The chisel pierced through the heart, and the carving knife scraped the white bones over and over. Gao Ming looked at the large hole in his stomach; every vein seemed to connect to a scarlet building.
"I've become Blood City? This is the perspective of Blood City!"
Gao Ming adorned himself as the God statue of the Blood City. He should be inside the statue's belly, but his vision soared infinitely. He saw the rosy clouds ten thousand feet above, the monks kneeling across seven layers, and the crushed corpses, and then himself—his broken body lay inside the statue's belly, nestled in everyone's desires.
Chanting, praying, seeking gods, worshiping Buddha—the myriad voices transformed into iridescent bubbles that could not fill the void in human hearts.
The desires gathered more and more, and just as everything was about to be devoured by them, the ever-expanding desires suddenly exploded, forming a terrifying power.
