"If Buddhahood means cultivation, then I have my own path to walk."
"If Buddhahood means compassion, ever pitying the people of this world, then I've killed so many that there is no shore to turn back to!"
As Yin Guan fell, he looked up at the sky—but there was nothing in it.
He was facing an opponent he would probably never be able to defeat. He did not even know why he had become entangled with such terror—even when he had recklessly defied the Jing Kingdom, the Jing Kingdom could not possibly have sent a Transcendent to deal with him!
He only understood... there was no why.
Weakness was the original sin. Being unable to grasp one's own fate was reason enough.
He had understood this truth long ago. The rest of his life had merely verified it time and again.
Everyone in Hell's Gate had fallen deep into the game, yet they could not even catch a glimpse of the one laying out the board.
Within that so-called "Eternal Pure Land," the world-creating [Reincarnation] that Buddha sought to forge was merely one great undertaking among many.
And Yama Palace, supposedly charged with judging good and evil and dispensing rewards and punishments, was likewise only one component of that reincarnation.
As for Yin Guan, within this Yama Palace, he merely held an identity designated by Buddha—the true King Qinguang, matching the myths and legends.
When that lofty Buddha's palm swept across Mountains and Rivers, compassionately soothing all living beings, it did not care in the least what those living beings thought or desired!
Those beings possessed only grand ideals and boundless power.
People like them were merely dust rising and scattering amid earth-shattering change, too insignificant to mention.
That Buddha who claimed to pity the world had not even truly