Ye Li continued forward. Within the illusion array, the resentment that had merged with him was aroused. He calmed these resentments by feeling the same pain as them and resonating with their emotions.

The call from the living constantly restores his strength, allowing him to speed up the process.

Their voices echoed in his ears, letting Ye Li know that he was not fighting alone; behind him were countless people who were looking up to him.

"tread……"

As they moved forward once more, the scene changed, and this time it was a familiar landscape to Ye Li.

The village where he lived, his parents, the familiar villagers—everywhere was exactly the same as he remembered.

"Is this finally my turn, for the last time?"

Thinking about it carefully, it's amazing how fast time has passed since he left his hometown to become the commander of the Taiping Army.

"Once I finish this final illusion, I should be able to leave this place, go outside, and have a good chat with the guy who created all of this."

As for what to use to talk? Naturally, it's the sword in his hand.

Just looking at him from afar, the resentment emanating from the leader within the white mist made him want to vomit.

No matter who he is, Ye Li is determined to cut off that guy's head.

With this in mind, Ye Li confronted his own memories.

"Squeak..."

You can smell a delicious aroma from outside the house; it's the smell of meat and noodles.

Pushing open the wooden door, Ye Li saw her parents, who had gone to take refuge with the other villagers. They were sitting on either side of the table, waiting for her to come and eat.

His seat had a bowl of white noodles with a few pieces of meat on top, glistening with oil.

"Xiao Li, what time is it? Hurry up and come eat. Your old man has already finished eating, and you're the only one left."

Conversations between family members don't need to be overly formal or polite; this casualness gave Ye Li a jolt.

"Yes, it's here."

Sit down, pick up your chopsticks, mix the meat and noodles together, and stuff them into your mouth.

The wild boar meat he hunted from the mountain had a slightly gamey smell, but it was good food for villagers like them.

The noodles are chewy and have a unique flavor after absorbing the broth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. Anyway, you rarely come back, so I made a lot of noodles."

His mother stroked his face and said he had lost weight and gotten much darker, probably from being out in the sun.

"It's okay, I'm doing fine now. I have enough to eat and wear, and I also have some friends with me."

"Hey kid, have you been neglecting your studies lately? I'll test you myself later."

"Absolutely no problem. I've found quite a few interesting new books lately."

After finishing the meal, my mother and I cleared the table and chatted with my father about the rumors and gossip from all over the country, and about the books he had found when he confiscated the property of some aristocratic families.

By the way, I also took out the chess set he had carved with a sword and played a couple of games with my father.

"Eat your cannon... Kid, you've hidden it well, but your mother and I can tell that life outside isn't easy for you."

"My car ate your elephant... Dad, don't say that. Although life has been a bit turbulent, I am very content now."

Together with a group of like-minded people, we are going to do something big.

"I'd been staying home all this time, and I was taking many things for granted. Only by going out and seeing more of the world can a person change and truly learn something."

The game of chess continued, and the phantom of the father before him remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.

"Xiao Li, the world is too bitter and too difficult now. Come back. Don't fight on the battlefield and lose your life. Think about me and your mother."

We just want our family to live a peaceful life; we don't want to see you continue in such danger.

"...No, I won't stop, at least not until there's a real change in the world."

The comfortable, beautiful, harmonious and peaceful atmosphere at home allowed Ye Li to relax, but the memories and experiences from before meant he was destined not to immerse himself in it.