"Let's go!"
Gu Sheng let out a long sigh as the White Kirin passed over one towering mountain after another. Specks of light appeared ahead, divine radiance spreading through the air.
Divine flowers danced through the air, transforming into a rain of light that glittered brilliantly. There, a Bodhi Ancient Tree grew, its branches twisting like horned dragons and stretching in every direction. Its leaves were lush and green, rippling with the fluctuations of the Great Dao.
Beneath the ancient tree, a man in his thirties sat cross-legged. Not a speck of dust stained him. His body was imprinted in the void, merging with the Great Dao, as though he had been born sitting across the three dimensions of the past, present, and future.
Falling petals drifted everywhere, each crystalline flower making a soft rustling sound. Yet they only made the world seem even more tranquil.
A Bodhi Ancient Tree had taken root there, and an otherworldly man sat beneath it, merging with all things and existing alongside the Great Dao. His eyes were closed, and the glimmering flowers landed on his body. He seemed not to have moved for thousands upon thousands of lifetimes, serene, auspicious, and transcendent.
"Clang~~~"
From the distant mountains came the long, leisurely toll of a Buddhist bell. It traveled dozens or even hundreds of miles, deafening and enlightening, as though baptizing the soul and pouring wisdom into one's mind, making everything within one's being clear and pure.
The bell of the ancient temple in the deep mountains, the Buddha beneath the Bodhi tree—everything seemed like a dream. Not a speck of dust existed here. Shakyamuni remained motionless, uttering no teachings, yet his Dharma spread throughout the boundless worlds.
"You came too late. Spirit Mountain has already closed. Unless the seas dry up, it will