Red

It was an intensity taken to the absolute extreme, with every last essence refined out.

In that instant, Zhao Cheng finally understood the meaning of red.

White, blue, purple, gold, red.

These five colors rose layer upon layer; they had not appeared out of nowhere.

The most ordinary forms of life were merely gray—dim and lightless.

White was the starting point, a blank canvas upon which anything could be painted.

Blue was the sky; Heaven and earth were vast, free for one to roam.

Purple was the color of nobility. Only at this point did life finally gain sufficient weight.

Gold seemed to be Immortality, but it actually symbolized stability—unmoved even as the eight winds assailed it.

And what was red?!

It was life's ultimate sublimation: life set ablaze, the color born when the flames burned at their most fervent—the pinnacle of life!

One step further, and one could transcend their former life and reach an unimaginable realm.

No matter the path, as long as one could break through that step, it would be a new beginning.

At that moment, Zhao Cheng seemed to understand what life's brilliance truly meant.

The meaning of life was not endurance, but burning!

To sublimate oneself amid that instant of splendor, and turn an instant into eternity!

And once that step was completed, no matter what kind of life one had once been, after reaching it, one would no longer be constrained by lifespan.

Log: You have comprehended the meaning of life and condensed a spark of Dao Fire.

At that instant, Zhao Cheng's spiritual power ignited. Only his spiritual power was affected; his body remained untouched.

His spirit, his sacred soul, burned to the utmost in the process, becoming supremely pure and supremely condensed.

Log: Your Spiritual Power -1

Log: Your Sacred Soul