Mountains and rivers are not important, but meeting someone you know is important.
Working together to help each other, we are the same from ancient times.
——Wedge——
There were strong winds and thick clouds, and the sky was dark.
Countless fallen bodies bear witness to a misery and death.
Although a figure is not majestic, it stands tall and straight amidst the shaking of the sky and the earth. Its silver clothes are dancing in the wind, and the flowers are flying like rain under the Ruosala tree, beautiful and tragic.
As the silver-haired Buddha turned his hand, the mighty Buddha energy penetrated the sky and was as angry as the scorching sun. The golden lotus formation under his feet shot up to the sky and scattered rain, making a last-ditch effort.
"... My heart belongs to Buddha, Shura of the Wrathful Sea!"
"No way——!"
The world was destroyed and everything was in ruins.
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