Tibetan language.

Desolation and words hover in the bloody sky!

The father and son had never learned a language with such mysterious power, but they spoke it out naturally now, as if these spells with mysterious power had actually existed deep in their souls.

It is a treasure hidden deep in the soul!

It’s a ‘terma’!

"ah!"

"ah--"

As the father and son shouted loudly, the chaotic objects in the bloody sky suddenly collided fiercely. In their fierce collision, the shrill screams spread throughout the mountain stream!

A pouring rain of blood fell.

Nai Yasunori, Atsuhiro stretched out his hand to hold a drop of bright red rainwater, and swallowed it hungrily.

The walls of the two mountains were washed blood red by the blood rain.

The corpses on the rafts were washed into a magnificent blood jade color by the blood rain——

A blood-red rope, wrapped with yellow and white fat, like an intestine, gradually emerged from the collision of chaotic objects, winding towards the sky and growing downwards!

"The kings of Tianchi climbed up the ladder to heaven and entered the heavenly realm with the rope of heaven.

The sky rope is coming down!"

When Naikang saw the blood-red rope hanging from the sky, he suddenly became excited and shouted wildly.

The rope hung down from the sky, and in the bloody sky, the chaotic objects seemed to be pulled by this rope, gathering on the top of the two mountain walls——

Huge corpses, mutilated internal organs, broken bones, and blood flowed out, making the sky red.

These countless "objects" gathered together to form a giant figure lying in the sky, facing the "earth" where Noyasunori and Atsuhiro stood.
Chapter completed!