"The flames, indeed, are the most beautiful light for purifying filth."
Beneath the Sun Wheel, Jiang Li slowly descended, his white luxurious attire reflecting the golden flames. With a light sweep of his sleeve, a gentle breeze blew through the fiery world, causing the dust to vanish into ashes.
There were no less than ten thousand heterodox followers kneeling here, including many experts. Yet, at this moment, they were no stronger than ants; both their bodies and divine souls were purified under the True Sun Fire, turning to ash and merging with the wind.
In an instant, the land below became spacious, with only the Joyful Buddha still alive among the heterodox people who came here.
The Great Venerable's subordinates could be refreshed, but these heterodox people could not. Once dead, they were truly dead.
