At this critical moment of life and death, Yan Xiao and his companions were like scattered starlight in the darkness—though small, they were incomparably brilliant as they engaged in a thrilling, desperate battle against the Darkness Core.
A memory suddenly flashed through Yan Xiao's mind, taking him back to his youth in the ruins of his family estate. The once-glorious family domain was now reduced to broken walls and fragmented pillars, the dilapidated structures swaying precariously in the wind as if whispering of past glories and catastrophes. He walked alone among the ruins, stepping over shattered stones and family crests eroded by time. Absolute silence surrounded him, save for the echo of his own footsteps in the empty space.
Back then, his eyes had been filled with grief over the family's decline and bewilderment regarding an unknown future. Staring at the family's sacrificial high platform—now mostly collapsed—and imagining his ancestors holding grand ceremonies there, a fierce sense of mission ignited within his heart. He secretly swore that he would reclaim his family's lost glory and make the Yaoyang Family once again the Shield of Light guarding the world. This vow was like a brand, deeply engraved in the depths of his soul, becoming an inextinguishable driving force on his path forward.
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