Before Guang Chengzi, celestial venerate GUANGFA, and the other great divine arts practitioners could finish their words, Meng Qi felt his hand sink. He felt the majestic and righteous aura of the way of the king, as well as the vague and clear wisdom of the weight.
This was the emperor’s handwritten letter and the Pure Land of Wenshu that had been secretly transmitted to him. The matter was confidential, and it was easy to be detected by the back-and-forth movements. It was blocked by unexpected changes, so it was best not to split the negotiation and transaction into two.
The human emperor’s handwritten letter was only a thin layer, but it was so heavy that it was like the gathering of an infinite sea of stars. The Wen Shu pure land spanned across billions of tribulations and covered the universe. It had profound wisdom and was filled with tranquility, but it was so light that it was as if it had no weight, the two happened to form a sharp contrast.