From the day he walked out of the orphanage, Shi Tie Zhu had held a simple, unadorned belief in his heart—he wanted to be a good soldier.
He persisted, endured, and kept striving.
He learned, reflected, and pressed forward without cease.
He was not the smartest, not the quickest-witted, not the most insightful. But once he set his sights on something, he became a boulder that could not be shaken in the slightest.
Though battered by wind and rain, though tempered by a thousand tribulations and ten thousand grindings, at most they could polish his surface smooth and bright. They could never change his shape.
After all he had been through, Shi Tie Zhu had not forgotten his original aspiration. He still wanted to be a good soldier.
On the battlefield, during missions, alongside his brothers, and bearing the trust his brothers had placed in him, he wanted to be a good soldier.
He wanted to be worthy of his country, worthy of the people, worthy of his comrades, worthy of the East Wind Company's banner.
That was why he held on through death itself, why he stood firm through gritted teeth, why he would never let the East Wind Company's legacy be severed in his hands, why he insisted on passing down the East Wind Company's banner.
Inside the Landing Craft, Shi Tie Zhu's surging sharpness erupted in full force, continuously transforming into Limitless Tribulation Power. Limitless Tribulation Power possessed an endlessly self-renewing effect; if the transformed tribulation power was not used, it would not be wasted, and it could be converted back into vitality at any time.
Now, Shi Tie Zhu was frantically stockpiling tribulation power, spreading it throughout his entire body, charging and charging again without end.
Wind and thunder roared within him, water and fire collided,