Leonidas nodded firmly and followed Cain's instruction without hesitation. He guided the thousands of captured Divine Cultivators—and the eleven Prima Deities they had managed to subdue—into the Samsara Flame. There was no flicker of doubt in the old Archdeity's eyes. For a man who had lived through countless wars, burning such people alive was no burden on his conscience.
Despite the overwhelming number, the flame consumed them all in mere seconds. Their screams dissolved into silence as their bodies and souls were reduced to ash. What remained was power. A massive tide of Soul Enlightenment Mist filled the chamber, flooding out like a purple fog and sharpening the minds of all present.
Yet, Leonidas and the brothers found their eyes drawn elsewhere. Their gazes locked onto the majestic surge of bright purple energy erupting from the Samsara Flame and climbing toward the ceiling. It radiated with such brilliance that even the mighty Laws of the Universe seemed to pale before it.
