At the same time.
Within Yan Fu Continent.
Upon the three thousand Lotus Platforms.
When Little Supreme Buddha solemnly uttered the words "Sky Restoration."
Everyone seemed to be listening to a mythical tale.
"Sky Restoration...?"
"How to restore?"
"What kind of..."
Whispers began spreading again.
If they were playing cards, Little Supreme Buddha's words would be like him throwing out a king bomb earlier. Normally, what follows would be four twos, but unexpectedly, he has another king bomb.
Little Supreme Buddha smiled, and flipped his palm.
In his fair palm lay a blood-red stone, quietly.
No, calling it a stone felt somewhat wrong.
The "stone" in Little Supreme Buddha's palm seemed to flow slowly like a liquid.
Like a solid, yet like a liquid.
The crimson stone, under the reflections of various dazzling lights, refracts into a bloody colorful glow, casting a crimson glow on Little Supreme Buddha's holy face.
