For the next few decades, the Divine Land tightened its belt and, in a short span of time, stood at the pinnacle of the world once more, whether in economics or technology. We spilled our hot blood on the battlefield, simply because of a heart that refused to be a slave. We advanced wave upon wave, just to keep every inch of our mountains and rivers from falling into enemy hands. We united as one, marching toward enemy artillery fire.
In the stories, hero after hero never cared about personal gains or losses. They didn't even value their own lives, let alone honor and money. These were the true role models.
At this moment, the depression that had been weighing down Su Yue's heart suddenly vanished into thin air. With the Divine Land's six thousand years of history, the souls of those heroes were the true soul of the Divine Land. Their unyielding pride had forged the spine of this giant.
