That day, fire began to fall from the sky.
The gods' anger, fear, unwillingness, struggle, and indifference were all buried in this fire falling from the sky.
...
"..."
"The Holy City was destroyed? I'm just a delivery boy. It's none of my business."
Men disdain
"..."
"The god was killed? How do I know! I was a soldier at that time!"
Man confused
"..."
"Holy Emperor? That's a beast, a liar, and a lunatic! I can't wait for him to die!"
Man gnashing his teeth
"..."
"Fire? Brothers and sisters, is this what you are talking about?"
Xia Chen carefully took out a ball of golden flame.
"!!!!!!"
The moment the flame appeared, the world seemed to have stopped, and endless light filled the entire world.
The golden stream of light washes over those figures that are either dark and strange, or stand tall on the sky, or have stars spreading behind them, or are as sacred as gods, or as holy as angels, or...
The light dissipates, the world becomes dim and bright again, and returns to purity.
