Chapter 73 – Millions for Me, an Unquenchable Spark

Shi Wuluo leaned over and pried open Chou Bodeng’s tightly clenched right hand, making his curled fingers clasp the back of his own hand.

Chou Bodeng lay on the fine white sand, his red robes spreading out like an endless flow of blood. His long, thick eyelashes rested on his pale skin, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow. Only in a place no one could see, his fingers were curled… so afraid of pain, so afraid of being alone, always hiding the real pain and loneliness.

He was constantly crying for help, yet his cries were silent.

He was as stubborn as a lonely ghost lingering at the bottom of the sea, day after day longing for someone to pull him out of the deep. But if no one came for him across ten thousand mountains, he had long accepted the fate of drowning while gazing up at the light of the sky.

The once-calm eye of the sea was now boiling, the water’s color like fire, the waves surging, just like that day their lonely boat had stopped on the Cangming Sea, watching the morning light wash over the stone pillars that stood between heaven and earth. Shi Wuluo had actually only wanted the boat to stop there; he didn’t need Chou Bodeng to come closer, just seeing the cinnabar glow of the Cangming Sea was enough.

It was like a spring that had arrived on earth long, long ago.

The azure mountains stretched on and on, the clear Qin River meandered endlessly. Pink peach blossoms, crimson qiong flowers, silver-blue, goose-yellow, and pale yellow… The small hut hidden deep in the woods was submerged in clusters of flowers. Orioles and swallows danced, their songs melodious. Wood shavings fell from the youth’s slender, pale fingers. He hummed a tuneless song as he carved a deep black mask, carving out long, sharp eyebrows and eyes.

“It seems like it’s still missing something…”

He held the mask up to the sunlight, thought for a moment, then picked up a brush, dipped it in gold lacquer, and carefully painted.

“After all, it’s a Shamanistic Nuo Mask.”

He explained casually, a hint of a smile in his tone.

“It needs to be painted fiercer, uglier, so that people fear it and ghosts dread it.”

Despite saying that, the final product, though majestic, had nothing to do with “fierce and ugly.” The gold lacquer on the black mask was mysterious and beautiful, like a golden hawk mask hanging in an ancient tomb.

“How is it?”

“Can you feel it now?”

“This is a white peony, this is the Qin River, this is green bamboo, this is Dai Mountain, this is early spring.”

The daylight was bright and beautiful.

He introduced all things with such gentleness and joy in his voice, but the listener only remembered the rhythm of blood flowing beneath the skin, the beating of his heart, his warmth. Finally, he gazed at the Fusang tree, where a bonfire burned brightly, and people sang and danced.

“But it’s too lonely,” he said softly, his pupils reflecting the firelight. “There is only one city, only one bright star. It’s too lonely.”

After a long while, he looked towards the edge of the continent.

“I will build the four poles of heaven and earth.”

He said.

And he really did it.

In the end, it was like a shower of stars.

It was the most brilliant rain the lands of the Twelve Continents had ever seen since the dawn of creation. Countless embers fell into the surging, wanton miasma. Every spark of light was a piece of shattered divine bone, a piece of a burnt-out divine soul. Why ask where his bones were buried? Where in the mountains and rivers… were they not buried!

“I truly hate this mortal realm.”

Shi Wuluo’s voice was hoarse.

All cities were built on his bones, all flowers bloomed from his flesh and blood. Who still remembered whose footsteps reached the four poles behind all the clamor? …No matter how beautiful the passing boats, no matter how lively the bustling crowds, they all became hideous, all became unforgivable enemies.

“But what right do I have to hate?”

Shi Wuluo forcefully pulled the thin youth into his arms.

In the distant Southern Borderlands, the thousand-year-old altar was spinning rapidly, transferring the karmic sin that was about to destroy one person onto another, splitting one person’s life in half to sustain another’s already fragmented soul. This was a forbidden ritual that no one had ever performed in tens of thousands of years.

Steal yin and yang, reverse life and death, exchange fate.

What was being exchanged was not just lifespan, but the “fate” that existed in the unseen world—exchanging all of one’s own brilliance, beauty, and smooth paths for another person, and taking on all of the other’s hardships, setbacks, and sins.

A star-like, brilliant light rose from Shi Wuluo’s body and poured entirely into Chou Bodeng’s.

