Chapter 111
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He was falling.
The sound of the wind rang in his ears.
Him? He opened his eyes and saw … statues of gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
The expressions of those statues were either benevolent, smiling, or angry. There were all kinds of expressions.
But because there were too many of them, it was very strange.
The feeling of falling stopped.
Him? Did he notice himself? He seemed to have arrived at a dark and nameless place.
There was no wind and no light.
With every step he took, his footsteps reverberated loudly, shaking the darkness.
Him? He looked at the dome.
There was a glimmer in the distance.
But the distance was very, very far.
Where was this?
Him? His eyesight was enough to see everything in the darkness.
This seemed to be the bottom of a Buddhist pagoda.
Countless statues of gods and Buddhas were engraved on the walls of the pagoda. But although the bottom floor was also engraved with statues, the engravings were completely different from the ones above. There were also raging flames.
The karmic fire of hell burned countless evil spirits. What about them? Their expressions were fearful, panicked, ferocious, and evil, as if all the ugliness in the world was condensed.
And on the wall of the pagoda, an extremely narrow, spiraling staircase snaked towards the distant light above.
And at the bottom of the staircase, there was a person sitting there leaning against the wall.
If it wasn't him? Did he really see him? He wouldn't notice that there was actually someone in this dark place.
How should he describe the person sitting by the stairs?
Probably, it was like a pile of bones scattered there. Not alive? Not alive. Even his breathing was soft.
Him? His footsteps were so obvious, but that person still didn't seem to notice.
Him? He thought about it. Use? His body? Ignite the remaining spiritual power in his body? Fire.
This time, that person finally reacted.
That person's eyes seemed to have not seen light for a long time, but they were still attracted to him like a moth to a flame. It seemed.
Even if the fire stimulated tears, and tears kept flowing in that person's dark and empty eyes.
That person had a dark and ugly face that was burned by the fire.
It was even more ferocious than the evil spirits engraved on the wall.
That person quietly looked at the fire and him.
Him? It was difficult to describe the expression in that person's eyes. But him? He felt that the other party might be seeing him? He saw it as an illusory and rare dream.
… Was that why he was quietly looking at him without blinking? Look.
Even so, that person still spoke.
Him? His voice was dry and hoarse from not speaking for a long time, like a broken xylophone. It was not pleasant.
The person said softly.
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