All things stained with dust, heaven and earth formless.
As the surrounding world darkened, all things solidified, forms, masses, appearances, all disintegrating.
It seemed as if this world had turned into a scroll painting, the Eighty-Eight Buddhas and Bodhisattva Arhats, whether they were nearly solid Dharma Images or mere shadows, were sealed within the scroll, either solidified in the sky or restricted to the earth.
Even the Great Sun Tathagata was caught mid-flight, frozen in mid-air, the Great Sun Buddha Light symbolizing the Tathagata Fruit Position gradually losing its color.
"This is... …"
Despite everything, the Great Sun Tathagata, deserving of his title, managed to resist and even struggled to speak, "Chaos... …"
Blending all things, dissolving matter, such a scene is indeed chaos.
