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Fire burns.
Fueled by anger and stoked by hatred.
The Golden Flame has already reached the heavens, ready to burn a hole in the sky.
This is the judgment fire meant to incinerate all evil; no one can withstand it. Under this flame, all enemies turn to ash, leaving not even a soul behind.
All is obliterated.
This is a one-sided battle; even though the enemy is numerous, under this flame, their attacks cannot land at all.
Those frenzied Demon Slaves cannot even approach him, consumed entirely by the Golden Flame.
As he breaks through the Demon Slaves and approaches those controlling them,
what falls upon them, under their terrified gazes, is the furious flame meant to burn everything away.
Amidst their piercing screams, the flames take not only his life but also his soul.
This process is not quick; it pales in comparison to the instant disappearance of the Demon Slaves.
The Demon Slaves are innocent and pitiful; he does not wish to make them suffer too much.
But these detestable Fellows have nothing worthy of sympathy. They deserve to die, but it must not be too easy for them; they should die in unimaginable agony. They must regret everything they have done in this life!
Boom!
A member of the Ghostly Execution Hall had his clothing corner touched by flames, and in an instant, the fire spread across his entire body. In his terrified gaze, he had become a living torch.
Ah!!!
The screams were incessant, filled with unimaginable despair.
These fallen Fellows had not lost a single life yet; they rolled on the ground, writhing in agony and crying out in pain.
Their bodies were engulfed in punishing flames, and what they now wished for was not how to be saved or how to survive, but rather to die quickly and escape this suffering.
But they could not have their wish, for this was the consequence of the seeds they had sown.
When they had once rampantly killed, did they ever think about the kind of suffering they would face in return?
If given another chance, would they act differently?
I believe they would not.
Pain can instill fear in a person, but it can also drive one to madness.
If given another opportunity, what they choose to do may not necessarily be to abandon evil for good; those individuals may not find salvation. They might instead think of eliminating future enemies or finding ways to evade such disasters.
How many are truly willing to abandon evil and embrace goodness, willing to lay down their weapons?
One in a Hundred
It is as if throughout history, rulers have desperately fought against corruption and captured corrupt officials.
Every one of those caught deeply regrets their actions, wishing they could turn back time, claiming that if given another chance, they would never act this way again.
If, indeed, God were to give them another opportunity to start over, could they truly refrain from being corrupt? Could they genuinely avoid accepting bribes?
It is difficult, very difficult.
If given another chance, they would only become aware of where they went wrong. Rather than genuinely repenting and starting anew, they would likely refine their plans to avoid detection even more effectively.
Even if they were caught again in the end, they would still regret it and still vow that if given another chance, they would never act this way again.
If given another opportunity, they would still do the same; they would just improve their plans further.
Human nature is ultimately greedy.
Sometimes moral constraints cannot hold them back; only interests can guide them.
For example, if you earn five thousand dollars a month but have access to resources worth tens of millions or even billions. These could be funds or information, but possessing them means you can exchange them for money.
Would you make that exchange?
Perhaps at first, you would say no, standing firm in your position.
But what if your life becomes difficult? What if you urgently need money, or you want a better life?
Maybe once you can resist temptation, but what about ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times?
Can you really withstand it?
You face those things that far exceed your assets every day. How many temptations do you encounter daily? Can you truly hold on?
It's hard, really hard.
Unless you simply don't need that money. You're wealthy, so you don't care.
But the poor are still the majority.
Similarly, these people have killed so many for their own benefit. Given another chance, they would do the same. Perhaps at this moment they feel no remorse; instead, they harbor resentment, curse, and regret why they didn't eliminate all their enemies completely!
They are stubborn and unrepentant. Yet Joan remains on the edge of losing her sanity.
Having lost her parents at a young age, lost friends, and even lost all familiar faces.
Can you imagine a seven or eight-year-old child suddenly witnessing the entire village dead, with their parents lying in pools of blood?
What were you doing when you were seven or eight years old?
Going to school, playing, eating and drinking, occasionally being spoiled by your parents, and enjoying vacations traveling around.
Even if you are very poor, suffering, or even unable to afford school, and have many household chores to do.
But your family is still there, and you have familiar people around you. Even when faced with life and death, they gradually leave you, giving you time to adapt.
However, where does Joan have the time to adapt?
Just the day before, she was happily playing and having dinner with her parents. She was still under her mother's love and her father's strictness. She still had the care of her elders and the friendship of her friends.
But the next day.
Everything was gone; she fell from heaven to hell.
Isn't the drop from such a height painful?
It hurts! It pierces the heart! It aches to the bone!
How can such a shock be borne by a half-grown child?
Don't say a seven or eight-year-old child; could you handle it?
Maybe sometimes you get annoyed with your parents' nagging, or argue with your friends. You might even have extreme thoughts of wanting everyone to disappear, but when faced with reality, can you really handle it? Won't you feel sad? Won't you cry?
Will you not break down?
You will. You definitely will.
Even if you have a heart made of iron, it will eventually shatter under the weight of sorrow.
Crocodiles can shed tears, and venomous snakes can feel sadness.
If even cold-blooded creatures can experience such emotions, how much more so for us, the warm-blooded, emotional, and fragile humans?
At that time, Xiao Qiao An could not bear it either.
But he did not cry or make a scene; instead, he chose to silently accept it, choosing to die in his parents' embrace.
Can you imagine?
A scene unfolds: a simple room, a man and a woman lying in a pool of blood, already breathless and lifeless. Their seven or eight-year-old child sees them dead, does not cry or shout, but quietly walks up to them and hides in their embrace. His face bears a smile, yet tears stream from the corners of his eyes.
If this were a painting, how tragic it would be! Who could see it without shedding tears?
Have you accepted it? Have you let it go?
How could that be possible!!!
(To be continued.)
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