Since the beginning of heaven and earth, there had never been such a reversal. No one could have imagined that the infamous Head of the Ten Witches possessed such a glorious fate. Judging by fate alone, he should have become the co-ruler of the Twelve Continents, the savior of all living beings.

But all of this was given to him by Chou Bodeng.

“The one who should be hated the most…”

“Is myself.”

Everyone was devouring his remains, everyone was clinging to his flesh and blood to survive, and he was the biggest beneficiary.

Even if he didn’t want any of it.

***

Golden fireworks bloomed against the pitch-black sky with tremendous force.

Everyone’s eardrums were ringing from the blast. The firelight and tremors came from the Mountain Sea Pavilion itself. All the pavilions and terraces rotated like eight-treasure tops, their ornate roofs and corner towers roaring as they shot out balls of spiritual fire, which blossomed into golden chrysanthemums in the sky. The petals fell like meteorites in all directions, crashing into the Tranquil Sea, which was crowded with countless demon ghosts.

A golden light spread out, enveloping the fishermen of Zhunan, the disciples of the Mountain Sea Pavilion, and the demon ghosts alike. The hideous, roaring Yakshas, Tiger-Jiaos, and Sui Monsters gradually faded away, while the disciples of the Yinglong Division and the fishermen of Zhunan remained unharmed.

“Your Mountain Sea Pavilion… is so damn rich.”

Lu Jing released his numb, senseless hands, leaned against the city wall, and slid down into a sitting position.

“A single piece of Brahma Purity Dust costs ten thousand gold…”

Lou Jiang swayed, nearly falling directly from the city wall due to exhaustion. Lu Jing grabbed his foot and, with his last ounce of strength, pulled him back. They leaned against the wall, exhausted, and together they looked up at the main pavilion of the Mountain Sea Pavilion, which had completely transformed into a military fortress. It felt as if a decorative golden statue had suddenly stood up and let out a deafening roar at the heavens and earth.

Zuo Liangshi, half of his body stained crimson, stood on the high pavilion atop the Mountain Sea Grand Hall. The golden light made him look like a bronze sculpture.

In his hand, he held a broken sword.

“You were stalling for time,” the Moon Mother slowly lowered her blood-stained staff, gazing at his cold face. “Liangshi, you truly have many things hidden.”

Ying Zhong and Meng Shuangqing, along with the other traitorous Pavilion Elders, landed on the west side of Zhunan City, forming a loose encirclement with the Moon Mother on the east.

Meng Shuangqing’s expression was grim and uncertain.

They knew that the main pavilion of the Mountain Sea Pavilion was itself a spiritual artifact, but the original defensive range of the Golden Feather Diagram only covered the nine cities of Zhunan itself and had no offensive capabilities. No one had expected that Zuo Liangshi had secretly transformed it into a fortress capable of both offense and defense.

“We underestimated him.”

Ying Zhong said in a low voice, his expression ugly.

He guessed how Zuo Liangshi had accomplished this right under their noses.

Since Zuo Liangshi took office as Pavilion Master, due to his own lack of cultivation, he had been extremely respectful to all the Pavilion Elders. Every so often, under the pretext that “the Pavilion Elders have contributed greatly to the Mountain Sea Pavilion, how can they be relegated to humble dwellings,” he would diligently have their pavilions renovated and tall houses built for them. It was because of this that Ying Zhong had looked down on him from the bottom of his heart, thinking him utterly foolish.

How could one gain others’ respect just by fawning over them?

Thinking back now, the truly foolish ones were them.

All of Zuo Liangshi’s obsequiousness, all of his servility, was a silent smokescreen, hiding a sharp and deadly killing intent.

A brief recollection sent a chill down their spines.

The modification of the Golden Feather Diagram must have had the secret help of the Heavenly Works Mansion. When did Zuo Liangshi get in touch with them? And the tens of thousands of “Brahma Purity Dust,” when did he complete the transaction with the Buddhist Sect? Zuo Liangshi had been on good terms with the Buddhist Sect for nearly a hundred years. When exactly did he start preparing?

For a person to be able to endure to such an extent, even with a low cultivation level, was truly terrifying.

“It’s just locking the barn door after the horse has bolted.”

Zuo Liangshi looked around, his gaze sweeping over the collapsed streets and the Tranquil Sea filled with floating corpses. A flicker of sorrow crossed his face.

