Huaguo Mountain, flames fell from the heavens.
The flames dropped into the forest, fiercely burning upon the land.
Young demons touched the flames gently with their hands.
"What is this?"
They asked innocently.
"This is a gift bestowed upon us by the Great King."
Demons who had taken shape were already stained with flames.
Once stained with flames, it was as if they were embraced by something immense.
The wills of demons of all sizes were lifted by the wind and summoned by the warm sky.
Countless glimmers of light rose in the summoning, spiraling upward into the heavens.
In the Southern Continent, crowds watched the flames before them with trepidation.
"Go ahead."
Emperor Qinghua said from behind them, "This is the fire of merit and salvation, there can be no mistake."
The crowd hesitated for a moment but eventually stepped slowly into the flames.
Emperor Qinghua looked up at the sky.
