The karmic fire true spirit tribulation was fiercer than the Karmic Fire Red Lotus-more for the same price. It raged through the starry sky, blooming into one brilliant red lotus after another, burning primordial spirits and purifying true spirits.
The faith power that had once nourished him now all became firewood, feeding the karmic fire until it nearly stained the entire sea of lightning red.
The power of thought was karmic burden itself. Amid the mortal dust, all beings bore sin!
Like yin-yang, they were two sides of one whole. Whoever wished to bear the divine crown of faith must endure karmic fire. He who bore a nation's filth was lord of its altars; he who bore a nation's ill fortune was lord of all beneath heaven.
Lin Xian's body exploded. Even his primordial spirit was shattered, his soul scattered into three parts, each facing a different trial.
His past self of Dao listened to the world's curses. Human desire was like a boulder rolling down a mountain: once it began, it could never stop.
The Buddha returned the power of thought to all beings, nourishing their lifespans so that they could live a hundred years without illness. Yet after living a hundred years, they yearned to become immortals, to live a thousand years, ten thousand years.
Believers knelt in the great hall, lit three sticks of incense, and made their wishes. When those wishes went unfulfilled, resentment arose, and past kindness turned into hatred.
"I knelt before the Buddha for three thousand years, yet never saw compassion stir in his heart!"
"You false Buddha! You hypocrite!"
"Fake compassion! Empty pretense-"
The curses of all beings rang out. They pointed at the Buddha and vented their discontent. He clearly possessed powers vast enough to reach the heavens, yet refused to