Elder Tao Rong landed beside him, and all the Pavilion Elders still fighting for the Mountain Sea Pavilion landed beside him as well, protecting him in the center. The modification of the Golden Feather Diagram was done by Zuo Liangshi alone, and currently, only he could control this fearsome weapon. It was also because this weapon was so immense that he needed so much time to officially activate it.

“Unfortunately, it’s too late.”

Someone said calmly.

Huaining Jun stepped out of the void. When the Sea Boundary was still intact, he needed to pass through the sea pillars discreetly, but now he could openly stand above the void of Zhunan.

The Moon Mother retreated to his side, a step behind him.

This gesture shocked the Pavilion Elders of the Mountain Sea Pavilion. For someone of the Moon Mother’s strength and status to show him respect, who was this person? Before he appeared, no one had noticed his presence, and even after he appeared, they still couldn’t sense his aura. This meant that the other party’s strength surpassed their imagination, the gap between them like a drop of water and the vast ocean.

Huaining Jun had no intention of introducing himself, merely gazing at a patch of sky where black clouds gathered like mountains.

“Hiding your tracks like this really isn’t your style.”

His white robes fluttered.

Who else had been watching from behind the scenes?

The Pavilion Elders were too stunned to be shocked anymore. Too many things had assaulted their nerves tonight… Elder Tao Rong’s face was as taut as iron, his gaze sweeping over the few members of the Taiyu Clan standing in Zhunan City.

The black clouds collapsed, the sky collapsed!

The dome of the sky was torn open, revealing a scorching red wound, and blood-red cracks spread rapidly. For a moment, it was as if the sky had become another thick earth, and now the earth’s crust was shattering, with molten magma flowing in all directions. The wind still howled, the rain still poured, but the air began to fill with a heat that could scorch the lungs.

The accumulated rain on the ground evaporated into a vast white fog, and the clouds and mist re-formed, turning the Mountain Sea Pavilion once again into an immortal pavilion in the clouds.

But no one was happy about it.

A hand dripping with flames appeared in the gap in the sky.

That hand, like an ordinary person cracking an eggshell, began to break the sky piece by piece. Those who witnessed this could only tremble, only feel fear, only collapse to the ground.

“I knew those bastards from the Hundred Clans were no good…”

Lu Jing leaned against the city wall, his face contorted, squeezing out the words as if in a moan.

“I should have just chopped Taiyu Shi to pieces in the first place.”

What had he, Lu Jing, done to deserve this!

In just a few short months, he had witnessed the descent of a high god twice—damn it, this time the so-called “Red Emperor” didn’t even seem like something that should exist in this world! Weren’t the high gods of the Heaven Beyond Heavens supposed to be extremely arrogant? Weren’t they supposed to be unmoved even by three kowtows and nine prostrations, and the ones who could be moved were said to be minor, miscellaneous gods?

Lou Jiang said nothing.

He stared blankly at the Star-Pushing Plate in Half-Diviner’s hand. The pointer swept past the hour of Hai. There was only one hour left until the destruction of the Clear Continent… A sense of despair crept into their hearts. It seemed that all their running and fighting throughout the night had been nothing but a futile struggle.

They were so small, so powerless, they didn’t even have the right to participate in the battle in the sky.

The nine cities of Zhunan were deathly silent.

Crack.

Everyone watched as the gap in the sky widened, finally revealing a cold, majestic face behind it. The red-faced, fire-crowned emperor looked down coldly upon the common people, who were all ants before him.

“Long time no see,” Huaining Jun said calmly, “Red Emperor.”

The Red Emperor’s gaze slowly swept across the whole of Zhunan. He seemed to be looking for something, and only after finding nothing did his gaze fall on Huaining Jun.

“What should I call you now?”

His voice seemed to come through a layer of glass, causing the sky to tremble slightly.

“White Emperor? Or perhaps…”

“Desolate Lord.”

***

“So that’s how it is! So that’s how it is!”

Jun Changwei muttered to himself, a hint of madness in his expression. If Old Heavenly Craftsman hadn’t held him firmly by the shoulder, he probably would have rushed into the sky and fought Huaining Jun with reckless abandon.

Their battle had been interrupted.

