After passing through the golden gate, Meng Qi's view suddenly opened up. It was as though he had stepped from a cramped room into the wilderness. The sky was clear, bodhi trees stood in rows, and clear springs flowed. The sal trees never withered, and all around him lay an indescribable serenity and peace. His body and mind seemed to have been elevated.
Yet there were no living beings here. Silence permeated the place, eternal and unchanging, like the final destination after death.
In the Nine Abysses, the evil demons and ghosts willing to lay down their butcher's knives and embrace good, along with the Evil Gods and vengeful spirits, were so few as to be negligible. And should any appear, the moment they set foot in this pure land, Tathagata Buddha would sense them and guide them to Spirit Mountain. It was only after he entered nirvana and attained the Dao, Ananda betrayed the Buddha, and the saha world collapsed that this lineage became too preoccupied with its own troubles to care for this place, and it was abandoned.
Meng Qi stood beside Ancestor Asura, gazing into the distance across the pure land. Mount Sumeru towered high, majestic and weighty. He smiled faintly and spoke as if in passing. "It's only natural that the Yellow Springs Reincarnation Body was discovered, but I don't understand how the one who found him knew he was going to the Origin of Life and Death. Would the Yellow Springs Reincarnation Body go around telling everyone such a secret? If someone captured him and learned it by interrogating him with divine arts and secret techniques, how did he manage to escape?"
Ancestor Asura's eyes grew more clouded. He narrowed them slightly. "Since you've seen through this, fellow Daoist, why did you still come in?"