Hours after hours went by and the golden flames grew, the light it emitted clashing against the vast backdrop of red as destruction came ever closer.
At this time more than half of the Blood Blessed had collapsed, every single strand of power drained from their bodies, their minds were blank, every single mental energy spent, and if not for the superiority of their physique, the damage done to their mental space and bodies would have disabled them for life.
Anyone who looked at them would think they were simply dead bodies because their heartbeat was silent, there was not even enough energy in their bodies to maintain such a basic function. With the strength of their physique, even in this state, it would take many millennia before any adverse effect began to take root in their bodies.
Those who remained active despite the immense drain of building the golden flames were the ones who could thrive under pressure and had least made breakthroughs to a higher level under the strain of refining the golden flames and staying under the light of the red sun which was constantly screaming hate and madness into their psyche.
After lighting up the third star point in their heart, it gave the Blood Blessed the ability to summon their Natal Treasure, which enhanced their overall power, adaptability, and control over all aspects of their bodies and abilities.
Something amazing had occurred in the last few hours because every Blood Blessed here still pushing forward had undergone immense suffering under this trial by fire and the weakest had lit up three-star points.
This meant more than one billion of them had crossed this threshold of power, where a few hours back barely less than a fraction of a percent of their population had reached this mark, which was actually the god-child, even the closest Young Po was at the cusp and had not crossed this boundary.
Such rapid progress was tremendous, and none of them here had the words to describe it. They would have been going crazy with celebration but there was only a single thought in their mind, and that was refining the golden flame, most of them were not even fully aware of the great strides they had been making in the last few hours, only feeling glad that the burden of refining the flames seemed to get a bit manageable even when they thought their limits had been reached.
In this fight against destruction, they had an extra motivation for working so hard, it was the simple act of a parent striving to protect their child. They were not able to follow him out of the city at first, and now there was no way they would allow him out of their sight. What sort of parents would that make them?
Even if their son was a sort of divine being, they were still his parents, and they would stand in front of him and shield him from any enemies with their bodies.
Knowing the incredible risk their two-year-old son was going through filled them both with pride and fear. They had long given up hope to ever control him or even teach him, the child picked up everything too fast, learning lessons before it even occurred to them to give it.
What they wanted was to protect him, no matter how much it took from them. Holding hands they kept pushing forward, the flames in front of them growing larger and the sounds of bodies dropping beside them getting louder.
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The end came as expected, and no one shirked away from it. The red sun, as it was spreading out, was also expanding. By the time it was a few miles away from the city, its circumference was greater than a hundred million miles, and before it, the entire city was as small as a grain of sand.
For such an incredibly massive explosion, it caused no shockwaves because it was not pushing any air ahead of itself, it was instead consuming everything, and this caused this explosion to be relatively silent, at least that was what it seemed like until it neared the city and then the sounds of the explosion began to make its way to them.
It sounded like a weird mixture of screaming and laughter, pain and enjoyment, hate and happiness.
It was as if this red sun reveled in its destructive power, but still hated its nature. Like its creator, this red sun was a perversion of everything natural, and because of the height of its maker, it was alive and fully aware.
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