The Underground Bridge Realm's social culture had descended in an unbroken line from Daxia's ancient culture.
The Thousand-Spirit Saintess had also said that the culture of the ancient era in which she lived was almost identical to that of ancient Daxia.
The fragments of memory stirred by Feng Ji clearly pointed in one direction: the Primordial World was also much the same as Daxia's ancient culture.
Among the globe's two hundred nations, only Daxia had preserved such an ancient cultural lineage.
Daxia was somewhat like their ancestral court.
From ancient times to the present, no matter what school of culture it was, its desire to possess the ancestral court had been stronger than anything else!
Therefore, Daxia would be the place these people most wished to occupy.
No matter which corner of the world these people crawled out from, in the end, their swords would point at Daxia.
Bloodmark followed his gaze. "Are you feeling somewhat powerless again?"
Lin Xiaosu withdrew his gaze and looked at him.
Bloodmark said, "I know these words should not really be spoken between you and me. You are the commander-in-chief of the Tashan Defense Line, and I am the commander-in-chief of the South Sea Defense Line. If we cannot see hope, how can we expect others to see it? So this is only a private conversation between us."
"Not seeing hope is actually perfectly normal!" Lin Xiaosu said. "Back when we fought Fusang's invasion, back when we aided Jin against the Eagles, those soldiers who kept fighting on Daxia's darkest eve and died in the very moment before dawn—most were children who had barely read a few books. They could not think that much, nor could they see that far. In their eyes, there were only military orders; in their ears, only bugle calls!