

After saying this, he picked up his number plate, turned, and walked to the waiting area, his back straight like a stake planted in the ground.

The discussion in the line was light, but every word struck deeply.

A teenager dressed in a middle school uniform, fifteen or sixteen years old, clutched the registration form.

"Kid, did you come alone? Where are your parents?" The staff asked in confusion.

"I don’t have parents; I was raised by my grandparents." The boy shook his head.

"Aren’t your grandparents stopping you?" The staff sympathized.

"I snuck out."

"This formation, if I don’t go, you don’t go, and everyone thinks not to go," the boy softly said, "then in the end, we all die."

"I’m already a cripple; even if I die, it’s not much," the boy said, "Better than letting my grandparents die!"

Only then did the staff notice the boy’s particularly thin arms, seeming to show signs of muscle atrophy.

However, when the boy held the pen, the name left on the life-and-death contract was extraordinarily clear.

...

Scenes like this played out in countless districts.

How remarkable someone like Jiang Ye, at the Tier Three Demigod level, with a perspective that can comprehend world events in one thought.

Even with his current vision and knowledge, upon seeing these scenes, he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

"This land."

"Has never lacked the brave," Jiang Ye exclaimed, "Daring to sacrifice, ambition towering, knowing it’s impossible yet doing it!"

Backbones that never bend.

This is the gene flowing in the blood of every Blue Star Civilization individual!

Even if the path ahead is fraught with endless calamities, there are always people willing to burn themselves to illuminate the mountains and rivers.

This is why, even if giving everything, Jiang Ye must protect Blue Star, protect the significance of the Blue Star Civilization!!