The round light expanded, clear and flawless. Inside, the green trees were pure and clear. The branches and leaves were connected to the dao fruit. They went up and down, as if they were pregnant with another era. They invaded the sky and covered the bright moon that was rising toward their home in the void.
That unflinching attitude and that carefree aura were deeply reflected in the eyes of every great divine arts practitioner, as well as in the hearts of the others on the other side.
In the Bodhi Pure Land, the quasi-lift Daoist who had not made a move all this while sat in the lotus position and sighed softly:
“Another person on the other side who is unwilling to compromise because of the dream bubble...”
