A thick stack of firewood was soon piled on the sacrificial altar. Bound fast, Jing'er had already stopped struggling and no longer begged for mercy. She only hoped they would burn her grandfather's body too, so grandfather and granddaughter could go find her father and mother together.
But still no one agreed. They let the little girl plead desperately as the fire roared up, burning and engulfing her.
The little girl gritted her teeth and made no further sound. Since no amount of pleading would help, she would at least leave with dignity. Even the slightest sound would only make her murderers more pleased with themselves.
For some reason, before she lost consciousness, she thought of that ray of bright sunshine yesterday morning.
"Jing'er will help you wash up, Brother Mu."
"Is Grandpa feeling any better?"
That moment had been her happiest in all these years, her heart filled with sunshine.
"Ah!!!"
Sensing the little girl being mercilessly swallowed by the sea of flames, Mu Bai was frantic and heartsick, yet ultimately powerless. That helplessness made him unable to forgive himself.
Those hateful religious charlatans were an affront to heaven's justice. They used the gods as a front to deceive the world, toying with their believers in the palms of their hands. Mu Bai could never let them continue doing as they pleased. As long as he broke free of the Divine Lock Chain, he could blast all those vile charlatans apart with a single punch.
But bound by this place's rules, with his body locked in the Divine Lock Chain, Mu Bai could not summon any of his power.
"Damn it, wake up!" Mu Bai bit his tongue to jolt his mind. Veins bulged across his contorted face, and traces of blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.