Blood-red rain.
Falling from the sky.
Covering the countless pavilions and towers of Cyan Wood Province, the homes of its residents, and the roads where vendors shout and pedestrians walk under umbrellas.
And above the thick clouds in the aftermath of the blood rain is the outline of a giant silhouette.
The silhouette sits still, left hand turned upward in a pondering pose; the right hand with two fingers pinched together, the other fingers spread out.
This mudra, Li Xuan had seen before.
It was something his mother had told him about.
This is the Buddha's preaching gesture.
Once the Buddha performs it, it's as if saying, "Come, listen to my teachings."
However, the giant silhouette that resembled a Buddha statue had no head.
Without a head, how could it preach?
Boom!
A thunderclap!
