Everyone looked up, a light igniting in their eyes.
The darkness faded, and light returned.
Above the azure-swept sky, the sun was dazzling, and the flowing clouds shifted with the wind.
White birds soared upwards, like a grand and majestic dance.
Xie Linyuan raised his hand, catching a drifting peach blossom petal, whispering softly, "The daylight... it's so beautiful."
Three hundred years ago, he had never seen the daylight until his death.
Now, this daylight finally shone upon him.
So, he had no more regrets.
"We won!" someone shouted excitedly, "We won!"
The second Battle of Ten Thousand Armies, Shenzhou won.
With minimal casualties, they achieved absolute victory.
Except for the three chief commanders, all the invaders were killed by them.
Just like three hundred years ago when these invaders flooded into Shenzhou, cruelly slaughtering the soldiers and civilians.
Yet, they all knew that as soon as the gunfire erupted, there were no true victors.
