Once the reminders were announced.
The Great Wine Sacrifice gazed at the Heaven Towards Mountain stretching for thousands of miles, murmuring with emotion:
"The land stretches like a painting for a thousand miles, the sorrowful souls cry like a song."
"Everyone, should you encounter the martyrs of my Taicang, take what you need for yourself, but do not disturb their peace."
The simple exhortation was filled with unspeakable sorrow.
It was as if he had witnessed the tragic scene firsthand back then.
Jiang Fan thought of the Nine-Sect disciples who died heroically resisting the Dead Spirit Army on the Boundary Mountain.
With a heavy heart, he said, "I understand!"
The people from each sect harbored respect in their hearts.
The thousand years of peace in Central Earth was exchanged with their blood and lives.
It cannot be desecrated.
Only the Evil Crow Venerable glanced indifferently at the ancient battlefield, his eyes filled with greed.
