"What is the New Daxia like?"
"Peace and prosperity, as you wished!"
"What about the future of Daxia? How would it be?"
"Do not worry, senior. We have taken up your steel spears and tread the path you once walked. The future of Daxia will surely have its mountains and rivers intact, just as you and I desire..."
Each heroic soul, transcending time and space in conversation, each figure fading away with a contented smile, each segment describing a future vision...
The mountains are mighty but no match for the conviction in one's heart.
The path is long but no longer than the longing etched in one's soul...
On the seventh level, Dong Sanqiu quietly gazes at the eighth level.
Clouds and fog swirl above, obscuring everything from sight, yet his heart is tumultuous.
He bears deep-seated vengeance, professes a heart as firm as steel, trapped here for three centuries without daring to move a step—is this the difference between him and Marquis Xueyi?
