Within the black mist, clusters of purple flames danced, exceptionally conspicuous.
Wrapped in those purple flames were five Destroyer Commanders and ten Forbidden Magic Knights.
Yet there were no traces of burning on their bodies.
Because this fire was not that fire.
This was the Flame of Civilization, the civilization's kindling, and it was fundamentally different from ordinary flames.
However, that did not mean just anyone could touch this purple fire.
The weight of civilization, the splendor of civilization, the vastness of civilization, the twists and turns of civilization, the complexity of civilization, and so on and so forth.
Even a tiny purple flame no larger than a fingernail, if placed upon an ordinary mortal, could cause that mortal to instantly go mad, lose their mind, or have their soul collapse and become a vegetable.
Don't understand?
It was actually very simple. For example, if all the information from five thousand years of Earth Civilization were stuffed into your brain in an instant, what kind of feeling did you think you would have? It would be strange if your head didn't explode on the spot.
What was more, Cangdong Heavenly God had refined this purple fire to an extremely high degree.
At present, the purple fire endured by those five Destroyer Commanders and ten Forbidden Magic Knights was at least one vat-sized mass per person.
That was why Zhang Yang had first preached the Dao to them, explaining the essence of the Six Great Sequences and the Myriad Heavens and Worlds in simple, accessible terms. Otherwise, they might never have been able to break free from the shackles inherent in their souls.
"Master, don't they need anyone to protect them? This purple fire is comparable to the heart demons of the Mahayana Stage."
He Yimou could not bear it any