The others also realized sothing was happening.
They looked up to the sky.
Ye Wanlan, with her exceptional vision, could see the distant flas.
Large swathes of fire were heading toward the atmosphere, alongside fleets of battleships.
Yan Tingfeng naturally saw it too, his pupils suddenly tightening as he burst out with murderous intent: "It’s them."
Anyone who had experienced the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies would never forget this scene.
Because after the fire descended upon Shenzhou, in just seven days, countless were dead or wounded.
This is an everlasting pain, an endless nightmare that cannot be erased.
And now, the sa thing was happening again.
The flas drew nearer, and with a "whoosh," the first battleship appeared in the sky.
"We finally made it in again. Last ti was really unlucky." The leading general brushed the dust off his clothes, "Just a little more and we could have conquered Shenzhou."
Another general said, "Last ti, we lost quite a few as well. The king has decreed, this ti we must take Shenzhou."
"Hmph, of course." The first general laughed out loud, "Even though they’ve now entered modern tis, the heroic figures from three hundred years ago are long dead. The Shenzhou of today is nothing to fear!"
With no extre martial arts or advanced technology, what do they have to fight us?
The generals exchanged glances and laughed together.
And this scene was fully captured by Ye Wanlan.
She easily recognized the faces of these generals, faces that had appeared repeatedly in her dreams.
An inch of mountain, an inch of blood, Shenzhou was buried under corpses far and wide.
Having read the history books and felt such excruciating pain from this part of history, how much worse it must be to see it with one’s own eyes?
Ye Wanlan rembered clearly because only by rembering could she stand firm in her resolve for revenge again and again.
Country’s enmity, family’s hatred, never a mont to forget.
Though Shenzhou had revitalized and flourished after three hundred years, can past sacrifices and pain truly be erased?
No.
The descendants have no right to forgive the enemies on behalf of the martyrs, and forgetting is synonymous with forgiveness.
So, one must not forget.
In Ye Wanlan’s mind, countless fragnts were frantically flashing back.
Before her eyes were familiar faces, all subrged in blood.
In her ears echoed the vows, never bowing or yielding even unto death.
——Imperial Elder Sister, Yongle never lost Xiang’s proud spirit, never disappointed you.
——Today, my Shence, eight thousand Long Spear Guards in Shenzhou! Fight to the death, no retreat!
——In Shenzhou Calendar 1723, Sword Saint Xie Linyuan defended Fengyuan alone with his sword, until all strength was spent, and he never saw daylight again.
——Among tens of thousands of Shenzhou Healers, the world will no longer see Shui Yunqing.
——The Tower Master... sacrificed himself for the path, protecting Shenzhou.
——They shouted, Shenzhou will not perish, Shenzhou will not be destroyed, which angered the enemy, and thus they were brutally killed.
——In those seven days, on the Shenzhou Land Continent, millions of bones were laid to rest.
She saw Yongle Palace consud by fire, her nine-year-old imperial younger sister turn to bones in an instant.
She saw Emperor Yongshun step by step ascend the city wall, draw his sword, and commit suicide, at rely the age of sixteen.
She saw Yan Mountain collapse, and there was no longer a King of Yan.
She saw the Divine Strategy Military wiped out, even the Taiyi dical Practitioner took to the battlefield.
She saw the Six Great Sects, Four Directions Nobility, and the Eight Hundred Vassals perish for the protection of the Shenzhou Land Continent.
She saw mountains and rivers stained with blood, lants echoing everywhere.
She hated.
She was unwilling.
She bore a deep-seated vendetta with nowhere to exact revenge.
Aside from rembering, what else can be done?
When Han Yunsheng revealed that the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies would inevitably descend again, Ye Wanlan wasn’t much moved.
Three hundred years had passed, many of those enemies back then were probably dead, replaced by new faces, and this vendetta could never be completely avenged.
But now, the familiar faces she saw in the historical regressions were once again before her eyes.
So this is why.
The universe is vast, with countless worlds, and countless tilines.
And the flow of ti in each world is different, maybe three hundred years went by in Shenzhou, but to these invaders, it was just a few years.
Or maybe the lifespan of these invaders is different from humans, longer.
No matter the reason, what matters is these invaders are still alive.
The wind howled, the fire blazed, and Ye Wanlan started to laugh: "Really happy, huh? You all aren’t dead yet."
The national enmity and family hatred from three hundred years ago, this ti, she will avenge it personally!
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