Come! Come! Come! Come! Come!
The Great Venerable's reverberations echoed in the storm and whirlpool, circulating in the gaps between the universe and space, turning everything into black and white, like a Chinese ink painting. The storm ceased at that moment; the raging waves were frozen in time.
Wind and water transformed into simple lines as if they existed within a painting, resembling a long river in time.
Within those simple lines, several black and white figures had also stopped.
Thunder God, Mother of Lightning, Yun Fei, and even King Shu, who was still in his corpse, were all frozen in this moment, like figures in a painting.
The sole exception, perhaps, was the Four-faced God.
The Four-faced God, now reduced to the height of an ordinary human, strained to lift his head, his eyes nearly transparent, filled with countless rays of light, stared fixedly at the approaching Dragon Claw, wanting to resist but unable to do so.
