The blood rain blurred the Black Sun.
Bai Heng tilted her face toward the sky.
She felt the rain slide across her skin.
It felt cold... a coldness that gnawed deep into her soul.
Bai Heng knew clearly that it was a thought that had suddenly arisen within Shuhu's consciousness.
It hated this feeling.
It hated this blood rain of "Destruction."
But Bai Heng was precisely the opposite.
Just like those tainted by the mara, who sought death with all their hearts.
Death was merely another name for life, the destination at the end of the road to Yomi.
"Cough..."
Another sweet, bloody taste surged from her throat. The concepts stripped away by the Path were still colliding within her fragile body.
That was because the threat of death had awakened Shuhu's deepest desire to survive. It had yet to bestow the Abundance's gift upon the universe, yet to free all living beings and lead them together to paradise.
So it could not die—at least, not yet!
It had already discovered Bai Heng's purpose and sensed the loss of its immortality.
But the more that was so,
the faster the collapse of that Path accelerated the destruction of Bai Heng's body.
Perhaps she would die before the Black Sun descended.
"I never thought it would hurt this much... I'm actually... pretty afraid of pain..."
Her body had already reached its limit. Amid her hazy, chaotic consciousness, she slowly pitched forward.
There was no life flashing before her eyes. What awaited her was only endless, freezing darkness—and a pair of hands reaching out from within it.
It felt as though a hand had tightly clamped around her arm... Wait, it did not just feel like it. There really was a hand!
Bai Heng grabbed Bai Heng's arm.
Without the slightest bit