In the small temple, there was a tranquil silence, but above it, vibrant clouds rolled and purple light spread, a sight that, if seen in ancient times, would surely lead local officials to report to the imperial court declaring an auspicious omen has descended.
The fat guy had just finished bathing and was wearing a black sports suit, holding a peach wood sword in his hand. It seemed somewhat out of place, but he always felt good about himself and was fearless.
The wooden sword was not pointed in any other direction, but toward his own chest,
"Pfft!"
A sword pierced in,
The fat guy knelt on the ground, blood gushing from the wound, beautifully complementing the colorful clouds above.
The blood formed a circle with the fat guy at its center, and special energy ripples began to ripple around—not a formation, but a sacrifice.
And the fat guy took himself as the offering.
