The golden bodies of Buddha disappeared one after another like a dream, depicting the word impermanence. Nothing in the world is forever, this includes love, people, deities, and Buddhas.
One cannot achieve transcendence without understanding Dao.
Various colors of glaze flew as pale and dark colors of gold fell. What Meng Qi saw before him became empty and distinct. The place of the seal was like a huge lotus platform made of stone with the bodies of thousands of Buddhas placed around its core.
With his golden body shining and his right palm looking as though it contained layers of pure land, Meng Qi advanced with caution and arrived at the core of the seal.
"If I achieve Bodhi…"
"Supreme Buddha..."
A low voice with a strange charm reverberated, like it had been mourning the traces of the remains everyday for thousands of years.
