A heavy roar rent the sky as something plummeted from above. Then golden light illuminated the world, as if four suns were shining down their Buddha-like radiance.
With Chaos's personality, how could he make such an understated entrance? That just wasn't his style.
Once everyone on the ground had adjusted to the four beams of golden light, their already incredulous expressions turned to utter shock. They stood there dumbfounded.
At the center of the area around Chaos, Shakyamuni, the Goddess of the Heavens, an angel, and a fairy hovered in the air. Golden halos shone behind their heads, displaying their sacred, extraordinary forms in a way that shook the soul.
Shakyamuni was as sacred and solemn as ever. With an imposing air, he made a flower-pinching gesture, while the swastika symbols behind him revolved. Together with the golden halo behind his head, he looked like the Buddha himself, inspiring uncontrollable reverence.
The Goddess of the Heavens needed no introduction. Her golden palace robes fluttered, and her delicate hands held a long scarf. A colossal halo revolved behind her. She was ethereal, someone to admire from afar but never profane.
Then there was the angel. Her face and figure were every bit as beautiful as the Goddess of the Heavens'. The only difference was that the golden halo behind her had become two pairs of lifelike golden wings, and a golden angelic halo floated above her head.
Gentle and pure—that was the angel's first impression!
She was like a ray of light!
Last came the fairy. Unlike the sacred, ethereal Goddess of the Heavens or the gentle, pure angel, she exuded nothing but bewitching allure.
Her face and eyes were brimming with sensual charm. The beauty mark beneath her eye and the floral decoration on her forehead were the finishing touches.