"You think that in this tragic war, I will be very painful and desperate when I see so many people die in front of me. Unfortunately, you are wrong again. I am in pain, but why am I despair? Despair is because of seeing the darkness and filthiness of this world, extreme disappointment, but what did I see?"

Hua Qianyue pointed at the corpses under her feet, and a strong terrifying light burst out in her eyes.

"I saw that they knew they would die, but they continued to rush forward. I saw that they fought to the end without regretting their faith in order to protect the people. Why do I see despair? What I saw was clearly a strong hope. They proved to me with death that the hope and beauty of the people's hearts."

The high priest was shocked.

Being stubborn and strong eyes were overwhelmed by her unyielding belief and strong eyes.

"But you won't understand, because you have no heart. You want to destroy my beliefs and prove that your thoughts are right. How weak and unfortunate you are."

Hua Qianyue approached him step by step.

"The more you want to destroy me, the more you prove that you don't believe that your thoughts are right at all. When one day you find yourself wrong, that is the ultimate destruction of you!"

Hua Qianyue's words deeply hurt his weakness, and the high priest left almost in a mess.

As night fell, Hua Qianyue asked the fire dragon to spray countless fires from the sky, burning all the corpses on the battlefield to ashes.

At least not let the bodies of these heroes be used again.

Looking at the raging fire, Hua Qianyue took out the Fan Bei and blew a sad requiem.

Until all the fire is extinguished, the ashes of the ground rise with the wind.

She fell to her knees, covering her face, feeling sad.

"You should stand up!" A cold voice came with the wind.

Hua Qianyue did not look up: "Are you here to make a joke?"

"I, the Hua Qianyue I know, should cry while standing, not kneeling!"

"This is not kneeling, this is the worship of human beings. What do you know? A winner like you will never understand. It is so painful and powerless to watch so many people die in front of you." Hua Qianyue stood up and looked at him coldly.

Night is reborn and silent in the night.

"I have witnessed my father and mother's death in front of me, and have seen countless demon soldiers sacrifice to protect their homes, have seen the grief and anger of seeing the demons being forced into a barren land, and have seen the people who have been sealed and started to kill each other for resources. I have seen no less tragedy than you, and no less pain or powerlessness."

Hua Qianyue was shocked. She remembered Ye Chuangsheng said that he was still a child at that time.

So young, I have experienced so many tragic ups and downs.

"But I don't want to see more of this kind of tragedy, so I spent two thousand years practicing the technique of crossing the seal and finding a suitable body. After traveling through time, I spent thousands of years looking for artifacts and methods to unseal them.

I have encountered many failures, but I have always believed that this goal has not been given up and finally got to the point of victory. But this step has taken me seven thousand years from the beginning to the present."

Hua Qianyue was shocked. Seven thousand years, not to mention such a long time, even for a hundred years, she might not be able to persevere.

In a sense, the night's rebirth is amazingly strong and persistent.

Who can persist for so long for a slim goal? Some people may persist for a while, while others may persist for a hundred or two years.
Chapter completed!