The phoenix released the flames of creation, turning into a torrential rain of lava that flew from the edge of the sky. Feathers of light covered the dark sky, and eternal night slowly brightened once again. Behind it was a sea of rolling clouds. Like a sea of fire, the phoenix led millions of flying birds, rising like the myriad of aurora at dawn. The birds carried a flame of rebirth and scattered it throughout the world. The earth collapsed under the black fire. But within the flames, there was a warm holy light that stood firm against the boundless darkness. The world became two distinct poles, separated by the light of fiery clouds and morning glow. One side was eternal silence and darkness, while the other was the heart lamp. Chen Zhen opened his eyes. Holding the lamp, he used the faint light to confront the inevitable end to come. “Living beings are just passing guests, and the departed are returning home; heaven and earth are just temporary resting places, mourning with the dust of all ages.” “Five-colored radiance, let your soul return to its place.” “The tree of a thousand mountains, let you have the power to be reborn.” “The heart lamp of all ages, grants you rebirth!” “Jiang Hong! Wake up! Don’t sleep! Hurry up and save the world!”