Xu Tiancai was immersed in memories, and scenes of battles shared with his companions surfaced one by one. Their life-and-death struggle by the dark river, their arduous exploration in the burning world, and their contests with various dangerous creatures in the mysterious city—every single moment shone like a brilliant star, illuminating the depths of his soul. He felt a warm and pure power quietly gathering within his heart, a radiance woven from friendship, courage, and faith.
A'gang's tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed. The fierce warrior lowered his Battle Axe, and the muscles usually tense from combat loosened as well. Images of his hometown arose in his mind—the vast grassland, the galloping steed, and the simple, honest smiles of his loved ones. Throughout the cruel battles, these fond memories had always been his inner solace, and at this moment, they surged forth from the depths of his soul as a powerful, purifying force.
Lin closed her eyes slightly, her hands hanging naturally by her sides. The surrounding elements seemed to sense her tranquil state of mind and grew gentle. She recalled the curiosity and longing she felt when she first began learning magic—a yearning for the unknown world, entirely free of impurities. Every successful spell cast and every new magical exploration was like a gem in her spiritual journey. These memories filled her heart with a pure love for magic, and this love converged into a pure spiritual force flowing around her.
Chapter 167