Qian Renxue

The people's eyes were filled with reverence and gratitude. Many elderly people and children bowed deeply to the procession, their sobs and words of thanks intertwining. The solemn procession finally gained a trace of warmth.

Some young children tugged at the Soul Masters' clothes, raising their tender faces as they asked, "Uncles, are you heroes? You defeated the bad guys and protected us, right?"

The Soul Master who was asked had worn a heavy expression, but a gentle smile now appeared on his face. He crouched down, patted the child's head, and said warmly, "We aren't heroes. The true heroes are the ones who can never return. We merely guarded this peace in their place."

Lin Mo and Zhao Feng witnessed this scene, and the grief in their hearts was gradually replaced by a firm strength. They understood that every sacrifice had been worthwhile, and every act of perseverance had meaning. It was precisely because of their struggle that these people had gained peace and the continent had regained its vitality. They had to protect this peace with everything they had, all the way to the end.

Half a month later, the procession finally reached the central region of the Douluo Continent. The Hall of Heroes had already begun to take shape, and a massive monument stood before it. Craftsmen were carefully carving the names of the sacrificed Soul Masters stroke by stroke. Every name represented a once-living person and a fearless commitment.

Lin Mo and Zhao Feng personally attended the foundation-laying ceremony for the Hall of Heroes. The emperors of the two great empires, the Sect Masters of the various sects, and countless civilians gathered there. The atmosphere was solemn and dignified. Lin Mo stood before the monument and slowly addressed everyone, his steady, powerful voice carrying across the