This was a day of darkness for the West, yet a day of light for the Heavenly Court. Darkness and light were relative, contradictory yet united. The decline of one Dao Lineage inevitably heralded the rise of another.
"Recite it ten times, and all heavens shall chant from afar, ten thousand emperors shall offer homage, rivers and seas shall fall silent, mountains shall hide their clouds, the sun and moon shall halt their light, the celestial pivot shall cease to turn, demons shall be bound, ghostly spirits shall lose their essence, corpses shall return to life, and bare bones shall become human..."
As Faith Power collapsed, the once grand and solemn hymns of devout praise abruptly changed, becoming tranquil, harmonious sounds of deliverance, ethereal and elusive.
The old god had departed; a new saint must arise!
"I am the Future Buddha Patriarch, the Saint of the West. Here I shall establish a great faith, which may serve as a branch Dao Lineage of the Heavenly Court..."
Lin Xian spoke calmly, his sacred countenance solemn. Standing upon the Green Lotus, with layers of Buddhist light behind his head and flowers blooming in the auspicious clouds above him, he manifested a Pure Bliss World-the Bodhisattva Realm projected by the Human Emperor Banner.
Within the Bodhisattva Realm, the Merit Pool shone brilliantly, and seven treasures appeared: silken sashes, jeweled necklaces, parasol canopies, flower garlands, banners, a golden bow, and a fish-gut sword. Precious flames and golden radiance rivaled the sun; the wondrous arts of the West were supremely subtle, possessing great compassion, great magical power, and great divine abilities.
Petals fluttered through the sky, and Divine Springs welled forth. Holy maidens bowed their heads, and knights knelt in worship. All had been converted, reciting the names of the emperors and praising the Saint