Of Sumeru's Five Purification Platforms, he had passed two Purification Terraces.
What did this Purification Terrace reflect, if not life itself?
To ascend Sumeru, first pass the five purifications...
Yet who in this world could overcome their own five poisons?
Purification Terrace, Purification Terrace—what it purified were one's own poisons.
Swaying, reeling, dazed and hazy... Su Mo followed the winding ancient mountain path for another month.
It should have been a month. He could no longer remember clearly.
He only felt that this road was very long, and walking it was exhausting.
Hui Kong's Golden Body on his back seemed to grow heavier and heavier. He did not know whether Hui Kong really had grown heavier, or whether he was tired.
The wind lifted Hui Kong's Buddhist robes, making their hems rustle again and again.
It seemed to be asking Su Mo to stop...
But Su Mo merely found it a little noisy.
"Hui Kong, shut up."
Panting, Su Mo gazed toward the distant mountain summit. He seemed able to see the ethereal scenery atop it already.
It was beautiful there, and an old acquaintance seemed to be waiting for him.
A close friend with whom he could share what weighed on his heart...
Su Mo slowly smiled, yet his steps seemed to grow ever heavier.
"Is Old Monk speaking?" the Brush of All Living Beings asked.
Su Mo nodded weakly. "He keeps telling me, 'Bodhi has no tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand...'"
"The Bodhi Tree is right at the summit. How could there be no tree?"
The Brush of All Living Beings spoke with difficulty. "Why can't I hear him?"
Su Mo thought for a moment. "Oh, that's something he once told me."
"Perhaps I'm hearing things."
"You're tired. Why not rest a little?" the Brush