The tall and thin man would spar with others in the martial arts arena, and if he lost, he would refuse to admit defeat.
Old Zhao carried his wine bowl around, looking for people to drink with him, and boasted to everyone he met that the spirit wine from the Free Valley was the best in the world.
The middle-aged woman was busy in the kitchen, serving bowls of steaming Linggu porridge. He was never cynical, but he filled everyone’s bowls to the brim.
Old Xu fell asleep in the library looking at the jade scroll, while Zhao Tieshan taught the new recruits swordsmanship on the training field, demonstrating it over and over again until his body was covered in sweat.
Their voices and smiles were still so clear, as if I had just seen them yesterday.
But they were all gone.
To protect this land, to ensure that the flag of the Valley of Freedom continued to fly beneath these skies, to protect their comrades, to protect them, they fell one by one. They never woke up again.
David clenched his fists.
The nails dug into his palms, penetrating the skin and causing blood to seep out.
Purple blood dripped from between his fingers, falling onto the charred ground and turning the ash purple.
However, he didn’t seem to feel any pain. He just stood there, silently looking at the ruins, looking at his former home.
“David”
Jiang Xuelan lay on her back, her voice weak.
He felt his body stiffen for a moment, and he also felt almost uncontrollable emotions welling up from within him. “Freedom Valley are there any survivors?”
David closed his eyes.
He spread his divine consciousness outwards, and the power of chaos turned into invisible ripples, spreading out in all directions from him as the center.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, a thousand miles, two thousand miles—my divine sense covers the entire northern region, penetrating mountains and rocks, dense forests, and the depths of the earth.
His divine sense swept through various corners, searching for that faint, familiar aura.
Then he felt it.
In a valley in the barren land, dozens of faint auras gathered together, their auras a mixture of fear, exhaustion, and despair, but they were still alive, still waiting.
In the dense mountains and forests, scattered traces of life still remained, hidden deep within the ancient trees, not daring to make a sound.
Deep in the abandoned mine tunnels, some faint wisps of energy still remained underground, surviving by consuming the residual energy from the spirit ores.
There are still people alive.
David opened his eyes.
“own.”
He said, in a soft but steady voice, “There are still many people alive.”
He put Jiang Xuelan down from his back and let her lean against a broken stone pillar.
The stone pillar still held a trace of holy light, but it had cooled down.
He took off his blue robe and draped it over her shoulders.
His body heat was still felt in the robe. Jiang Xuelan wrapped the robe tighter around her body, and the warmth made her tense body relax a little.
“Wait for me here,” said David.
“Where are you going?” Jiang Xuelan’s voice sounded a little nervous.
“I will find them.” David turned around, looking at the boundless expanse of desert in the dusk. “I will bring the people of Freedom Valley home.”
Jiang Xuelan did not ask any more questions. He knew that nothing could stop David from doing what he was about to do.
He knew he would come back. He never let him down.
David jumped into the air, turned into a purple beam of light, and plunged into the vast twilight.
Deep in the northern interior, there is a hidden valley.
This valley is located between two high mountains, with an entrance so narrow that only one person can pass through it sideways.
The entrance to the valley was mostly blocked by collapsed rocks, and the outside was covered in vines and bushes, so from the outside, it was impossible to tell that there was a hidden paradise within.
There was a small clearing in the valley, where several simple thatched-roof huts had been built, which were about to collapse.
Dozens of Free Valley remains are hidden here.
They’ve been hiding here for so long that they probably don’t even recognize themselves.
When they first arrived, they thought the gods would soon knock on their door, and they lived in constant fear, taking turns standing guard at night and not daring to close their eyes.
After waiting for days without the arrival of the gods, they began to wonder if they could return to the Free Valley.
After waiting several more days, their comrades who had been sent to scout the road did not return, and they began to despair.
After that, they didn’t dare send anyone out again.
Because every person who leaves means one less person.
Their clothes were tattered and worn; Their once uniform battle robes had turned into scraps of cloth, barely enough to cover their bodies.
Everyone has wounds; some were dry wounds covered in black crusts, while others were festering wounds that gave off a foul odor.
The weapons were incomplete; some swords had broken tips, some knives had chipped edges, and some were only half spear handles.
Many people experience setbacks in their cultivation because they do not replenish their spiritual energy and their bodies are overworked.
Their eyes were filled with fear and despair.
Every day I lived in constant fear, listening intently to every sound outside, afraid to hear the trumpets of the gods searching for me.
Every time the wind blew hard and moved the leaves, someone would reflexively grip their weapon.
Every night before going to bed, some people worry about whether they will be able to wake up the next day.
They thought Freedom Valley was finished.
They thought David was dead.
I thought there was no hope in this life.
Until someone saw a streak of purple light on the horizon.
FAQ NovelQ: What was the significance of the Protoss Alliance Hall’s destruction?A: The Protoss Alliance Hall was a symbol of power that had ruled for tens of thousands of years. Its complete destruction signifies a monumental shift in the established order and the end of an era.Q: What does the scene in Freedom Valley reveal about the recent past?A: The desolate ruins of Freedom Valley, strewn with shattered structures, broken weapons, and the remains of both its defenders and attackers, paint a grim picture of a brutal and devastating battle that recently took place.As the dust settles and new journeys begin, the consequences of the past continue to resonate, shaping the path forward for those who remain.
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Q: What major event reaches its climax in this chapter?
A: This chapter brings to a dramatic conclusion a monumental conflict, permanently altering the surrounding landscape and power dynamics.
Q: What state is the once-thriving civilization left in?
A: The civilization is reduced to desolate remnants, serving as a stark and poignant reminder of the immense cost and devastation wrought by war.
What do you anticipate will be the long-term repercussions of these significant events?