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Where there is a spark, there is hope.
Even if this flame extinguishes, it can bring light to the living!
Light!
Living beings!
From beginning to end, Han Muye was never refining flames just for the sake of refining flames.
What he sought was light!
The light that illuminates all things and nourishes living beings!
Where there is light, there is fire, there is light, there are living beings.
The divided clusters of flames began to pulsate.
It wasn't that they possessed spirituality directly, but rather the spaces they illuminated vibrated continuously with the breath of life.
At this moment, the entire space within the Purple Sun Cauldron began to churn, swirling with endless joyous atmosphere.
"Life..."
Watching the throbbing flames, Zheng Yaoyang murmured softly.
The Frost Giant and Azure Dragon beside him could no longer afford to be sentimental.
The spatial power around the Frost Giant grew fiercer, his body seeming almost to melt.