The Ghost Battle Formation, made up of hundreds upon thousands of Huanglong soldiers, stood firm amid the Tacet Discord Tide.
Wherever their blades swept, Tacet Discords fell.
Their ranks were disciplined, their killing intent soaring.
In an instant, they confronted the Feilian Ape.
Before everyone's incredulous eyes, the Feilian Ape's advance faltered.
The weak overcame the strong; a formation overcame a lone foe.
So it had been centuries ago, and so it remained centuries later.
Inspired by their presence, more and more people joined the army resisting the Tacet Discord Tide.
On the city wall, Lianfeng stood frozen, as though struck by lightning.
He stared blankly at the scene on the battlefield, overcome by a familiar feeling.
Resonators could perceive and resonate with frequencies.
All these years, he had been full of doubts about himself.
Why did he remember being so strong that he could even hunt down the Bell-Ringing Turtle with his companions?
Yet at other times, he was so weak that he had to avoid even Lightwave Class small fry.
He had always felt that he had lost his memory.
Reports from the Huaxu Academy did indeed document cases of memory loss as a side effect of resonance abilities.
But whenever he spoke of his past, his friends always ended by making fun of him.
Over time, even he had stopped trusting himself.
It was always like this, no matter how much timeless heroism filled his heart.
When the time came to act, he always felt powerless.
Until he saw this moment.
Only then did he finally unravel the mystery surrounding himself.
The frequency of the Ancient Huanglong Army had always flowed through this land, and he was the Resonator who had perceived it.
Those unforgettable memories in his mind were the glorious past of the Ancient Huanglong