Stone steles stood in unbroken ranks across the mountains and plains.
Like a graveyard with no end in sight...
Su Mo stared stiffly at it all, an unprecedented storm seeming to rise within his heart.
Every stone stele bore a name, just like the one Su Mo had erected for Chang Ding.
They all told Su Mo that each stone stele marked a member of the Divine Race who had once become lost upon the Long River.
No one remembered them, and they had left nothing behind.
"Even if we erect a stone stele for every one of those who become lost, we still cannot remember them..." Long Robe looked at Su Mo, shook her head, and left.
Beside the Long River, Chang Ling stepped into its waters...
Four waited on the bank, watching the Long River, waiting for Chang Ling's return as they always had.
Su Mo sat on the hillside, gazing at the rows of stone steles.
No one knew what he was thinking. It seemed even he himself did not know...
The sun rose and set; the stars emerged and scattered.
Everything seemed as it had been before, and Su Mo gradually returned to the riverbank, joining the four as they waited for Chang Ling's return.
All four smiled faintly when they saw Su Mo approach.
Yet within their smiles, that indescribable sorrow still lingered, refusing to fade...
They waited in silence, until Chang Ling finally returned.
He was still just as he had been the first time he returned.
His expression held an unfamiliarity, until Long Robe lit the candle lamp in his hand...
There seemed to be only six people and those countless stone steles in the Third Heaven.
The days continued to pass, one after another, and Su Mo gradually grew accustomed to