"Once we finish fighting, our descendants won't have to fight again!"
Boom—
Xuanyuan's words were a bolt of lightning that tore through Liu Mang's primordial spirit, fully awakening memories that had lain buried deep in his sea of consciousness for hundreds of thousands of years.
In those memories, a group of admirable people set foot on unfamiliar soil. Even if they had to leave their lives there forever, they never retreated.
One generation fought three generations' wars and endured three generations' suffering, trading their own lives for the happiness of their descendants.
Liu Mang closed his eyes. Images he had once seen on television and in real life flipped through his mind like photographs. As they flipped faster and faster, wisps of golden light spilled from his body.
"This is..."
Xuanyuan looked at Liu Mang, his pupils trembling violently.
"Quasi-Saint! Dao resonance!"
Quasi-Saint Dao resonance was the power of laws that leaked out when someone comprehending the Quasi-Saint Dao could not yet control it perfectly.
What shattered Xuanyuan's composure was that both of them had been taking part in the conversation, yet only Liu Mang had manifested Quasi-Saint Dao resonance. It made him look like an idiot.
Xuanyuan went over their earlier conversation again and again. Even after prying it apart and grinding it down, he could not find a single sentence that concealed an opportunity to attain the Quasi-Saint Dao.
"Opportunities really are elusive." Xuanyuan's eyes brimmed with envy.
Bathed in Liu Mang's Quasi-Saint Dao resonance, Xuanyuan did not know which law Liu Mang was attaining, but his heart, agitated by the Battle of Zhuolu, grew calm. Even his former confusion seemed to have found a direction.
In the void, Nu Wa and the others, who had been watching the Zhuolu Battlefield all along, turned their attention to Liu