A thousand flowers, ten thousand stamens; the Buddha Mother was merciful.
Dharma Mahā shattered completely.
The Buddha Mother returned to the world.
Her eyes brimmed with "compassion."
The Buddha Mother was delivering everyone.
In this broken world filled with war, suffering, ambition, and worldly Gods.
She was saving it all.
Her chosen method was to "make the flesh a boat and cross the Sea of suffering."
She would gather everyone into herself and leave with them for the Land of Ultimate Bliss, where there was neither pain nor sorrow.
Only, the process by which she liberated them was rather hard to accept.
Mouthparts hanging down from the clouds devoured life.
The lotus atop her head remained high in the sky, shrouded in black clouds that made it impossible to see what was happening above.
But judging by the mouthparts that kept emerging.
It was growing larger and larger.
Even those enormous, plump fruits began to shrivel.
They converged toward the lotus above.
Wangxiang Zai clutched the "clay basin" in his hands, watching the shocking transformation before him, his heart pounding like a drum.
His mind was a little dazed.
He still remembered what his big brother had said: "Be a dutiful son, smash the basin, and lead the way."
The problem was that Lin Feng had forgotten something.
Wangxiang Zai was only a child born in the South Seas.
Smashing the basin and wailing in filial mourning.
Wangxiang Zai only knew how to smash the basin.
Filial mourning? Cry for what? Mourn whom?
What was he supposed to shout while crying? His face was full of confusion.
Once he grew nervous, the child forgot even more.
If the lingering spirits beside him had not been holding him up.
The child would probably have fainted already.
The Buddha Mother emerged into