Sovereign!
The ruler of the entire city!
Underworld Yama!
Lord of Fengdu!
The Buddha Light shines everywhere, spreading with great effort, an immense Buddha shadow, seemingly filling the space between heaven and earth, yet suppressed by countless falling ink-colored raindrops.
Each drop of the ink-colored rain falling on the Great Buddha seemed like arrows hitting the Buddha statue, exploding into circles of golden ripples.
His feet soaked by the accumulated water, Huang Mei, with palms folded, beneath two flying long eyebrows, his eyes filled with sadness.
"Lay down the butcher's knife and embrace Hell..."
These were the words spoken by his disciple, Wukong.
And Huang Mei could confirm that Wukong was dead, and the Buddha Light connection established between them had been completely severed, unable to reconnect even a bit.
Not only Wukong, but all disciples of the Little Spirit Sound Institute were dead too.
