Trapping a God (4K)

At the moment the 'god' finally took shape, Wu Heng did nothing but watch.

The 'god' wore a long red dress, with red silk ribbons swirling around her body and floating behind her. Her soft golden hair moved without wind, and her eyes remained tightly shut.

Her entire body radiated a holy power that soothed the heart and filled people with reassurance.

The instant ordinary people laid eyes on her, they would be drawn to that sacred beauty far beyond mortal limits, falling into a longing and obsession for "redemption."

But it had nothing to do with lust. All that obsession came from the most sincere emotion born from the soul—feelings countless times more genuine than those revealed upon seeing one's mother.

There would not be the slightest thought of desecration.

In the central section of the commercial street in the surface world, where the church had once stood, only a massive pit remained after the church's form transformed into the god's body.

The uneven ground inside the pit still glimmered with faint remnants of sacred white power.

Seeing that the god had returned from the void and that the passage containing the remnants of the god's vessel had completely disappeared, Wu Heng immediately acted.

With a wave of his hand, he injected gray Nightmare Power into the Dream Realm under his control, which was filled with dark authority. The breach in the Otherworld that he had deliberately opened was instantly repaired.

With that action, the entirety of the Silent Hill Otherworld, reflected through authority, was likewise restored to completeness. The passage transmitting "suffering" was completely severed.

The blocked power of suffering was like a tide crashing into an invisible barrier, bouncing away from Silent Hill's outskirts.

The impact created ripples of frost across the surface of the Nightmare Power