The bronze figure at the edge of the sky melted in the furnace of the setting sun.
On one side, Hundred-Calamity God Refinement; on the other, flowing radiance scattering gold.
Thus they closed in upon each other, resolute.
The Puppet Body possessed nature; the gate of emptiness had no affinity.
Before she descended, moonlight already hung suspended, shining in place of the sunset.
Yuzhen and Fu Dongxu had clearly been standing in the dusk, wary of and probing each other. In the blink of an eye, they were beneath the moon. Heaven and earth held no other hue; wherever they looked was Frost Light.
Cool, clear moonlight flowed with compassion.
Amid shadowy shapes, countless moon-glazed Puppet Body garans swayed as they rose to their feet.
A mysterious Sanskrit Chant echoed through the air, crisp and lofty.
"...Yemi Ruozha Wuduzha, Julodi Zha Jimazha, Shapohe!"
Guarding Zen intent, ten thousand upon ten thousand congregants.
Moon Immaculate Puppet Pure Land!
The divine puppet spirit domain of old had grown into a true Pure Land world.
Fu Dongxu made no move. He merely turned within this Puppet World. "How should I address Your Excellency?"
He looked at Yue Tiannu, whose Buddha-light had withdrawn all over her body, leaving her like a figure cast in bronze. "Master Cixin, or Chief Yue?"
Moon-Washing Nunnery had hidden itself from the world for years, never concerning itself with worldly affairs or treading the ties of dust. Yet Mirror World Terrace actually knew her former identity!
Yue Tiannu's expression had already become exceedingly vivid, with none of a puppet's stiffness left. Her bronze brow rose, and she did not conceal the displeasure in her eyes. "What, exactly, can be hidden from your Mirror World Terrace?"
"Who can discern the minutest detail? Who can perceive the slightest thought?" Fu Dongxu