"Why can't it be extinguished?!"
Jiang Li felt the pain, this red flame, just an ordinary flame without any Divine Power infused within, yet it could burn in a vacuum, even scorching his spirit, his path.
"A spark can start a great fire."
Meng Xiaolan said indifferently, "The crimson flame is the most splendid of things, and we will not forcefully make everyone think about the same ideals and goals."
"What's the purpose of the revolution?"
"To liberate thoughts, to allow everyone to choose their own lives."
By then, the flames had already covered Jiang Li's entire body.
But he was not content, "Can everyone truly choose for themselves? I was born in the Taixu Illusory Realm, where no one worries about food and warmth, but to obtain money, status, and power, one still needs to work hard, and even with hard work, it's not certain to be recognized!"
