"All conditioned phenomena are like an illusory bubble, like dew, like lightning. Thus should they be contemplated."
The rocky mountains crumbled, the heavens collapsed, and the earth split apart.
The mountain beneath his feet was like ashes in a fire, breaking apart piece by piece. The dust had barely risen before torrential rain beat it back down. Boulders crashed into the abyssal sea, raising towering waves.
With a single somersault, one could travel a hundred and eight thousand li, yet still fail to escape the Buddha's Five Fingers Mountain...
Leading the Youchong Tribe, he crossed mountains and ridges, traversed the land, carved through mountains and dug rivers, built dikes and excavated lakes, guided a hundred rivers into the sea, and quelled the flood calamities of the Nine Provinces.
More than ten years passed like a single day.
The road measured by his feet had gone far beyond a hundred and eight thousand li. Yet in the end, it was all a dream. He had neither broken through the trial nor grasped Mahavairocana...
The bubble burst with a pop.
He was beaten back to his original form.
Emptiness surged from his four limbs and hundred skeletons, squeezing strand by strand into the tips of his nails and the ends of his hair.
Lightning tore through the black night. Falling rocks layered wave after wave of air, squeezing the moisture from the atmosphere. White mist streamed away, trailing like meteor flames, clearly reflected in his pupils.
Splash!
A vast number of bubbles surged forth.
As huge stones smashed into the sea bottom, silt swelled up and muddied his vision.
Liang Qu lay exhausted, submerged in the mud and sand. He had no strength left to move.
Sleep.
He closed his eyes.
Beyond the water's surface, lightning raged like mad dragons and monstrous