The two Western Venerables sat silently atop a sea of clouds, with two sariras suspended above their crowns: one blazing with golden flames, brilliant as the sun; the other pure white and gentle, like condensed milk. Before Zhunti's knees, a white cloud quietly gathered and unfurled into a lotus, ethereal and shifting, flickering in and out of existence; Jieyin remained perfectly still, sitting cross-legged as the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus beneath him suddenly bloomed, its golden radiance spilling forth and illuminating the eight directions.
He pressed his index finger downward. The earth thundered as countless lotus platforms burst from the ground, layer upon layer supporting the drifting masses of living beings. Buddhist chants echoed softly, clear and soothing to the heart. With another point toward the Nine Heavens Weak Water, the turbid waves surged in response, rising like a giant dragon lifting its head from the earth, pouncing like a fierce tiger into an abyss as they rode the wind and thunder upward.
The Weak Water surged skyward, rolling backward in a tidal frenzy before rushing straight into the Heavenly Vault, all of it pouring into the barrier of the Nine Heavens.
Empress Nuwa gently lifted her sleeve. The Mountain River Society and Country Diagram suddenly unfurled, hanging down like an invisible giant mouth that swallowed the Weak Water raging below in a single gulp. Within the diagram, the river churned and twisted, forcibly drawn upward before gurgling into the fissure high in the heavens.
In the realm of Longevity Mountain, Zhenyuanzi watched the human commoners being swept away like weeds by the Weak Water, and his heart jolted. Su Yang's words from the past still rang in his ears. Recalling this great calamity, he instantly saw through the causes, effects, and merits involved. The Earth Book abruptly rose into the