Billions of years had passed, yet the Purple Heaven Palace seemed unchanged. No dust had gathered, nor were there any traces of decay. Two rows of long candles had burned eternally, forever illuminating the gloom. The only difference was that the silence had deepened, as if no living being had set foot here for hundreds of millions of years.
"I really can't find a single trace of the Daoist Master." Meng Qi looked around, his expression calm and his eyes full of feeling. "We can probably only find clues through the Heavenly Dao Monster. No wonder the Other Shore Beings all concluded that the era must end, and that every product of cutting away and seeking emptiness must be utterly obliterated before the Daoist Master and Buddha can fully transcend. Even the fact that this era belongs to the final tribulation, with no future, is the result of the two Dao Fruits' hidden influence."
The surroundings were dim, making Gu Xiaosang seem all the more ethereal and serene. Her dimples appeared as she said, "Heaven left a thread of life, so the Daoist Master arranged the Great Dao Tree, planting hope for the era after this one is utterly destroyed. I wonder what Buddha left behind?"
Meng Qi smiled, teasing her. "The Dao Fruit Realm is unknowable and beyond discussion. Every statement is wrong, every guess is wrong. Your judgment just now might well be wrong, too. As for Buddha, I once obtained a Green Lamp left behind by him through Ananda's arrangements. Though it wasn't of a high grade, Buddha said that if the Buddhist sect ever declined in the future and demons ran rampant, this lamp would illuminate the Age of the End of Dharma and guide people to the true treasury. Now the two sages of the