Qin Shi floated in He Lanchan's memory; more accurately, this was the past of the Vice Marshal, all unfolding from his perspective.
Dongxia, jointly established by the Nine Marshals, from its newborn state to its tottering steps, was etched in Qin Shi's spirit.
It was an extremely grand image, carrying forward the ideals of countless beings.
"In the macro scale of the Great Cosmos, a thousand years, ten thousand years, even a hundred million years, are but fleeting moments.
The existence of the individual is very insignificant before the vastness of time."
From the Vice Marshal's perspective, Marshal Qin's silhouette always moved ahead, like an insurmountable and reassuring monument and guidepost.
The setting sun was like blood, with clouds at the horizon dyed crimson by its glow.
Marshal Qin, cloaked in a military coat, stood atop the peak, with overlapping ridges below, raging waves, a vast panorama.
