truly it is the age of Decay even if the
Buddha stood before you you would still
refuse to believe as a blinding white
light flashed they successfully arrived
at the next realm the realm of emotions
the crowd encountered many familiar
faces which perhaps represented their
friendships or their loves or even their
familial bonds some lingered only to
turn to dust in an instant oo however
wielded his blade and slaughtered his
family and friends extinguishing all
those he once loved and he was not alone
countless others followed suit they
crawled forth like demons emerging from
Hell their minds consumed by a singular
thought Advance nothing could halt their
Relentless March every sentiment was a
curse those who paused for love remained
behind akin to clinging to the memories
of those long departed trapped in an era
that had passed they shattered the realm
of emotions and traversed into the realm
of Dreams just like the realm of
emotions the multitude was instantly ens
snared in the visions of their cherished
Futures Victory a beautiful new world
the Utopia within their hearts some
became so deeply immersed they could not
awaken succumbing to Eternal Slumber oo
obliterated the Dreamscape tearing
through the fabric of Dreams amidst the
chaos of battle and successfully Rose to
his feet soon more and more emerged that
Splendid world was meant for future
generations for our descendants to enjoy
but not for us we are the Pioneers our
mission is to perish on the path of
forging a new era this is our honor and
we shall spare no effort the dream realm
shattered giving way to the realm of the
heart the hearts of the multitude were
tested each individual confronted with
their own reflection as if embodying the
essence of their hearts they questioned
is all this worth it even if we win what
do we truly gain perhaps each person
received a different answer some became
ens snared and confusion during this
introspection choosing to abandon their
Advance yet there was also a collective
voice among a group that arose if the
lights of countless homes are behind me
then this is my reason to persist if
those lights have dimmed then I shall
reignite them the Demons of Doubt
questioned that world may be beautiful
but you will never have the chance to
savor it what significance does it hold
even if your descendants enjoy it it
will not be you perhaps they will forget
your goodness or even deny your efforts
I in such a world what reason is there
for you to strive I ask you does One
require Justus ification to protect
their own children they passed through
the realm of the heart and entered the
realm of hatred War raged incessantly
the people on the ground falling like
chaff one after another the new
generation inherited the Grievances of
the old perpetuating a cycle of hatred
Through the Ages an endless Legacy why
not let it go A New World should not
bear the burdens of old enmities to
prevent our descendants from inheriting
our hatreds thus we must settle all
scores in this old world kill they
pierced through the realm of hatred and
entered the realm of intoxication a
beautiful new world awaited the aroma of
wine intoxicating as comrades raised
their cups in celebration of Victory
some discarded their wine while others
shattered their goblets an inch of land
an inch of blood comrades have perished
yet we remain what is there to celebrate
in a victory bought with their life
blood the great Brahma gradually opened
his eyes the multitude had traversed a
hundred realms they were like a sword
drawn from its sheath Unstoppable and
unmatched undeterred by any obstacle too
reached such a state of resolve it would
be a Pity not to attain buddhahood as
the crowd moved through the Myriad
Realms their original vast numbers had
dwindled to a thousand the great Brahma
did not bestow the power of the 10th
tier upon anyone individual but