That night beneath the title Heaven and Earth as Stele, All Living Beings as Inscription!
Living beings were as insignificant as blades of grass.
The warriors flying through the night sky were like tiny fireflies.
Buses carrying logistics personnel and Flying Warships carrying warriors and Human Race elites raced through the night.
Streams of light wove together, rising from every corner of the vast Human World and converging.
At last, they twisted together in the firmament into a resolute golden torrent and surged south.
Qi and Blood thundered, will surged, armor cut through the wind...
Together, they formed a deep, mighty roar that drowned out the mournful groans of the mountains and rivers, gasping their last.
And upon the earth,
there were cries of grief everywhere—stifled, choked, broken.
Even the wind sweeping through the empty streets sounded especially grating.
Only the banners fluttered feebly, snapping in the wind.
This battle—
There was no hope of loved ones returning.
Before the despair of the Ancient God awakening, people understood that no one who set out on this journey would return.
Their parting from their loved ones would be the final scene of their lives.
"Heaven and earth shall be our stele, all living beings our inscription! We go forth to soar beyond the Nine Gates of the starry river, and our names shall endure through the ages, leaving an echo that never fades!"
"The Heavenly Divine General once said that the heart has no dead end, and neither does the world. I know I will die, like a withered blade of grass. But even burning grass can become a prairie fire."
"Declare my fate to heaven and earth, plant my heart among the myriad Dao trees, break the shackles of ancient gods, and cut down the injustice in this world.
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