The four Saints' gazes met. Primordial Lord of Heaven raised a hand and pointed, saying in a ringing voice, "Sect Master Tongtian, please send forth your formation first."
The corner of Sect Master Tongtian's mouth lifted in a cold smile. His right palm abruptly opened, index and middle fingers joined in a sword seal as he pointed down at the Bagua Platform from afar—
Rumble!
Mists suddenly surged up, rainbow hues streamed forth, and clouds rolled like boiling waves. Amid them, ten thousand golden lotuses bloomed in succession, while a thousand golden lamps lit up within their buds. A fine rain fell soundlessly, clear and pure, moistening measureless worlds and boundless great chiliocosms.
An unusual fragrance assaulted the nose, seeping into the lungs and viscera. Wisps of smoke curled upward, like silk threads, gathering and scattering like dragons as they swiftly filled the void. When the haze gradually dispersed, an enormous formation hung conspicuously in the air—at its core stretched a vast sea of lotuses, leaves and stems unfurling, pristine lotuses standing tall and graceful one after another. Their seedpods gleamed with moisture as clear radiance flowed over them; one mouthful of its scent brought clarity to the mind and transparency to the Dao-heart.
The four Saints lowered their eyes to look down and saw a man seated atop a lotus dais within the formation. He wore a star crown and robes of sunset clouds, straw sandals upon his feet and a plain sash at his waist. His black hair drifted lightly in the wind. Lotus phantoms continually manifested around him, blooming and closing in myriad wondrous forms, their purity piercing straight into the soul.
A glint flashed through the eyes of the Two Sages of the West, and they praised in unison, "This child has karma with our West!