Fire

Three days later.

On a cliff by the sea in the eastern region of Central Great Island, one of the Ran Sect's Seven Islands, several figures stood silently, looking down at the shore below.

The cliff face here was steep, standing at least thirty or forty meters above the sea.

A mere height of thirty-odd meters truly failed to catch anyone's eye.

Just think of Yunhai Cliff—it stood eight hundred meters tall! Raise a hand, and one seemed able to pluck the stars and moon; lower one's head, and one could see raging waves crashing against the shore.

Compared to that, this place was like a shaman before a great sorcerer.

Yet this tiny sea cliff bore an extraordinary name—Heaven's Edge.

Lu Ran had just named it.

As the saying went, a mountain need not be high; with a dragon, it became sacred.

In these waters, thousands of kilometers from the mainland, more than 2,500 Ran Sect Disciples from every region of the Holy Spirit Mountain continent were stationed.

They held many identities.

For instance, they were refugees from destroyed cities, far from their homes.

They were apostates who had strayed from the scriptures and abandoned their gods.

To the Tian Realm Executioner, this place held the remnants of Great Xia Heavenly Pride, leftover vermin that ought to be crushed beneath one foot.

But to Lu Ran, the fire of the Ran Sect burned here.

This fire

Was a flame that neither the Heaven Realm Executioner nor even gods and devils could extinguish.

Every surviving citizen on the island was holding up the Dao Hearts of the Great Xia Heavenly Pride.

These people striving to live on also, objectively speaking, supported and urged the Ran Sect Soldiers to ascend to the heavens step by step.

Lu Ran believed that one