Zuo Xiaoduo was high up in the air.
He saw rows upon rows of tombstones on the ground as far as the eye could see.
They were neat and tidy, stretching out from front to back and left to right. There was no end in sight!
No matter if one looked at it vertically or diagonally, all the tombstones appeared to be in a straight line, extending straight to the other end of the endless horizon.
An intense feeling of shock suddenly welled up in his heart.
In this forest of tombstones, one could vaguely see scattered figures moving about. They were moving about, burning incense, weeding, drinking, and sitting quietly.
There were so many tombstones, and many of them were covered with thick traces of rain and wind.
But there wasn't even a single weed growing on the tombstones.
Whether it was the brothers who came to sweep the tombstones or the comrades who stood guard here, they wouldn't allow any weeds to grow on the tombstones of their comrades!
Every year, fresh soil would be transported from afar and scattered on the tombstones.
In this way, in the eyes of the living, their brothers had just died and their heroic spirits hadn't left. I still haven't forgotten the scene of that year. Their faces are still fresh in my heart.
On each tombstone, there was a young face.
Some were solemn, some were smiling, some were grinning, some were pulling faces mischievously, some had swollen eyes, some were eating steamed buns with half a steamed bun in their mouths, looking up in shock …
These frozen faces were all quietly observing the world in front of them.
They were quietly accompanying their comrades by their side.
There were also some tombstones where men and women were buried together. The pictures on the tombstones were wedding photos of the two parties involved, full of happy smiles as they snuggled up to each other, looking at the world of mortals.
In a place far away from Zuo Xiaoduo's line of sight, there was an enormous tombstone that towered into the sky.
At a glance, it was at least three hundred meters tall. At a glance, it was even more majestic than an ordinary mountain.
There were huge black words on it.
"Success doesn't depend on me. I have no regrets in this life. Neither success nor failure is in the annals of history. I have done my best in this battle!"
On the other side, there was an entrance and a couplet.
"The spirits of heroes may enter, but the souls of cowards shall not!"
Next was a stately building with a courtyard filled with wreaths. There was only one passageway leading to the Hall of Martyrs. Entering the Hall of Martyrs, there were four entrances: north, south, east, and west.
There were people from the East, South, West, and North Legions stationed here at all times to welcome the Heroic Souls of their respective armies. They each led the Heroic Souls to reunite with their former comrades.
When Zuo Xiaoduo arrived and looked down from above, he could clearly see that the people standing at the entrance were all soldiers in military uniforms. Many of them were holding memorial tablets in their arms and holding urns of ashes, waiting quietly.
When it was their turn, they walked up with their brothers to send their brothers to their resting place.
If it wasn't his turn, he would just have to wait for as long as he could!
No one was allowed to speak or do anything before the brothers were sent to the Martyr's Palace. She was not allowed to cry or laugh.
Even if he had to wait for ten days or a month, he had to maintain the same posture from beginning to end!
When a brother was on a long journey, he had to be allowed to leave peacefully and peacefully. How could he be neglected in the slightest?
Inside the Martyr's Palace, soldiers continuously entered and exited in neat rows to welcome the Heroic Souls. Both sides faced each other and saluted. Then, they divided into two rows of guards to escort the Heroic Souls into the palace.
In the distance, there were still many people holding memorial tablets and solemnly walking over.
They were at the very back, quietly lining up.
Every day, there were tens of thousands of people here, but no one said a word. The entire place was silent.
Apart from the sound of footsteps, there was only extreme silence. There were very few movements!
"This … this is …" Zuo Xiaoduo's eyes were filled with shock as he witnessed this scene.
His heart was instantly filled with solemnity. He felt an inexplicable urge to cry. He felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.
He would never be able to see such a scene from the rear!
These densely packed tombstones stretched endlessly. How could there only be a few hundred million people?
The old man straightened Zuo Xiaoduo and released the restriction on him. Then, he led him into the Hall of Martyrs' Palace's reception building.
They hadn't taken more than a few steps, as if they had made an appointment beforehand.
A middle-aged man in military uniform walked out. He had a square face and a solemn expression. His eyes were like a bloodthirsty falcon's. His body trembled when he saw the old man, but he soon saluted him with a straight back.
The old man returned the greeting with a solemn expression. He said in a deep voice, "I'll take this little guy to the Martyr's Temple Cemetery for a stroll."
The middle-aged man nodded silently. He didn't say anything and only extended his hand.
His meaning was obvious. Please do as you wish.
He then saluted again and turned to leave. He didn't say a single word from start to finish.
"He can't talk now, can he?" Zuo Xiaoduo finally couldn't hold back and asked the question he had been wondering about for a long time.
"He … can talk."
The old man sighed and said, "Many, many years ago, he was the one who loved to talk the most. In the whole team, no one laughed more than he did, and no one talked more than he did. His mouth was full of endless words every day, and his brothers called him a chatterbox.
That time, he and his brothers completed a mission. He couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart after the mission was completed. He chuckled softly and said only one word, 'awesome'. But it was that chuckle that alerted the Umno Alliance and caused the successful infiltration mission to fail on the verge of success. After a chase, all of his brothers died an unnatural death. Instead, he was the one who was sent out by his brothers at the risk of their lives … "
"Since then, he has not spoken a single word!"
