Led by the Netherworld Eight Envoys, Yu ventured into the depths of the Pure Land.
Along the way, thoughts of Youtan Poluo's mystery and power inevitably left Yu uneasy.
As he pondered, a small hand clasped his larger one. Yu looked down at Tongtong, whose uncanny purple eyes were wide open, fixed on him without blinking.
This child... she always knows how to comfort me when it matters.
Yu immediately felt reassured. Tongtong is so adorable. How vicious could that woman possibly be...? I really do wonder who this child's father is, to have a woman of Youtan Poluo's stature willingly give herself to him.
The Eight Envoys stopped in an open clearing.
Yu surveyed his surroundings. Aside from its emptiness, he could see nothing unusual about the place, so he asked, "Are we here?"
Datsueba smiled. "The Pure Land is boundless, and Youtan Poluo is everywhere."
Yu said, taking that at face value, "If she's everywhere, why choose this particular spot?"
There was not even a Ksitigarbha statue, much less a shrine. Did Youtan Poluo care nothing for ceremony?
Ceremony, in other words, was a matter of grandeur. Yu was still a man of the mortal world, and he could not escape the worldly notion that a Great Lord God should have the grandeur of a Great Lord God, the Progenitor Gods should have theirs, and Youtan Poluo should have hers as well.
Datsueba said, "This place is vast and open. When the Dharma Body rises, it won't startle the souls resting here."
Just as Yu was considering what "Dharma Body" meant, green light blazed ahead, and a towering colossus rose from the ground!
It was none other than the King of Hell Statue Yu had seen countless times. He had first seen its head through Naraka Path Pain,