The eyes of many heroic souls instantly reddened. Thousands of years of silence and waiting, thousands of years of frustration and lingering concern, had finally become a real reunion.
They looked at one another without needing to speak. Their comradeship, which had endured beyond life, death, and time, already surged between them.
The rain of light continued drifting, reaching all the way to the desolate void battlefield at the very edge of the Mystic Dragon Coalition Domain.
This had once been the front line against foreign enemies. Countless heroic souls had fought bloody battles here until their final moments, their souls scattered and destroyed, leaving only fragments of lingering consciousness to drift mindlessly through the cold void for thousands of years.
When the rain of light, imbued with heaven-defying revival power, touched those fragments of remnant souls, a miracle occurred.
The scattered fragments seemed to respond to an invisible pull, swiftly gathering and fitting together. Within just a few breaths, complete, solid human figures took shape once again.
The spears, sabers, and swords in their hands still gleamed with a biting chill despite the passage of ages, as though dust had never settled on them.
And the fighting spirit burning in their eyes was a hundred times fiercer and more resolute than before they had fallen in battle-a flame that had crossed beyond death and rekindled solely to protect.
In just half an hour, this miraculous scene unfolded in every corner of the Mystic Dragon Coalition Domain.
Countless heroic warriors clad in all manner of battered yet still imposing armor gathered from every direction. Their steps were firm, their gazes solemn. At last, they knelt in orderly ranks upon the vast square outside the Myriad Spirits Pill Hall, a dark mass stretching across it.
A million heroic souls bowed deeply