"Red dust is a prison, all living beings suffer, reincarnation never ceases, worries and calamities never rest. Pity us mortals—may a god descend from Heaven! White Lotus Holy Mother, save us from calamity and ferry us through the end!"
In what had once been Great Zhou, whether in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss or the Buddhist Kingdom on Earth, ethereal and sacred voices rang in the ears of countless believers, echoing through Heaven and Earth and cleansing their souls. An inexplicable emotion rose within them, making them all bow reverently, murmuring in unison. Billions upon billions of grains of sand gathered into a tower, creating something vast and divine beyond measure.
With the upheaval everywhere, the erupting "volcanoes" of the Nine Abysses, and the Demon Mist and black dust obscuring the great sun, even ordinary people on the islands of the Eastern Sea sensed that something was about to happen—not to mention the mighty experts among the Immortal Class.
Wang Siyuan sat alone on an isolated island beneath a tree. Ever since he had fallen into Demon Buddha Ananda's trap after attempting to influence and control the Heaven's Will Monster, he had withdrawn from the mortal world and remained silent for years. He had been reflecting on his past oversights while also bitterly pondering how to contend with Heaven's Will from beneath the Other Shore. His so-called smashing of the chessboard was merely the manifestation of another "Heaven's Will"...
At that moment, sensing the arrival of the apocalypse and detecting the changes in Middle-earth, he raised his head and looked toward it. Madness churned in his eyes, his emotions shifting until he finally revealed a trace of bitterness and desolation. He sighed.
"Sure enough, only an Other Shore Being can contend with an Other Shore Being..."
All the madness