"Compassion is pity for the weak; understanding is mercy!"
Leaning against the imperial throne, Seven Hates applauded and praised, "Jiang Wang—you truly ought to attain Buddhahood!"
Jiang Wang turned the page without saying a word.
Mercy was not the sole possession of Buddhists. Was this age so lacking in Zen cultivation? His path no longer needed Seven Hates to judge it.
Song Wanxi stood silently in a corner of the great hall, listening to it all.
The gates of the Imperial Devil Palace had never been shut, yet none of the clamor outside could disturb it.
Seven Hates was at ease, and Jiang Wang composed.
This earthshaking, eternal transformation seemed insignificant to these immortal players.
The heart with which she had just risked her life to enter immortality drifted into bewilderment as well...
Today's Devil World was bathed in the light of virtue, wreathed in immortal aura. Flourishing vitality flowed with the waters of the Long River; it was altogether a blessed paradise, a treasure land of fortune and virtue.
But unless the Devil World underwent a fundamental transformation, all this Blessing would be water without a source, eventually swallowed by the parched devil soil.
Zhong Xuanyin had held his writing brush suspended for quite some time. He had stopped writing, yet did not set it down.
Standing beside the Jade Emperor Bell, faintly shrouded in black haze, he watched that vague "haze" gradually become clear, profound, until at last it resembled a drop of thick ink falling into golden-jade nectar.
Even a paradise treasure of such power—ranked among the ten greatest of the age, among the strongest treasures of all time—could not completely ward off the Devil World's encroachment.
After all, every paradise was merely a branch of the Present World, while the Devil World was a towering tree