When the Red Emperor Gu Yu appeared, the blood of the heavens dripped onto the sea. If they had continued to fight at that moment, all four of them would have been reduced to ashes… It was a despairing comparison of strength. Immortals, in the face of ancient gods, were just delusional mortals.

“One of the five emperors of Cloud City has fallen to the Desolation! So that’s it!” The veins on Jun Changwei’s hand, which was gripping the Gold-Inlaid Saber, bulged. “That traitor.”

“Mister Jun, you’re mistaken,” Mister Xi landed on another patch of sea, unhurriedly wiping the tip of his spear. “Protecting the common people is just a wishful expectation that people place on gods. Why can’t a god choose to protect the Great Wilderness? The dead souls are undying, the Great Wilderness is not desolate; the Great Wilderness has its own life. They are all living things, so why should the Great Wilderness have to yield to your mortal realm? Everyone wants to exist in the world, so let’s fight without scruples. It’s much fairer.”

“That sounds perfectly reasonable,” Old Heavenly Craftsman said in a low voice, “if you yourself had not once been human. You, a complete and utter traitor.”

“Oh my,” Mister Xi said with a smile, “it seems you’ve found a loophole.”

The sea surface within a ten-li radius of where they stood was as still as water, but beneath the surface, the seabed was rapidly cracking, with the four of them at the center. Seawater poured into the newly formed trench, then spread outwards, rolling up white waves dozens of meters high at the edges. Both sides wanted to withdraw and rush to the battlefield in Zhunan, but were held back by the other.

Old Heavenly Craftsman pressed Jun Changwei’s shoulder.

Jun Changwei calmed down.

After the Incomplete Mountain was broken, Cloud City became the Heaven Beyond Heavens, separating the upper and lower realms, and separating gods from mortals.

That was the origin of “invoking a god.” The beings that came to the surface through god-invoking were merely avatars of the heavenly gods. The Red Emperor Gu Yu had torn open the sky to appear in Zhunan in his true form, so his strength must be limited. The White Emperor’s state was unknown… The situation might not be completely hopeless yet.

At this point, they could only trust Zuo Liangshi.

***

Zuo Liangshi stood at the top of the Mountain Sea Grand Hall, the core of the entire “Golden Feather Diagram.” Brahma Purity Dust was still being shot out continuously, streaking across the sky of Zhunan’s nine cities like meteors, blooming into large golden flowers over the entire Tranquil Sea. Every second, a million gold coins were being burned.

The Red Emperor had descended, the White Emperor had appeared.

Yet he was still calmly controlling the Golden Feather Diagram, still calmly clearing out the demon ghosts around the Tranquil Sea.

The cheeks of Ying Zhong and Meng Shuangqing twitched slightly.

According to their original agreement, after the fall of the Mountain Sea Pavilion, the treasury would belong to all the traitorous Pavilion Elders. But now, Zuo Liangshi’s posture was as if he was determined to burn all the wealth to ashes before the pavilion’s demise. This style of setting fire to the treasury before death, not letting the enemy get a single coin, was simply thuggish. Zuo Yuesheng was indeed his biological son.

But with the White Emperor and the Red Emperor in a standoff in the sky, neither of them paid any attention to Zuo Liangshi’s actions. They had no right to speak, or it would be an overstep.

“Liangshi,” the Moon Mother sat cross-legged on a black cloud, watching his struggle with a look of pity and sorrow. “Why bother with such futile efforts? Zhunan’s destruction is already a foregone conclusion.”

The sky was half pitch-black, half blood-red.

The miasma surged like a tide from the horizon where the sea and sky met, already surrounding Zhunan.

“So the Heaven Beyond Heavens is just a bunch of cowardly rats who hide their heads but show their tails.”

Elder Tao Rong said coldly, his gray robe billowing and rustling under the invisible pressure from the sky.

Ying Zhong and the others could hardly believe their ears… He was actually mocking Gu Yu! Mocking Huaining Jun! Mocking the high and mighty gods of the Heaven Beyond Heavens! It was hard to tell if he was brave and fearless, or simply insane.

“Utterly foolish.”

Meng Shuangqing’s lips moved, finally spitting out a few words.

Flowing fire fell from the sky. Meng Shuangqing could already see the scene of Tao Rong being reduced to dust.

“A second time.”

The Red Emperor Gu Yu’s furious voice echoed, and the blood-colored spiderweb-like cracks in the dome of the sky expanded further, the sky threatening to shatter at any moment.

