Pure Land, Great Hero Hall.
As far as the eye could see, auspicious mist filled the sky, rainbow light stood guard around it. Its peak brushed the heavens, its roots connected to Mount Sumeru's veins; golden tiles and floral bricks paved with agate, precious towers and jeweled seats surged with spiritual light.
This was the highest point of the Pure Land.
Every year, every month, every day, countless monks and Buddhist devotees came from all across Jiangxi to worship here. It was said that one had escaped the mundane world, that all ties of Red Dust came to an end upon arriving here.
Yet this Immortal family's blessed realm was now filled with mortal clamor. The usually lofty Arhats wore looks of terror, gnashed their teeth, or floundered in panic. Great Hero Hall had become a pot of boiling porridge, voices rising and falling, displaying all the countless faces of Red Dust.
"They're attacking! They really are attacking!"
"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!"
"Jiangbei, Jiangnan, Jiangdong, and Overseas have all come! Several ancient temples have already lost contact. They really mean to begin a massacre across Jiangxi!"
Then the Arhats sensed something. They walked out of the hall and looked into the distance, where a streak of light was rising from the earth.
The radiance shot straight into the clouds, setting the heavens alight. It was like a candle being lit against the sky curtain; its flame erupted, steaming the boundless Cloud Sea into fiery clouds. They churned like colossal waves sweeping through the heavens, carrying rolling celestial light and a cold, mighty voice as they crashed toward Great Hero Hall.
"Boom!"
Before the Pure Land's Arhats, the fiery-cloud sea crashed down upon Great Hero Hall, towering like a mountain, instantly igniting Buddha Light and violet flames.
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