The annoying buzzing sound filled the perception of the Red Robe Guest, like countless mosquitoes and flies circling around the ears, extremely disturbing, waking him up.
The Red Robe Guest observed the surroundings.
There was no sky light or earth energy, only vast swaths of black and white soul patterns slowly surging.
These soul patterns layered upon each other, sometimes morphing into dense soul ropes, wrapping around his wrist bones, ankle bones, and spine. Other times, they dissipated into a damp and cold mist, snaking into his chest into his soul body.
"I must be sealed within a soul banner!" The Red Robe Guest was enraged.
He began to struggle, only to quickly and completely expose his own weakness.
The Red Robe Guest lowered his head to look at his body.
