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Shen Le finally remembered that he looked like a white man. He raised his hand above his head, mimed taking off a hat, and bowed to the white pillar of light.

Within the white pillar, a blurred figure lifted its chin slightly to face the building opposite. Flames drifted and swirled around it like the outspread wings of a seraph.

Unshakable faith could make a person grit their teeth in a raging fire without crying out once. It could also make them stand motionless in the flames until their breathing gradually ceased...

A person could die, and their remains could be removed, but the mark left by that blazing spirit stayed there for a long, long time, like a brand.

Even though more than a year had passed, Shen Le could still see points of light drifting silently in from every direction, joining the pillar and echoing, resonating with it:

Would it remain forever?

Or would it perish along with the Bald Eagle the moment it collapsed?

Or, when that decrepit empire fell, would it become a spark that ignited a fire to burn away all the filth?

Shen Le stood with his head bowed for a long time before quickening his steps and hurrying away. The little ones held their breath the entire time. Only when the white pillar vanished from their spiritual sight did they relax and begin talking over one another:

[So strong...]

[Really, so strong...]

[Can one person's spiritual strength really be that powerful?]

[No... this isn't one person... this is so many... so very many...]

[If he's already this powerful, why doesn't he rise up and fight?]

A voice as fierce as a sword's cry and as weighty as the roar of a multitude rose within Shen Le's sea of consciousness, carrying confusion and even