Beneath the starry sky, the night was as it always was.
Zhuge Feng, Ye Qingyao, Su Ling'er, and the other disciples of the Heavenly Dao Immortal Sect all stared blankly.
They saw an old soldier unconsciously rubbing the heavily worn identity jade token at his waist with his only remaining finger.
Faintly, they could make out words carved upon it—something sect, something disciple. Sadly, the writing could no longer be read clearly...
They saw another old soldier, blind in one eye, gazing in the direction of the starry sky behind him with his remaining eye.
His gaze pierced through endless Space-Time, falling upon the courtyard of a hometown that had long since blurred in his memories...
"What... are they looking at?" Su Ling'er murmured.
Zhuge Feng's voice was low and hoarse as he answered everyone's question. "They are looking at home, at the home they protect."
On the other side, the Great Elder continued speaking.
"After every Demon Tide recedes, so long as they can still stand, they come here and stand for a while."
"To see whether this starry sky, defended with their lives, remains peaceful."
"And to look... in the direction of their hometowns."
"Some have looked for millions of years. For millions of years... they have never returned home."
"But even more will never be able to return."
A wave of bitterness suddenly surged into everyone's noses.
Millions of years without returning home!
Their souls returned to the frontier, their blood spilled across the stars!
What loneliness, what grandeur!
Su Bai remained silent. His gaze swept over the dense, inextricable deathly aura and devilish aura entwined around those old soldiers. It was an erosion that even Eternal-Life Immortal Power could not completely erase.
If those devilish auras could be purified, perhaps they could recover.
"They are all