The setting sun is like blood, dyeing every inch of the pure land in the Western Paradise red.
Little White Dragon Ao Lie has been kneeling under this lotus platform for three years.
It's not that he wants to kneel, but that he can't stand up.
The seven soul-crushing nails nailed to his spine, each one three inches and six minutes long, were engraved with secret Sanskrit mantras on their bodies, drilling into his flesh and grinding into his bones as he breathed. That was the "Karma Lock" given by the Tathagata himself, specially prepared for him, a sinful dragon with a sinful body on his head.
