"Hey! Sang, what do we do now?!"
Chaotic currents of shattered spacetime churned beneath howling temporal storms. Even the remnants of spatial and temporal laws within the currents seemed on the verge of collapse.
Yet a great golden Buddha sat quietly amid the dark storm.
Rosy radiance flowed over its body, and golden power of vows surged from its entire form. It brought warmth while faintly illuminating the dark currents of shattered spacetime.
Behind the great Buddha, seven conjoined Blood Trees stood within the currents. Their canopies bloomed in full flourish, their drooping branches dangling and swaying white bones, forming a vision of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Below the Blood Trees lay an enormous azure prison. Countless chains, like tentacles, rooted themselves in nameless places, anchoring this location in space so it would not be lost.
To the left of the Blood Trees burned the raging Ash-Illuminating White Flame. Within the pouring heavenly fire was an old man with crane-white hair and white robes, shackles on his hands and feet. Power surged madly from his body, pouring into the Buddha.
To the right of the Blood Trees coiled a colossal black dragon. A pearl hung before its dragon head, and the dragon breath it exhaled blocked the unknown arrivals ahead. At the same time, power had to surge forth from beneath it to maintain the Four Divine Pillars.
Grudge had two forms.
One was Grudge, and one was Wuxiu.
What had been presented to the Holy Spirit Continent was a charred, cracked body—the form of Saint Slave Wuxiu. This form had borrowed the Grudge from the Inverted Buddha Pagoda at Crossroads Corner, and it was of vital importance.
But in truth, after the Heavenly Ladder had been severed, what mattered more were one tree, one flame, one