As Meng stepped through the barrier a blinding light flashed in front of him. Then, he opened his eyes, finding himself standing amidst the garden of blooming flowers, and the cool breeze was flowing around him. He was stunned for a moment, and then he heard a voice, 'Come.'
And as he heard the voice, the flowers around him separated, forming a pathway.
He peered into the distance but couldn't see anything other than a narrow pathway for miles through the flowers—red, yellow, blue, violet, gorgeous. It was quite an amazing sight to behold, but Meng wasn't in the mood to admire their beauty.
'Come,' said the voice. Meng took a deep breath and started to walk. However, soon he realised that the road to his destination wouldn't be anything easy. Two hours passed, but it looked as if he hadn't even taken a single step until now. His surrounding was the same, flowers were the same, except for the wind—it had started to become hotter.
