Beneath the Bitter Sea, too much decay, yet no prosperity in sight, as if under the Infinite Tribulations, everything shall meet silent annihilation, all efforts in vain.
If everything is doomed to silent annihilation, then why struggle?
This sense of powerlessness kept piling up in his heart, even the Glazed Glass Light couldn't fully illuminate through.
In his Inner Realm world, the Bitter Sea that cascaded down from above his head, at this moment, seemed to be stirred, the blood rain filling the skies was even more fierce than before.
Fatty Hu lying under the Bodhi Tree lifted his head alertly;
The carp belly-up in the Lotus Pond also flipped over, looking up beyond the Pure Land;
Even that invisible and formless Formless Wind seemed more urgent at this moment, swirling and whistling past Fatty Hu's ears.
