The wind stirred the leaves in an endless rustle; white hair drifted lightly, dancing on the breeze.
In those early years, he had journeyed south without bidding farewell; now, gazing across a lifetime, he entered Sumeru.
Whether because of the wind or the sight of an old friend, Su Mo's eyes narrowed with his smile. His white hair danced, stirring a wind of joy throughout Sumeru.
Hui Kong sat cross-legged beneath the Bodhi Tree. Above his head, the Ancient Bodhi Tree swayed in the wind, its leaves giving off faint rustles.
It seemed very moving...
With the rule of Myriad Laws Are Empty gone from the Sumeru Realm, the Brush of All Living Beings had regained all its spiritual power. Yet it was unusually quiet, simply watching the old monk beneath the Bodhi Tree before it.
It had never seen a monk like this, who seemed somewhat ethereal and transcendent.
Yet such a monk actually carried the air of the mortal world, as though he had never stepped out of it.
He dwelled in the mortal world, yet also bore boundless Buddhist essence.
It seemed that Revered Master Withered Leaf outside was merely a mortal who had yet to cross the threshold compared to this old monk.
Likewise, it still saw no cultivation in Hui Kong.
"Hui Kong, I won." Su Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes glistening as he spoke with a triumphant smile.
"Back then, you said, 'Bodhi originally has no tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand.' But I said, 'The body is like a Bodhi Tree, the heart like a bright mirror stand.'"
"Now it's been proven that I was right after all."
With a wave of his hand, Su Mo summoned a tea set and table from his Spirit Sea and placed