“This is the second time you’ve stopped me. Are you trying to make an enemy of me?”

Huaining Jun’s white robes fluttered, and the meteor-like fireballs hung in the sky.

He waved his hand gently, wiping them from the void. “We can hardly be called friends.”

Meng Shuangqing was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood. It could only be said that old fool Tao Rong had gotten incredibly lucky. The White Emperor and the Red Emperor seemed to have a deep-seated grudge against each other. Huaining Jun was happy to see Gu Yu mocked by an ant, so he naturally didn’t mind casually blocking a blow. After all, the life or death of an ant was of no consequence.

It was less that he had saved Tao Rong and more that he was targeting Gu Yu.

The atmosphere was tense. Many secretly hoped that the Red Emperor Gu Yu and the White Emperor Huaining Jun would turn on each other… like a reindeer surrounded by hyenas and jackals, hoping the predators would tear each other apart, thus allowing it to survive. Unfortunately, although the hyenas and jackals had no intention of putting aside their old grudges and hunting together, they also had no plan to let the reindeer escape.

“I will only take the South Star Candle.”

Gu Yu said coldly.

Huaining Jun nodded and slowly retreated with the Moon Mother. The gap in the sky was gradually widened. It seemed Gu Yu intended to tear an opening large enough to reach in and take the candle. It was said that the immortal sects of the Eight Prefectures were candles that lit the Eight Extremes, heavenly wedges driven into the earth. This ancient legend was confirmed today.

In Zhunan, it seemed there really was a candle coveted even by the Five Cardinal Emperors of the Heaven Beyond Heavens.

However, no one cared about the truth of the legend anymore.

…It seemed the situation was that the jackal was waiting for the hyena to deliver the fatal blow before moving in to finish off the heavily wounded reindeer.

Still alive, yet already a meal divided up on someone else’s plate.

What a great sorrow.

“Liangshi,” the Moon Mother laid her silver staff across her lap, its light illuminating her charming face. She spoke faintly, “You have one last chance.”

She didn’t look at Gu Yu, seemingly not caring much about this Red Emperor of the Heaven Beyond Heavens, and seemed to have only a superficial respect for Huaining Jun. But she herself was one of the ancients, a witness to the drama of Cloud City. Although her status was not comparable to that of the Red Emperor and the White Emperor, she indeed did not need to bow and scrape.

“It seems I have some ability to be a femme fatale,” Zuo Liangshi glanced around. “Fortunately, my wife has already gone to Medicine Valley as a guest. Everyone, please don’t tell her about this later, or I might have to kneel on the floor until the end of time.”

The tense atmosphere cracked slightly.

“Pavilion Master,” a Pavilion Elder holding a long halberd said with a bitter smile, “although your fear of your wife is famous throughout the Twelve Continents, is it really appropriate to be worrying about this at a time like this…”

Everyone was prepared to die, ready to meet their fate with dignity, and you suddenly come up with this? Isn’t that ridiculous?

“What’s not appropriate?” Zuo Liangshi said. “Pavilion Elder Gao, do you dare to confess to Pavilion Elder Qing that you’ve been to the Qin Tower?”

“Sister Yuan, don’t listen to the Pavilion Master’s nonsense,” the elder who had spoken quickly looked at a female saber user beside him. “He’s slandering me. I stopped going to Red Railing Street eight hundred years ago. You have to believe me!”

Pavilion Elder Qing snorted coldly.

The crowd chuckled softly.

The atmosphere strangely relaxed. Similar situations had occurred at Mountain Sea Pavilion meetings more than once. When Zuo Liangshi took over as Pavilion Master, the pavilion was already riddled with factions. Every time a fierce dispute broke out and both sides tried to get Zuo Liangshi to take a stand, he would always use his wife as an excuse to prevaricate and smooth things over.

The “wife card” had been played so many times, but this time it sounded particularly endearing.

“That’s more like it. Why are you all putting on long faces like the Taiyi Sect?” Zuo Liangshi said, though there was not a trace of a smile on his own face. “The Mountain Sea Pavilion hasn’t fallen yet. What’s with the mourning?”

