Above The Sky
Chapter 913 - 913 69 This Time We Will Not Lose!

913: Chapter 69 This Time, We Will Not Lose!

(6600, first update)_3 913: Chapter 69 This Time, We Will Not Lose!

(6600, first update)_3 And a voice, calm, bright, young yet imbued with a sense of dignity, went straight to the point without any superfluous words, and spoke with an even tone as if simply narrating: “The internal war among the Mountain People was not born from our own hatred, but stems from the war between The Empire and Fiery Flame Land.

As long as the war between the two countries continues, we can never achieve peace.

Fiery Flame Land will regard us as a weapon to influence South Ridge and keep attacking us.”

“And the question is, why has Fiery Flame Land chosen us?”

He paused for a moment, and then stated the facts: “Because we, the Mountain People, indeed possess something valuable enough for Fiery Flame Land to expend their efforts scheming over.”

“Because we are numerous in population—so as long as there isn’t enough food for us, we will fall into chaos.”

“Fiery Flame Land doesn’t even need to work hard to let those traitors win; they just need these traitors to slow down our cries for help from the outside world.

In this winter of scarce resources, many people will starve to death, and those who remain will become refugees, wailing as they leave the mountains, storming into the Agate Stone Plains, throwing South Ridge into utter chaos.”

“Because we do possess strength—behind me, this burning Dragon God Sacrificial Fire, with the power of this grand Holy Ground, I called upon thunder and crushed three Constructed Knights.”

“But what if I weren’t here?

What if I failed?

Then the power of the Holy Ground, the power of the Mountain People, would be stolen by the madmen of Fiery Flame Land.

How they would profane the Legacy left by our ancestors, we cannot fathom, but it would certainly be the worst of nightmares.”

The Mountain People listened to this voice; they held their breath, silently listening to the words of the Emissary who brought victory in the solemn atmosphere.

And he continued: “Because if we are united as one, then nobody can ignore us—does Fiery Flame Land really exhaust themselves corrupting those traitors for our sake, the Mountain People, for our ‘independence’?

Absolutely not!”

“They knew from the start that this plot could never succeed, that the traitors were doomed to fail, but by means of this civil war, Fiery Flame Land has torn the resilient yet fragile relations between our tribes!”

“Some among us have killed the friends of others, killed the husbands and wives of others, killed the sons or daughters of others—the sorrow named death and the rage called eternal separation inundate our hearts.

Since this civil war, we Mountain People can no longer be as united as before.”

“Since this civil war, we Mountain People can no longer return to our glorious past, revive the splendor of the Dragon Kingdom, and rejuvenate ourselves!”

“Because our hands are stained with the blood of our own kin, amongst us now lies a Sky Ravine built of hatred and despair!”

“Henceforth, we, the Mountain People, will become isolated tribes scattered across the mountains, never to interact until death parts us!”

The Emissary’s voice grew louder, booming across the mountains, turning into rolling roars and inquiries: “Do you want such an ending?”

“My answer is, never!”

—Never…

—Never.

—NEVER!!!

In the crowd, many people seemed to awaken from a dream, raising their hands and shouting ‘never’—and a moment later, roars like tidal waves resounded through the mountains, a boiling rage fueled by enlightenment to the truth and the unwillingness to allow the enemy’s goals to be achieved, supporting the crowd as they roared themselves hoarse.

And the Emissary of the Dragon God raised his hand to the sky—there, the layers of clouds in the sky were pushed apart, and a fiery sun dropped a visible beam of light through the great hole between the clouds, enveloping the Summit of the Holy Mountain, shining upon the ruins of the thunder tower.

Shining upon the white-haired Emissary.

“My compatriots, hear me out!”

His voice, like thunder, scattered the clouds: “The reason we have fallen into the flames of war is not because we are weak, but because of our strength!”

“It is only because we have languished for two hundred years, forgetting our own power, that we were used by others, harming ourselves!”

“Yes—our civilization has declined, we have lost to The Empire, become one of them, this is war.

We have already lost once; there is no shame in that—but what is more important is, we cannot keep losing, losing until we cease to exist.”

“We still have the capital to revive; look, our Qiang Steel Sacred Mountain!

It stands tall and sturdy among these majestic mountains, sacred and dignified, its power can still protect us, the Mountain People, and guide us back to glory.”

“My compatriots, please listen to my words—the situation of us, the Mountain People, is just like the tower at the peak of this mountain, which has now collapsed.

It once stood tall at the summit, outshining the sun with its radiance, defeating enemies nearly invincible with its might… and then it fell, leaving the ruins before you and me.”

“But, with the tower collapsed, we can rebuild it!

It is scarred, but we can slowly repair it, heal and mend it!”

“I will lead you to achieve all this, I will rebuild the tower, I will lead the Mountain People back to splendor!”

“Yes, we will face even more ferocious and terrifying enemies in the future, even more cunning and despicable villains.

They will fear our strength, our numbers, and our unity.

They will obstruct our steps toward revival, hinder our efforts to rebuild the tower.”