At first, those specks of light were just a spherical glow, but as they gathered incessantly, Zhou Baiyu finally saw their outlines.
Mallets.
At that moment, he had a sudden realization, the assembly of sorrows was not a crushing burden, but the hammer striking the bell!
The weight he carried was not a mere encumbrance; it was a force destined to shatter the Illusory Country!
Seeing hope, Zhou Baiyu bellowed with renewed strength as he climbed.
One step at a time, he ascended, and all the sorrowful pasts of the Floating Country were revealed and absorbed by him.
The seemingly endless bridge that never showed its end finally, at one moment, revealed the light of the other shore.
But after Zhou Baiyu took a step forward, he no longer saw those tragic sorrows filled with great remorse.
The staircase seemed to suddenly change its nature.
At the end of the endless bridge, he saw beautiful things.
It was as if it were a May afternoon, with gentle sunshine falling upon Zhou Baiyu.