The gap in the sky grew larger, and viscous heavenly blood was already dripping into Zhunan City, starting great fires. In the firelight, the disciples of the Mountain Sea Pavilion, leaning on their swords and sabers, slowly retreated to the inner city. Handsome, beautiful, ordinary… all faces were illuminated by the firelight.

“I am an incompetent Pavilion Master,” Zuo Liangshi said. “I knew of the suffering in Zhizhou City but did nothing; I knew of the trafficking of mortals but did not investigate; I knew of smuggling and collusion but did not correct it; I knew of the evil decrees below but did not stop them… I hesitated and procrastinated, unable to make a decision, always thinking of a gentler way, a more gradual way. I thought I held the ambition to pacify the mountains and seas, but in reality, I was just a coward who took advantage of the situation to do evil.”

He controlled the Golden Feather Diagram, firing the last of the Brahma Purity Dust to its designated position.

Countless exquisite pavilions and towers turned to dust at the same time. The once glorious and magnificent immortal pavilion in the clouds was reduced to a scorched earth in an instant, with collapsed carved beams and painted rafters everywhere.

Zuo Liangshi looked around.

“I am a coward, and also a sinner,” he said softly. “The Mountain Sea Pavilion has stood for tens of thousands of years, and in my hands, it has fallen to this state. I, Liangshi, am ashamed to face my ancestors.”

“Pavilion Master, how can this be your fault?” Pavilion Elder Gao sighed. “It is we old fools who were too stubborn, as stubborn as elm wood… It is our failure.”

“Whoever is guilty, whoever is at fault, all must be settled,” Zuo Liangshi’s gaze swept over Ying Zhong and the others standing in the distance. “The guilty must be executed, the at-fault must atone. For the final reckoning, are you all still willing to follow me, a coward and a sinner, to fight for the Clear Continent?”

“We swear to advance and retreat with the Pavilion Master!”

The Pavilion Elders shouted in unison.

“We swear to advance and retreat with the Pavilion Master!”

Lou Jiang shouted, the disciples of the Mountain Sea Pavilion shouted, the citizens of the nine cities shouted, the fishermen of Zhunan shouted. Their voices converged into a tide of heaven and earth.

“Thank you, everyone.”

Zuo Liangshi bowed deeply.

High in the sky, Gu Yu completely tore open a section of the dome, and a hand made of magma and crimson fire, covering the sky and sun, descended upon Zhunan. The Pavilion Elders drew their swords and sabers, about to meet the giant palm falling from the sky, but at the moment they rose, a vortex-like storm suddenly swept up, pushing them in all directions.

“Pavilion Master!”

Elder Tao Rong shouted.

Only Zuo Liangshi, who had straightened up, remained at the center of the storm.

He was born so feminine as to be androgynous, and was usually best at smoothing things over, so much so that many people mocked the Mountain Sea Pavilion for having a spineless, effeminate Pavilion Master. But at this moment, as the strong wind whipped his half-bloodstained white robe, his back was straight and tall, suddenly so domineering that he could look down upon the Twelve Continents.

“Liangshi… will not fail my mission!”

He laughed loudly, and along with countless golden pillars of light that rose from the ground, he met the world-destroying ancient god.

The pillars of light rose from where the Brahma Purity Dust had fallen, driving into the fragmented sky. It turned out that Zuo Liangshi had activated the Golden Feather Diagram time and again not to prevent the enemy from getting a single coin, but to set up this cage to trap the ancient god—he had been waiting from the very beginning, waiting for the moment to slay a god.

Tens of thousands of golden pillars collided with tens of thousands of fireballs, as if a great fire was burning from the ground to the sky.

The fierce wind whipped Zuo Liangshi’s robes. He pulled a domineering, peerless Mo Saber of black-lacquered bronze and gold from the void. Firelight flashed on the blade, illuminating his face.

The ancient god from beyond the heavens suddenly froze.

The moment Zuo Liangshi drew his saber, he faintly saw another figure, a figure that had become the nightmare of many ancient gods. A figure that had long been shattered to pieces, his soul scattered, and that final, deeply taboo… curse!

…I bet.

I bet that hereafter, thousands will be for me, tens of thousands will be for me, millions will be for me.

I bet that hereafter, for millions of years, there will still be an unquenchable spark.

I bet.

In the twelfth year of Guiding, on the third day of the Hai Month, the beacon fires were lit in Zhunan.

The fire burned the Heaven Beyond Heavens.