Even in his final moments, he continued reciting the Sacred Fire Cult's teachings in a strong, resonant voice, though a trace of regret inevitably crept into his tone.
The goal he had fought for his entire life remained unfulfilled, even at his death!
Beneath his disheveled hair, the sharp gleam in Shi Renjie's clouded eyes had not faded. He carefully scanned the plaza, as though searching for someone, intent on engraving this final scene deep in his heart.
He knew that cultivators of the Sacred Fire Cult might be lurking among the bustling crowd in the plaza.
At a single command from him, someone would rush forward to rescue him without regard for their own life, but he had no intention of calling for help.
With True Person Yellow Sand overseeing the execution, any rescue attempt would be futile.
By now, the cult's strength had dwindled terribly. He could not let them throw away their lives for him and make a meaningless sacrifice.
I hope that after my death, another golden core cultivator will soon emerge within the cult, so the radicals and moderates do not split apart and ultimately bring about its destruction.
In his final moments, Shi Renjie silently thought of this. It was the one thing he could not stop worrying about.
Below him, everyone fell silent. Not a sound rose from the plaza.
To the Divine Sand Sect, the Sacred Fire Cult was no different from a band of evil cultivators, and posed an even greater threat.
After all, the former were organized "remnants of the former dynasty," bent on overturning the Sects' rule, while the latter merely caused "petty disturbances" and could never amount to much.
But ordinary cultivators did not necessarily see it that way.
Ever since the Divine Sand Sect had taken control