Unexpectedly, William continued to say the following, “Kill me… Just kill me…”
“What?” Alex was shocked, freezing up.
‘How could I possibly kill my own father?’ With this, tears trickled down his cheeks.
William continued to speak to him telepathically, seemingly impatient. “Quick, kill me now, shatter my soul. Else you’d be a grave danger…”
After saying that, his expression became twisted. He seemed to be in immense pain. His soul power was shaking as well. Some traces of a new soul power had been generated, suppressing William’s soul…
“D*mn it. Who are you? Who the heck are you?!”
“Why are you doing this? Come out here and face me!”
Alex yelled, nearly breaking down. As a son, he couldn’t possibly stay calm in this situation.
Despite that, the powerful being’s divided soul didn’t respond to Alex in the slightest, as if it couldn’t hear him. In just a few moments, William fell silent once again, laying on the bottom of the vase, not moving an inch.
“Dad…” Alex muttered under his breath, trembling with sorrow.
Suddenly, the lotus flower came to a halt, floating in mid-air. A spinning black hole formed above his head, but it was stuck for some reason.
“Huh?”
“What’s happening?”
Alex placed the vase back in a safe place, but something went wrong. The black hole above his head was trembling, becoming unstable by the minute. There was a black fog-like object dissipating as well. It seemed that the entire black hole was going to crumble.
Alex’s heart dropped. ‘What’s with this?’
‘Is the passage falling apart?’
‘Does that mean I won’t be able to reach the temple?’
Suddenly, the lotus flower released a golden shimmer as several Buddhist symbols caught on flames. Even the petals caught fire.
“What the f*ck!” Alex yelled as he vomited a mouthful of blood.
‘Welcoming monk my a*s! That’s a murderer right there! How could he do this to me?!’
After that, he realized that his surroundings had changed. No longer were there the rays of light, and all he saw were ruins. Buildings had collapsed, and a holy tower had been broken in half.
There was even a Bodhi statue with bloody tears dripping down its eyes, with several stacks of skeletons around it.
“Where is this place?”
Alex was utterly shocked.
‘Why am I looking at such a desolate and sorrowful place?’
‘Is this really Dairaionji Temple?’
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