Not long after, Tathagata, seated at the Great Thunderclap Monastery atop Mount Ling in Xiniu Hezhou, also opened his eyes, looked up, and seemed to gaze through spatial barriers, seeing the greatest crisis on the path to Transcendence. He brought his hands together and said, "Amitabha, well done, Well done!"
At the same time, Lu Yu had already arrived at Mount Xieyang. The mountain was lush with vegetation, winding streams, and it was springtime with flowers blooming all around and the sounds of deer calling in the woods, truly a wonderful mountain.
There were well-laid stone steps on the mountain, extending as far as the eye could see. The steps, which had been there for years, had gaps filled with tenacious little green grass, poking their heads out, declaring their existence to the world, showcasing the resilience of life at this moment.
