After kneeling and thanking Heaven, Mei Moke stood up, took out a crumpled piece of paper, and smiled at Chen Jing and the others, saying:

“Children, this belongs to you. It is a certificate that I have stored in the Kun family bank. It is a certificate that recognizes the ticket but not the person. With this certificate, you can get the land deed and key to a house I have in the countryside of Liangjing.”

"That house and all its treasures are yours."

Mei Moke said with a smile, seemingly in a good mood.

Chen Jing opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't know what to say.

Finally, He Lili spoke up: "Although it's a bit inappropriate to say this now..."

"But the Song Dynasty is no longer on the map. Now people call this place the former Song Dynasty, and they call our city ruins."

“There is no Song Dynasty anymore, only the former Song Dynasty,” Li Si said calmly, his tone flat.

"No Song Dynasty?" Mei Moke's gaze sharpened. "Did we lose the war?"

“No…we didn’t fail,” Daonan said. “If it weren’t for that explosion, that explosion that turned the plains into glass…”

Recalling the historical knowledge he learned from Pan Fengyu, Chen Jing said, "Despite being outnumbered, Song... we still held our ground on familiar land. Even when our army was numbered in the hundreds or thousands and a large number of new recruits went to the battlefield at the last moment, we did not lose the war."

In his narration, Chen Jing deliberately used "we" instead of "the people of Song".

"Our soldiers, with their perfect attack-and-retreat tactics, relying on the support of the people, the terrain advantage, the favorable logistical support for home-based operations, the well-equipped puppet legion, and most importantly, their tenacious willpower, delayed the enemy's advance while preserving the last remaining troops. They created the illusion for the invading coalition that we still had a large number of troops, exploiting their command, logistics, and any weaknesses that could be found... We held on for the last battle, and they did not advance an inch on the big map."

"When the final moment arrived, the battle lines were still locked, and no one could tell whether we had lost."

“Those heroes never considered surrendering or giving up.” Dao Nan clenched his fist and continued, “Just as we were about to continue fighting, suddenly, the sky caught fire, and thick fog spread from the earth. Courage, wisdom, determination, training, organization, and command all became powerless; everyone died…”

"The area around the battlefield was burned to glass by the explosions, and then a thick fog of death erupted...encircling most of our land."

Mei Moke seemed silent for a moment, but after a while, he sighed, "I should have thought of that... No wonder no one came looking for me... Alas, if I hadn't participated in this Feathered Human Project, perhaps..."

He didn't say anything about "maybe," and his eyes lost their luster slightly, as if he were on a beach watching giant waves hundreds of meters high approach from afar.

"Let's not talk about that." Mei Moke looked at Dao Nan and asked, "Where are the common people?"

Upon hearing this, He Lili could no longer contain her grief.

“Most of them were fleeing, but some people did offer them a helping hand. When the monarch of the Blue Dynasty heard of the disaster, he allowed the unarmed refugees to cross the border, giving His Highness the Prince and the people a ‘temporary’ piece of land and some aid. They built a city there called ‘New Song’…”

Chen Jing knew about this, which is why Ash City, despite being closer to the Xia Dynasty, primarily used the Blue Dynasty's currency.

"The Emperor of the Celestial Empire also issued an edict, calling on believers to aid those who also have faith in Heaven..."

As she spoke, He Lili found herself unable to continue.

"Are there still people? There are so many Song people, even the largest city wouldn't be enough," Mei Moke asked.

He Lili could no longer hold back and began to sob softly.

The sadness emanating from her quickly infected those around her. Dao Nan's eyes were red and swollen, Li Ai looked away, and Zhang Taoying stood behind He Lili, patting her back.

"Let's not talk about that." Li Si said to Mei Moke expressionlessly, "Sir, during the time you became a winged person, have you discovered anything? Can you tell us the truth about the winged people?"

Mei Moke shook his head: "Discovered? Nothing. That group planned to emulate the Xia Dynasty by turning corpses into an army, creating a special army belonging to the Song Dynasty. And I was a volunteer."

“However, I have a question,” Mei Moke said. “I feel that the people in the workshop don’t seem to be solely focused on creating winged beings…”

"Before my transformation was fully successful, when another volunteer from the workshop became a winged person, I heard them torturing him..."

"They are begging for tears, yes, tears!"

"Tears?" He Lili wiped away her tears and tilted her head.

Chen Jing frowned and asked, "What is that?"

“In some ancient books, it is said that angel’s tears are a powerful magical material,” Li Si said.

“But none of that matters anymore,” Mei Moke said. “I feel there are still some people who need my help. Now that I am a Feathered Person, I can lead them.”

"Uncle Mei, could you please stop the white tube behind you from waving around when you say that?" Chen Jing's eyelids twitched as he heard this.

Li Si continued, "As far as I know, the most powerful cultivators can use many materials, including angel tears, to cast powerful spells that can reach several miles."

Li Ai asked, "Was it as powerful as the Big Bang?"

“No, it’s nowhere near as good as that.” Li Si shook his head. “Do you know how big the Glass Wasteland is?”

Chen Jing said, "So, they created and tormented the Feathered People for the Angel Tears they produced?"

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