I am a living immortal.

Chapter 549: Burning More and More

The spots of flame lit up in the darkness, they connected into one, and remained bright even in the darkness.

The Sage Lord knew that the period of development was over, and the most brutal test was about to begin: the counterattack of darkness. It would depend on how many of these more than a thousand fire seeds could survive. Would darkness engulf the fire seeds, or would the fire seeds ignite the darkness?

It's time to give these arrogant innate gods a shocking shock. The gift of fire is not selfless, as we knew when the fire was lit. To gain and then lose is the most painful.

"Huh?" Su stomped on the head of the monster he met and smashed it to pieces.

"Innate gods? Then come. If they don't come, we will go find them." Su's words were arrogant, extremely arrogant, but the people standing behind him didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

“Let’s collect some interest first.”

"Finally, have we finally waited for this day?"

"Of course! Revenge is needed, and grievances are repaid! Let these gods pay for their actions!"

"Pay the price! Pay the price!" Voices came from behind him. Su still held the spiritual sword that Lin Yang had given him. He raised it high.

The sword points forward.

There were vast swathes of beasts blessed by the innate gods. Their goal was the Fire Seed. They were weapons of slaughter created by the innate gods, their life's goal to devour the Fire Seed's possessor and plunge the world into darkness once again. Why didn't they take action personally? It was because the Holy Lord stood behind them.

Over the decades, nearly a century, this person's power grew ever more unfathomable. The reason for this was the Fire. Although few knew it was created by this person, the hope it ignited still attracted countless survivors. They voluntarily came to the Fire, drawn to it by hope and yearning for survival.

Over the years, the dojo has been secluded from the world, fading from people's sight. Precisely because of the dojo's selflessness, only a few people are able to enter. Of course, it is also because of this that the dojo will become humanity's last paradise.

But the fire protects different areas. No matter your purpose, no matter what you want to do, living has a price. Kill, fight, create. If you want to survive, then live with your own hands.

Here, death is a constant presence.

But there is hope here too. No need to worry about being abandoned, no need to worry about having no future. The groundedness of what is taken from the demons and the innate gods brings a deep sense of security. The dojo is an ethereal, ethereal thing floating high in the sky, and the spark of fire is the creation of real swords and spears.

All the peace and tranquility is hard-won. A sense of belonging. No one can destroy their home. No one can.

After seeing the light, who wants to go back to darkness?

This belief constantly coalesced into faith. These beliefs elevated the Saint King, pushing his power ever higher. And the stronger the Saint King became, the stronger the Guides who guarded the Flame became. This was a positive cycle.

When someone wants to destroy the home they have worked so hard to build, when someone wants to crush their hope, this is absolutely intolerable. No matter how difficult or how great the disaster ahead, they can overcome it.

Everyone firmly believes this.

When the beasts of the innate gods swept in, there was only endless hatred and anger in people's eyes, no fear.

Su led the charge, and the battle unfolded in an instant. This was unlike any mortal war, for every survivor on Su's side, while not possessing exceptional talent, had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Therefore, any gods hoping for a one-sided massacre would be disappointed.

The spiritual sword in Su's hand can kill hundreds of beasts with every strike.

That was pure attack. When he ignited the fire, all he wanted was to become stronger, even stronger, and this was reflected.

While fighting, Su also took the time to provoke the innate god who was looking down at him from the horizon.

Such battles broke out almost at the same time.

To the surprise of the gods and other forces, humanity didn't retreat in this purge; instead, it grew stronger with each passing day. The flames erupted from the Sparks, seemingly consuming and devouring all invaders. This surging flame was mingled with boundless hatred. Even the innate gods, previously dismissive, sensed a flicker of fear. These flames of resentment desperately sought to ignite everything. Hate, how could they not?

They finally survived, finally had hope. This world's chaos, their displacement, was all thanks to the gods themselves. Now, without even a moment to breathe, they rushed down once again, intent on destroying them just as they had in the beginning.

How could they agree, how could they not hate?

Unlike the people of Surabaya, these gathered people had no vision of saving humanity or the world. After all, the world was already broken, and humanity had not saved them, even abandoning them in the wilderness.

It was people like Su who brought them from the wilderness, gave them swords and hammers, taught them hunting and building, and taught them how to survive. Their initial desire was simply to survive, simple and pure. If possible, they wanted to live comfortably; if not, they didn't care; if worse came to worst, they would just return to the wilderness.

Facts proved they had followed the right people, and their lives improved day by day. But those damned innate gods seemed to just not want to see them prosper. They hated them so much that they gnashed their teeth and wished they could eat their bones and drink their blood.

Why can't they have a moment's peace? Why can they be so high and mighty, toying with them at will? Why! Why! Hate! Hate! They hate it so much!

“Kill these invaders!”

“Kill them all! Kill them all!!”

Then, upon seeing those disgusting beasts, everyone vented their hatred. This rage, brimming with extreme hatred, engulfed the beasts. They had seen fearless beings, but not even the innate gods had ever witnessed such reckless fighting. They weren't fighting for humanity's future; they were fighting for themselves, at any cost, abandoning everything, giving their all to revenge, to kill, to vent their anger.

Rage poured down. War brought death. Anyone who dared to stand in their way would be devoured by the rage.

At this moment, the balance of war tilted in a strange way.

Far from extinguishing the ignited flames, the army of beasts seemed to add more firewood, fueling the flames even more. And this firewood was themselves.