The Light Curtain shifted, and the scene abruptly cut from the battlefield to the Holy City.
[At the Holy City's school, the instructor had turned Ten Suns in the Sky into a story for the children. A little girl asked, "Why did the Golden Crow princes want to burn us?" The instructor answered, "Because they believed the living beings on the ground were no more than blades of grass." The little girl shook her head. "That's not right! The Saint Master said that all things have spirits, and all are precious."]
Those words entered the ears of every living being in the Prehistoric World, and countless people's eyes reddened.
The sorrow brought by Ten Suns in the Sky now condensed into a small, warm spark of hope, quietly burning in their chests.
Taiyi raised his brows and looked at Nezha beside him.
"Such a little child, and she actually remembered what little senior sister said."
Nezha also felt quite proud of his little martial aunt.
Bi Xiao's nose stung.
"All things have spirits, and all are precious... The children taught by Junior Martial Sister really are different."
Zhao Gongming looked at the little girl's stubborn profile, his gaze softening.
"Passed down generation after generation—that is Kindling Fire."
Burning emotions surged in Dayu's eyes.
Those words were like a flame, burning straight into the softest part of his heart.
"Even if floods rage across the land, as long as this principle remains in people's hearts, they will always be able to rebuild their homeland.
Shennong softly said, "This is the Human Race."
Fuxi nodded slightly, his fingertips tapping at the hexagrams. His calculations were filled with emotion.
"If even children can remember it, that means this seed has already taken root. Sooner or later, it will grow into a