After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The wind was blowing wildly as Bodhi knelt on the ground and looked up. The corners of his narrow and long eyes were crimson and tears accumulated in his eyes, reflecting the magnificent scene in the sky.

The stream of light gathered at one person's fingertips.

The black hole was filled by the golden barrier, and the girl above opened her arms and swung them inward at the same time, like putting two separate pieces of a puzzle together.

"boom--"

The haze in the sky was dispersed by a force too powerful to be disobeyed, revealing the original azure blue.

The blue color danced at her fingertips, and she guided it, spreading inward inch by inch from the surrounding area.

Just like the coloring on a canvas, from the outside to the inside, the golden barrier is also coated with bright blue.

The hole is gone.

Looking up, there is only clear blue water that looks like it has been washed by water.

In an instant, everything was calm.

Everything that was clamoring, roaring, and surging suddenly stopped as if the pause button was pressed.

The unbalanced order is restored.

The broken clock started to move again.

The earth no longer trembles, and the sky is clear and blue.

The sun, which had cleared the clouds, sets as usual, half-covering the mountain top and casting warm orange-red light.

Pu Ran no longer had any strength in his body. The moment he closed his eyes, his body lost balance and fell suddenly like a branch of flowers thrown from the sky by gods to the human world.

The blood-soaked skirt blossomed into gorgeous white flowers, and the pale cheeks lost all warmth.

She fell, beautiful as fireworks.

All living beings in the world knelt on the ground, watching the receding waves, the solidifying magma, the extinguished fire, and the melting ice and snow, crying and laughing.

Looking up at the sky, there was only the setting sun and the gradually spreading evening glow. It was clearly just an ordinary evening, but everyone felt like they had found a treasure and cherished it extremely.

There are no holes anymore.

The child sitting in the mud stopped crying, and the white doves flapped their wings and danced.

Even though the world is devastated, the peaceful and beautiful evening still arrives as scheduled.

The sun will rise as usual tomorrow, and this is the happiest thing in the world.

The crowd hugged each other and cried, and the joy of surviving the disaster made the whole mountain and river plunge into a heat wave of cheers.

The falling Pu Ran was like a falling comet, but was caught steadily by Bodhi who tried his best to fly up.

He was like a piece of wood, neither crying nor laughing, his eyes widened woodenly, his long trembling eyelashes hung with tears of anxiety and panic.

He put his head close to the girl's chest and listened carefully.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

A very faint, almost imperceptible heartbeat reached his ears through the cheers all around him.

It is far better than the sound of flying flowers and breaking jade in the world.

Only then did he seem to come to his senses.

He fell to the ground holding Pu Ran, tears pouring down his face, and then he realized what was happening and started to cry loudly.

The pent-up emotions burst out in an instant: anxiety, fear, dread, despair; all were vented out as he heard the girl's heartbeat.

She is still alive.

Nothing moved Bodhi more than this realization.

In the joy of surviving the disaster, he seemed to be the only one in the world who was crying desperately.

In fact, Bodhi was also in a terrible state, with serious injuries. Under the drastic changes and huge impact of his injuries and emotions, he soon couldn't bear it and fell asleep.

Before he fainted, his arms were still tightly holding the girl in his arms, unwilling to let go.

The war is over.

People counted the casualties, cleaned up the mess, and rebuilt their homes.

Those who had been transferred away previously also returned to the palace one after another.

Post-war recuperation is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The only thing is that the furious men have been sleeping for a month and have not woken up yet.

His Majesty in his bedroom was also sleeping with his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up.

The first one to open his eyes was Bodhi. His sluggish brain froze for a moment, and then he ran madly towards Puran's residence.

The servants outside saluted one after another. Wen He looked haggard, and his tone was heavy like a dark cloud that could not be dispelled. He whispered: "Your Majesty is in a very bad condition."

He pushed the door open quietly and let You Bodhi in.

He had already heard the cause of the disaster from the Supervisor and the Arbitrator, although the two later fell unconscious and didn't know how the day was made up. Seeing Bodhi's expression now confirmed his guess.

I'm afraid it was added by Your Majesty.

Wen He's eyes were filled with tears, and he could only try his best to hold back his composure. He turned his head away and tried to steady his voice, saying, "Wait until the miracle doctor wakes up and takes a look at her. Maybe there is a way."

The miracle doctor mentioned was naturally Jealousy who was still in a coma.

In this battle, the mortal brothers suffered heavy losses.

Bodhi couldn't hear what he was saying. He just ran to Puran's bed eagerly and put his ear to her heart. Only after he confirmed that her heart was still beating did he turn into a puddle of water with relief and leaned weakly on the edge of the bed.

His heart was still beating and he had no time to think about anything else.

He was still alive, enough for him to kneel before the Buddha statue and kowtow in gratitude.