The dust and sand flew, the lone moon hung high, and even the sand mist on the island beneath the moonlight was illuminated by the serene glow.
The Mechanical Buddha turned its body, lowered its head, and the Buddha's eyes covered by lampshades reflected the figures of Ghost Bell and Gu Qiye. White steam puffed out from the gaps of this colossal entity, with ear-splitting hydraulic noises.
The entire world was rumbling.
The Father of Puppets was standing on the shoulder of the Mechanical Buddha, stroking Ajaya's head with one hand while gazing down at the two people on the desert below.
"Interesting..." he murmured, "So Blue Arc actually has this kind of relationship with Ghost Bell."
"Father, can you still stand up?" Gu Qiye bent down, lifting his eyes to glance at the blood-drenched Ghost Bell.
"Of course I can..."
