More and more drifting clouds gathered together in the blue sky above the city, totally covering the sun and darkening the world, just like what the people on the square were reciting at this moment.
With the flame on Ye Su's body getting stronger and stronger, his voice could no longer be heard and his face was disappearing. His whole body was burning, like a bright light.
The light that scattered on the human world suddenly disappeared. Then a holy beam of light, coming from his body, went to the sky above the woodpile and fell in the deepest part of the distant sky.
There was a bright area appearing in the dark sky, which was not as bright as the sun but more real. Tens of thousands of people who were kneeling on the ground could see clearly what was there.
There were a blue sky, gray clouds, darkness, and the true light.
All of a sudden, the bright area dimmed again, but then quickly reverted to the way it was.