The Holy Fire burns.
Within a secret chamber of the Ming Cult, the blazing flames leapt up as if doused with gasoline. As the followers of the cult worshipped around it, the fire soared to a height of thirty feet. From various angles, one could see strange illusions in the fire, as if reflections of a bright pure land were appearing within the Holy Fire.
This was no longer a conventional method of the martial world; it was more akin to a secret sacrificial ritual.
"The raging Holy Fire consumes my broken body.
What joy is there in life, what sorrow in death?
To do good and eliminate evil, only for the sake of light.
Joys and sorrows, all return to dust.
Pity the people of the world, so much suffering to endure!"
