That day, fire began to rain from the sky.
The gods' anger, fear, resentment, struggles, and indifference were all buried in that heavenly fire.
“…”
“The Holy City was destroyed? I'm just a deliveryman. What does that have to do with me?”
The man scoffed.
“…”
“The gods were killed? How would I know? I was just a soldier back then!”
The man looked bewildered.
“…”
“The Holy Emperor? He was a beast, a liar, and a madman! I wish he were dead!”
The man ground his teeth.
“…”
“Fire? You mean this?”
Xia Chen cautiously produced a cluster of golden flames.
“！！！！！！”
The instant the flames appeared, the world seemed to freeze. Boundless radiance filled everything.
Golden light swept over those figures: some dark and uncanny, some towering to the heavens, some with galaxies stretching behind them, some divine as gods, some holy as angels, and others…
When the radiance faded, the world emerged from darkness, restored to pristine purity.
