As for the devastation He Song had seen all along the way before—
as He Song continued onward now, it had vanished without a trace.
All the way out of Purple Bamboo Capital,
He Song swept his gaze across the surroundings, and a faint melancholy stirred within him.
In merely a few decades,
the scenery along this road had already undergone such immense changes.
By He Song's reckoning,
if even more time were to pass,
then by the time He Song returned here again, everything he saw would surely no longer be as it was now.
Perhaps, when He Song came here again many years from now, everything before his eyes would be utterly different from the present—so different that even He Song would fail to recognize the landscape.
And only at this moment did He Song finally understand a saying he had heard years ago.
Time
could smooth away everything.
Whether wounds of the heart
or damage done to nature,
when the span of time became vast enough,
some pains that had once seemed unbearable would gradually fade with its passing, until they vanished into nothingness.
For the land beneath He Song's feet, they were merely a few sword marks and fist prints. Naturally, the same was true for them.
As time passed,
those sword marks and fist prints would gradually be healed by the earth and slowly blend into the surrounding scenery.
Seas turning into fields, fields turning into seas.
Nothing more than that.
However, just as He Song was filled with emotion,
he shook his head again.
Right now,
the most important thing was still to hurry to the place where he had previously comprehended the Myriad Swords Return to Origin Array.
However,
once he thought of this, something suddenly occurred to him.
Before entering Silver Moon