"When you wake up in completely unfamiliar territory, when your arm is broken, Qi-Blood is exhausted, and the only sound around is the roar of strong enemies, what keeps you alive is not any move taught in the training camp, but the courage to take the first step in the darkness."

"The truth of this world is that there are no eternal rules, only eternal unknowns."

The Magic Shield’s final roar mixed with the Evil Qi soared to the sky:

"Remember, the Blind Jumping Trial is the true beginning of becoming a warrior. When you can find direction in an unknown environment and carve out a path of life in absolute despair, you are worthy of being called a warrior. A true warrior must have the ferocity to cut through even Misfortune; what is called luck can also be the spark of courage crashing through the darkness."

After speaking, the Magic Shield raised a hand and pointed, and suddenly the neatly arranged shuttle pods in the distance opened; his speech tone instantly changed:

"The next stage of the Blind Jump will have mainly three landing sites."

"The first one, Black Tide Node, usually occupied by recently arrived Evil Spirit Warriors. When sent to this area, your task is to collect a sufficient number of Evil Crystals, complete the trial challenge, and summon the examiner using the rune on your body to finish the trial."

"The second one, Fierce Beast Territory, these areas are typically inhabited by powerful monsters, hunt enough specimens to complete the assessment."

"The third one, Prehistoric Ruins, these areas are highly complex and may house Pet Beasts left by the Prehistoric Strong Clan, along with numerous monsters, as well as various traps and mechanisms. You must also hunt enough specimens to complete the assessment."

At this point, the Magic Shield’s tone softened:

"Finally, I wish you can, at the Black Tide Node, sever the heads of Evil Spirits, and in the depths of the wilderness, tear open the viscera of giant beasts. Let me witness with my own eyes how your bones and blood are tougher than the billion-year immortal rocks, and your edge sharper than the Evil Wind of Throat Splitting Cliff."

He suddenly clenched his fist, his joints crackled, and his suspended figure burst forth with dazzling energy light patterns, resonating with the distant glow from the shuttle pod’s engines:

"Don’t think about leaving a way out for yourselves; the blood path you carve will be your retreat. Don’t rely on reinforcements; your courage is the reinforcement of your own Strength."

The fierce wind carried his roar past each cadet’s ears, igniting a blazing flame on their once tense young faces.

"When you return from the Mist with your spoils, I will personally engrave your names of glory on the stone monument at Throat Splitting Valley."

The Magic Shield swung his hand swiftly, the doors of the neatly arranged shuttle pods issued a heavy metal roar, with the cabin emitting a deep blue beam piercing through the fog like a sharp sword.

"Go and slaughter; all of you, survive, and with your courage, leave behind something memorable for this land you’ve been on, to make your clansmen and descendants proud of you."

The Magic Shield Instructor’s final lesson was over, and all the cadets roared into the Evil Wind.

The roar of tens of thousands of cadets condensed in the Evil Wind, akin to a War Song, tearing through the clouds.

Tens of thousands of War Blades honed by the training camp simultaneously unsheathed, the intense Qi-Blood illuminating Throat Splitting Valley.

In the Blood Light, each youthful face reflected the same determination.

No tragic sense of going to certain death, only the arrogance of living towards death.

Suddenly, a desolate bone flute sound was heard at the cliffside, played by the assistant instructor "Viper Ao" with a beast bone flute from his waist.

The flute is adorned with a dark yellow luster, engraved with intersecting battle scars, accompanying countless warriors through the graduation ceremony.

Its figure slightly leaning in mid-air, the flute sound started as a fabric tear, abruptly turning into a solemn melody.

It’s "Blind Jumping Song," a thousand-year-old piece in Throat Splitting Valley, played only on farewells.

The flute fluctuated between highs and lows, like the voice of countless ancestors inspiring in the wind.

The cadets spontaneously followed the tune, stomping their footsteps, the rhythm of clashing Battle Armor becoming the fiercest drumming.

When the final notes of the flute shattered into the Evil Wind, Viper Ao put away the bone flute, tapping lightly on its body with his joint.

The sound was clear as a bell, penetrating all noise, with Viper Ao’s gentle hum reverberating in every cadet’s ear:

Battle Armor crack, blood not cool.

Tread Black Tide, cleave giant beast.

To live as a War God, charge into battle lines; to die as Wind and Thunder, chase the remnants.

Warrior spirit, not imprisoned in graves.

Either roar on the path of charge or stay in the praises of the successors later...

...

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of shuttle pod engines simultaneously erupted with booming, carrying the hot-blooded new generations of warriors, tearing through Cang Qiong, flying towards the unknown.