"Hey! You, Sang! What do we do now?!"
The chaotic spacetime turbulence, accompanied by the howling spacetime storm, seemed as if the remaining space and the Time Law within the turbulence were about to collapse.
A golden Buddha statue quietly sat amidst the dark storm.
Its body glimmered with divine light, radiating golden Power of Will, bringing warmth and slightly illuminating the dark spacetime turbulence.
Behind the Buddha, there were seven connected blood trees within the turbulence, their crowns flourishing, branches hanging low, dangling bones, forming an image of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Beneath the blood trees was a giant green prison, countless chains like tentacles rooted in nameless places anchoring the space's position, preventing it from getting lost.
