A Tune of the Nine Nethers, Thousand Mile Soul Chasing!
As Mo Wudao and the rest reached out to grab the flags that fell from the skies, their eyes brightened! It was as if their lives had suddenly brightened up this instance! As if the spark in their souls was flickering fervently!
As if that glory of ten thousand years had finally returned back to them in this moment!
As if this battle flag represented the acknowledgement and gratitude of the entire Continent!
This life had not been in vain!
"Heroes from the Holy Lands! Have a good journey!" Jun Moxie shouted. "I, Jun Moxie, send you off here!" Then, he slowly raised his hands and cupped his fists solemnly, saluting the solemn army on the ground.