The constant screams and whispers hit, the constant madness and pain added to his body, he tried his best to control himself, and survived the most difficult and most dangerous stage in a state of almost half confusion. The gray mist is boundless, the crimson “stars” are far or near, the towering temple stands like a dead giant, everything in front of Klein has not changed compared with the past, the silence and ancient accumulated for thousands of years Bashing. No, there was still a change in Klein silently, his eyes fixed on a crimson “star” located nearby. That is the star that symbolizes “justice”. The crimson of this “star” shrinks and swells one after another, not much, but persevering. Klein carefully unfolded his spirituality, spreading towards the crimson.