The Hand-held Buddha Country was shattered, order would be disrupted, space torn and recombined, even death couldn't monopolize the stage.
"So terrifying..." All beings across the cosmos were stunned.
So magnificent, so tragic, it made one's scalp tingle and body shudder.
A strong warrior was shattered, escaping to the edge of the Holy Temple, struggling to replenish his physical body and Primordial Spirit.
"Have I lost? I don't have the strength to become a Saint..." He fell into confusion, "No, as long as there is a glimmer of opportunity, I must fight! Kill!"
He rushed back to the battlefield, clashing with the True Dragon's 'Human Fist', then was struck by the Three Pure Ones' radiance, how he eventually died, no one saw clearly, the Magic and Divine Abilities were too many.
"This is a king of the bronze civilization!" A civilization of the cosmos wailed, "Invincible for countless ages, having sheltered numerous citizens, just died like that!"
