She vaguely felt that with each step Ji Jingqiu took, the Heart Moon between his eyebrows brightened by a sliver.
What did this Heart Moon really represent?
...
In the third month of Ji Jingqiu's journey through the Western regions, he passed by what was once a bustling city. Under the cloak of night, it lay empty, as if crushed under the wheels of the All Gods.
Ji Jingqiu paused briefly.
He felt that this was the posture in which many things come to an end.
Not with a thunderous roar.
But with an unheard whimper.
The world was vast and crowded, yet devoid of light and a place for their voices.
Along the way, he had witnessed many human tragedies.
The word 'war' itself was synonymous with original sin.
He had seen Martial Artists die to the Federation's technology, killed by infrasonic weapons; their bodies unmarked, but their internal organs twisted and ruptured, brains turned to mush, dying in extreme agony.
