"I have long said, many things are beyond your imagination, but not beyond her ability to achieve," Wei Xiaotian remarked wistfully.
Looking at Yue Fanchen and the others, it is estimated that it will take a while before they regain consciousness. Han Yan, finding herself idle, carefully examined the surrounding scenery.
The North Abyss Misty Plain behind them needs no further comment, but ahead lies a forest of monuments, where the stones bear only the gender and name, nothing else, simple beyond simplicity, yet it is precisely due to this that they appear solemn and dignified.
Perhaps, to the surviving cultivators on the Holy Court Continent, no words are sufficient to describe the contributions God's Guardians have made to protect the Holy Court Continent; instead, it would be profanity, so only their names are inscribed.
