The migration routes were no longer flanked by desolation and ruins, but by land that was reviving with life.
The government organized strong logistical support and security escorts to ensure the migration proceeded smoothly.
Changning City. Atop its tallest watchtower.
Li Wen stood there quietly, dressed in simple clothes, his aura as contained as an abyss.
He was no longer the sharp-edged Venerable from the heat of battle, but more like a gentle Guardian.
His calm gaze swept over the city below, across streets that were gradually returning to their daily order after the celebrations, yet still brimming with life.
He looked toward the migration columns in the distance, winding their way into the vast world.
He saw face after face.
No longer ashen with despair, but radiant with the glow of hope.
He saw parents reminding their children who were about to travel far to be safe, their eyes filled with reassurance rather than worry.
