Meng Chuan passed through the Pure Land Gate and entered the hidden sanctuary.
Zen Intent permeated the air, and Bodhi spread across the ground. It had every appearance of a Buddha Land.
Unfortunately, it was empty. Not a single living being was there, only eternal silence.
The odds of a native of the Nine Netherworlds overcoming its nature, developing goodwill, devoting itself to the Buddha, and refusing to kill again were about as slim as Meng Qi dropping dead on the spot...
And if such a being did appear, the Buddha would guide it away as soon as it entered this Pure Land and bring it to Spirit Mountain to cultivate.
Why would he leave it here forever?
After all, such a being would be the cream of the crop among the Nine Netherworlds' natives. Once it entered Spirit Mountain and cultivated, its name was destined to spread through the realms.
The Buddha, too, hoped Spirit Mountain would flourish, its Dao Lineage endure forever, bodhisattvas fill the skies, and Buddhas never cease to appear.
For that would mean his Dao lived on.
Of course, Spirit Mountain was in such a wretched state now that it could barely look after itself, much less spare a thought for this place.
"Even those on the Other Shore value their Dao Lineages and establish sects. There's strength in numbers, and everyone charging in shoulder to shoulder really is a truth that holds across the realms," Meng Chuan sighed.
To those on the Other Shore, everything that was not on the Other Shore amounted to Dreamlike Bubbles and Shadows.
But they still lived in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds. Some things could never be cast off entirely.
Establishing a Dao Lineage let them spread their Dao and leave trivial matters to those beneath them. Why