In the worship of countless warriors...
These seriously injured warriors, who had lost the meaning of healing, all turned into shining heroic spirits and flew to the top of the Holy Mountain and shining palace.
The dream ended with their laughter.
After Meng Chao slowly woke up and returned to the real world, he found that there were several dozen huge heaps of firewood around the wounded soldiers' camp.
The Great Horn Army's oracles were smearing grease on the firewood piles to add fuel.
A few firewood piles had already been lit. Raging flames soared into the sky and rose to the height of nearly a hundred arms, making them look like shining lighthouses.
It was unknown what accelerant the oracles had added to the firewood piles. When they burned, they emitted crackling sounds, and colorful flames spurted out from time to time. It condensed into the image of ferocious beasts baring their fangs and brandishing their claws in the air.