Lu Ban had once seen the pure fire from the Wajima Taisha Shrine. The pale flame could even ignite the air, and in the flames, even eternity would disappear.
But he had never seen the pure fire from an ordinary priestess.
It is said that only the son of God of the Washima Taisha Shrine can control the Pure Fire, which is a colorful flame that carries the wishes of the gods. Ordinary priestesses will only be burned to ashes in front of this flame.
However, in Amber's hands, a pale flame ignited.
The flame looked cold and indifferent, as merciless as the gaze cast by a god.
In the paleness, there is a colorful luster like a rainbow. Pure black is surging, enveloping the paleness, and is quickly covered by the grayish white. Countless colors are brewing in this flame, and no one can recognize all the colors in it.
"Pure fire."
Lu Ban knew that when he saw the flame, it meant that Amber's will had been made.
She will abandon the plain and simple life of an ordinary girl and go to Wajima Taisha Shrine to compete for the highest position, become the chief priestess above everyone else, serve the gods all her life, protect Wajima, and never step out of Wajima Taisha Shrine again.
Moreover, Lu Ban was very sure that Amber could do it as long as she wanted.
Because no priestess could control the pure fire freely before inheriting the position of Son of God, they couldn't even touch it.
But Amber, she is truly the chosen one, and may be the strongest priestess except for the first high priestess.
The pale and colorful flame passed across Amber's skin, but did not burn her. Instead, it flew towards the sky like a living thing, towards the yamen.
There, at the edge of the deep green pool grew trees made of human flesh and bones. On the trees grew incomplete human heads with painful expressions. All kinds of monsters made of human limbs, insects, birds, and beasts shuttled through the black fog. No living thing could endure such an environment. Even if a normal person just took a look, he would doubt the reality of the world and eventually choose to commit suicide in madness.
Silent flames bloomed in the darkest and foggiest places.
Like a ray of light piercing the darkness, the flames spread quickly, engulfing the green ponds, the fungal ground, the twisted trees, and all things from the abyss.
Everything returns to this primordial fire that was born at the creation of the world.
The wailing, the anger, the unwillingness, all disappeared along with the flames.
In front of Lu Ban, countless monsters appeared.
Some of them wanted to escape from the pure fire behind them, and some of them wanted to kill all living things they saw. On the empty island, they saw Lu Ban and Amber.
Lu Ban saw that Amber was muttering something.
It was some kind of words that seemed familiar to him, yet he couldn't understand it, like a song.
In the myths and legends related to shrine maidens that Lu Ban knew, the original shrine maidens danced and sang in order to please the gods. Therefore, the original shrine maidens used singing and dancing as offerings and sacrifices to the gods.
Now, the amber seems to be dancing.
She raised her right hand slightly, as if she picked up an invisible folding fan. She waved the fan gently, and a colorful black flame engulfed the filthy creatures that tried to rush over.
A boundary line made of fire appeared between the two people and the filth.
Lu Ban felt that he had overestimated himself.
Amber will not be harmed whether she is here or not.
In fact, because Lu Ban is here, Amber cannot directly use pure fire to cleanse the entire island. Instead, he drags down Amber's combat effectiveness.
In the center of Changfeng Island, a thorough cleansing is taking place.
On the outskirts of Changfeng Island, those islanders who were lucky enough to leave the island by boat were paddling hard, trying to escape from their hometown.
They saw their native hometown shrouded in black fog and washed by flames that were a mixture of pale and pitch-black. No one could feel any emotion.
In the midst of such extraordinary collisions of power, mortals can only look up.
Some people prostrated themselves on their knees, chanting prayers to the witch, some went mad, laughing louder than ever before, and some remained silent, their faces filled with melancholy and sorrow.
On the shore, on the beach covered with black fog, Laika was ready to throw the hostess and the little girl into the boat.
However, several filthy creatures tried their best to extend their tentacles, which wrapped around the hostess's ankles. The corrosive force quickly caused the foot to fester and fall, and the hostess lost her balance.
Leica was afraid of the black fog and watched as two people, one big and one small, were about to be swallowed by the black fog.
At this moment, the hostess, whose body had been mostly corrupted by filth and turned into a half-human, half-ghost, suddenly burst out with strength she had never experienced in her life.
She tried her best to throw her daughter out of the black fog that made mortals despair.
Laika caught the little girl.
The little girl did not see her mother's final expression. She did not see the look that was a mixture of relief and fear, terror and despair, and Laika did not understand this kind of human emotion.
It and the little girl got on a small boat, and amid the wailing sounds, the boat sped towards the distant sea.
On the beach, colorful black flames engulfed the filth, dust returned to dust, earth returned to earth, and everything was shrouded in silence.
Looking at the crying little girl, Laika turned back into a corgi and used her body to warm the little girl's body temperature which had become cold due to fear.
It called out twice toward the island, but received no response.
At this moment, a clear and pleasant bell sounded from the sky.
Everyone, no matter what mood or state they were in before, now raised their heads because of the ringing sound.
Looking up at the sky, a silver light came from the direction of Hedao and landed in the center of the island.
A more magnificent and brilliant flame ignited.
“It’s the Son of God!”
"Son of God, please save us!"
"Sir Son of God, please forgive my sins and redeem my soul."
The islanders knelt down and kowtowed towards Changfeng Island, offering their piety and faith.
At this moment, someone saw two figures in the flames.
One of them was tall and handsome.
In front of him stood a petite girl.
The girl's black hair fluttered in the wind, and pale flames condensed in her amber eyes.
“The Son of God has appeared!!!”
"Lord Son of God, Lord Son of God!"
"We are saved, we are saved..."
The ignorant islanders thought that this was the chief priestess of the Washima Shrine. Their voices trembled more and more, and they surrendered to this transcendent power.
Only Lu Ban knew that in this pure fire, a young girl disappeared.
From this moment on, she is Amber, the next chief priestess of the Waseda Taisha Shrine.