After a fierce collision between light and darkness, the world embarked on the arduous path of reconstruction. It was a path full of thorns yet brimming with hope, much like the wings of a phoenix reborn from the flames, carrying both the yearning for the future and the memory of past pain. Every step forward felt like crossing a deep chasm, fraught with challenges, but that light of hope served as a distant lighthouse, guiding people to forge ahead with courage.
Yan Xiao led the others in disaster relief and reconstruction across the affected regions. Like busy bees, they shuttled through the ruins in search of survivors and usable resources. Their bustling figures were like specks of fireflies in the dark—faint, yet full of hope. The Golden Spear in Yan Xiao's hand had now transformed into an excavation tool. With forceful leverage, he pried apart massive boulders, every movement displaying his indomitable strength, a power that seemed capable of shaking the earth. Standing in the sunlight, his figure appeared exceptionally tall, like a mythological hero descended to the mortal realm. It was a symbol of responsibility and commitment; he was the light of hope in people's hearts. No longer filled solely with the anger and resolve of battle, his gaze now carried a deeper respect for life and a steadfast belief in the rebuilding of his homeland—a conviction that burned like an everlasting flame within his eyes. Although the Yaoyang Sacred Glory had grown dim after the battle, …
Chapter 138