There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any overwhelming waves.
Not even the sound of crying could be heard.
In this dull, mediocre, unremarkable twilight, like countless others before and many more to come, the first wisp of Great Evil's fire emerged from the deadened and numb understanding.
Like triggering a chain reaction...
An insignificant spark rose, leading countless fragments of illusion light.
In the deathly silent world, when the first wisp of Zhi Fu's fire ignited from the soul, it was as if it fell into a powder keg and a pile of firewood, inevitably setting off the spread and expansion.
At first, slightly uninterrupted, then sporadic, and then, suddenly, a fierce invisible tide erupted, engulfing everything.
One soul after another was submerged in it, amid sighs, silence, and distant moans, awaking suddenly.
There was no resistance or uproar, just naturally bowing their heads to accept what rightfully belonged to them.
Thus, the Lighthouse wailed, resonated!
