Under the projection of the Ivory Tower, the hoarse chants of the Bhagavad Gita echoed across the heavens and earth.
Yet above the Tanbo Inner Circle, the framework of Truth Prosperity remained unshaken.
The clash, so pointed and direct, is no longer the power of two individuals, but the confrontation of laws between the Ivory Tower, Nowhere, the Border, and Hell.
"Look, in the witness of the entire realm, the hope for the future rises brightly, so beautiful."
Woodman overlooked the radiance falling to the ground, unable to hide his sarcasm, "Your expectations of him are overly grand, hoping he can single-handedly solve the final endgame, become the star of tomorrow—isn't it a bit too fanciful?"
"This stage belongs to the young, Woodman."
The old man, in the guise of Krishna, responded coolly, "This miracle created by them should be enjoyed by them."
"They will also swallow the final bitter fruit, witnessed by all the people of the world."