"Later on, he applied to be stationed at the Martyr's Palace. There's even less of a need to talk here."
The old man sighed. "Five thousand years have passed since then … but he hasn't even coughed once! He hasn't even talked in his sleep once. "
Five thousand years?!
Zuo Xiaoduo felt a surge of sourness and heat shoot straight to his head. For a moment, he couldn't form a single word. He was speechless for a long time.
The old man led Zuo Xiaoduo all the way out of the building. Then, they were already in the middle of an unusually vast cemetery.
The ground was flat and smooth, like a mirror.
On the tombstones, youthful faces slid past his eyes one after another.
On the furthest side of the tombstone, there was a woman with a face so beautiful that it could cause the downfall of a nation. She was smiling sweetly on the tombstone.
"That's the wife of the Heavenly King of the Right." The old man sighed softly and walked over to offer an incense stick and a jar of wine.
Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked.
The wife of the Heavenly King of the Right?!
Even such a big shot … had fallen?
When he took a few steps closer, he saw that there were still words on the tombstone —
"My beloved wife, Nian Fenghua's tomb. Don't worry, girl. We'll meet again sooner or later. Don't be petty, I won't marry another! "
Zuo Xiaoduo's heart felt like it was being pounded by a heavy hammer.
The old man sighed softly.
"The Heavenly King of the Right has been single ever since. Because of his marriage, the Star Plucking Monarch and the others have beaten and scolded him countless times. But every time, he would just cover his head and take the beating without saying a word. As he got older and older, no one urged him anymore …"
"Every year, he would come here and drink quietly a few times. He would come on his wife's birthday, their wedding anniversary, his wife's death anniversary …"
"Don't be fooled by the fact that he doesn't seem to be serious every day … but in fact, he's suffering in his heart!"
The old man sighed softly.
"Don't think that you won't fall just because you've become a senior. You're all human, and you're all fated. You'll die just like that. There's no need to talk so much about it." The old man sighed.
Then, he walked to the back and came to another tomb.
"The tomb of the Sword Emperor, Xiao Wuji."
"Back then, the Sword Emperor and the Saber Spirit … shocked the Sun Moon Pass … Back then, it was the same as now. Many people fought with their lives for many years. Some even became friends with their opponents for a long time. Some were even … "
"During that battle, the Sword Emperor, Xiao Wuji, suddenly felt something. He sent a letter to the Umno Alliance's Heavenly King Ling Yun and invited him for a drink. Heavenly King Ling Yun came alone, and the two of them got drunk. "
"A month later, the Sword Emperor fell into Heavenly King Ling Yun's ambush in order to save his brother who was trapped. In the end, he died in battle. Heavenly King Ling Yun and a few other Umno Alliance's Heavenly Kings personally killed the Sword Emperor and sent his corpse back. They also gifted the Umno Alliance with a thousand jars of fine wine. "
"Three days later, Heavenly King Ling Yun of the Umno Alliance suddenly passed away silently in the Umno Alliance's camp."
"Everyone knew that Heavenly King Ling Yun was injured by the Sword Emperor's final attack and couldn't survive. However … only a few people knew that Heavenly King Ling Yun didn't want to live anymore after the Sword Emperor's death. He didn't want to go to the underworld alone … "
The old man sighed. He opened a jar of wine and filled three cups. Two cups were placed in front of the tombstone, and one cup was held by himself. He said softly, "Brothers … I hope that when you reach the other side, you won't be enemies anymore. Let me give you a toast. I hope that you won't be lonely on the road together."
After saying that, he raised his head and downed the cup in one gulp.
After the fragrance of the wine dissipated from the tombstone, he gently poured the wine in his cup. "Drink more."
He then took out a few more jars of wine and poured them down.
He sighed softly and said, "Heavenly King Ling Yun of the Umno Alliance … was a woman. The Sword Emperor never married, and Heavenly King Ling Yun never married. "
Zuo Xiaoduo was enlightened. No wonder the old man had said that he was wondering how the two big shots were like. It turned out that they were on different sides, and it was difficult for them to walk side by side on the road together. When he put himself in their shoes, he couldn't help but feel endless bitterness for this pair of lovers.
People's feelings never stop because of some kind of enmity or feud. Feelings are often the most difficult thing to control.
Once feelings were born, they were naturally the hardest to control.
The Sword Emperor and Heavenly King Ling Yun knew each other well because of their enmity. They developed feelings for each other, but they didn't dare to say it out loud. Just like that, they fought for their lives.
You had your responsibilities, and I had my mission.
You couldn't back down, and I couldn't give up. We could only fight until we died. Both of us died.
Zuo Xiaoduo sighed softly. "At the last moment, I'm afraid the Sword Emperor … was tired of living? They were tied down and tortured for their entire lives … "
The old man smiled bitterly. "The two disciples of the Sword Emperor at that time, one was Dongfang Zhengyang, and the other was the Sword Sovereign … Both of them could already hold their own …"
He sighed, but there was still more to it.
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