By now, Medanzo had finally recalled the memories he once forgot; in an instant, he seemed to perceive every truth of the world, gain sudden enlightenment of all the reasons since ancient times, glimpse the ultimate destiny of the cosmos, and see the final conclusion of this story.
He was so full of vigor, extending his right hand toward the Heavenly Fire falling from the sky; endless brightness poured out from between his fingers, threads of sunlight piercing the broken ruins like interwoven swords, leaving behind lightly twisted scorch marks.
Wherever the light passed, all things in the world paled, even the Red Lotus Skyfire falling from the high heavens was shredded to pieces, and upon closer observation, one could see countless rays converging and exploding at one point, completing millions of strikes in just an instant, like a meteor shower reversing and surging towards the sky.
But all this happened too quickly for anyone to react.
