The Light King let out a wail, almost wanting to flee straight back to the Great Light God Palace.
It was not just him; the other cultivators were the same. In that instant, no one knew how many Ming Beasts had died.
If Kosta had not unleashed his own mana at the final moment to block the force of the enemy's self-destruction, then likely none of the cultivators below the Core Formation Realm in the vicinity would have survived.
Yet Kosta said nothing. The Grand Judge dispersed his protective aura, and the magnetic force that had once obeyed him as readily as his own fingers and arms—or rather, what amounted to the Ming Clan's "arms"—rarely showed signs of collapse.
Even Wang Qi found it somewhat chilling. It was not as though he had never seen people self-destruct before. But the way a race's greatest fighting power could be casually sent off to self-destruct was truly terrifying.
Only the unorthodox practitioners among the Fire Folk could do such a thing.
At that thought, Wang Qi suddenly felt a trace of sorrow again. This sadness seemed to arise from the depths of his heart, yet it was entirely separate from his true self.
"Strange, this feeling is... the True Flame God?"
It seemed to be an aftereffect of "Eternal Emotion." In that instant, Wang Qi had actually awakened to a certain aesthetic experience.
Of vanishing, of brilliance, of an instant.
This was the True Flame God's aesthetic experience.
Wang Qi felt vexed and wanted to circulate his Wisdom Sword to sever these thoughts. Yet at that moment, he sensed that his two incarnations seemed to show faint signs of improvement.
"What? This is..." Wang Qi pondered. "The True Flame God's mental discipline?"
Wang Qi had indeed acquired much common knowledge about True