Fuyao swept at the moon, startling clouds into surging; he longed to speak of winter robes and twenty sorrows.
Su Mo summoned the Spirit Sea Gate and walked through it, weak and exhausted.
Within the Spirit Sea, the scenery seemed unchanged across ten thousand years, its haze wrapped in wisps of nothingness.
The flowing water beneath the Stone Bridge lay level as a cold mirror, reflecting the Book of Life and Death above in the void.
The Pavilion, the Rocking Chair... nothing seemed to have changed.
Only the slumbering Divine Maiden sat quietly cross-legged to one side.
Su Mo looked at the Divine Maiden, who slept without waking, his expression calm.
The Divine Maiden seemed to have slept far too long this time. So long that Su Mo could now only find ways to resolve his own problems.
If the Divine Maiden were still here, would Su Mo have encountered such a problem now?
Su Mo did not know. He only knew that the Divine Maiden seemed to have known his condition all along, yet had been unwilling to tell him.
Was it because she feared Su Mo would feel sorrow?
The wind of Cold Azure Cave Heaven blew into the Spirit Sea, covering it with a layer of chill.
Su Mo walked up to the Bodhi Tree and raised his head to gaze at that tree of myriad laws are empty, saying nothing for a long time.
In the end, the one for whom myriad laws were empty was only Hui Kong, not him, Su Mo.
Though he possessed Buddha nature and could comprehend the meaning of Zen, he could not be like Hui Kong.
If Hui Kong himself had encountered this, he would probably only have smiled and let it pass...
In a daze, Su Mo walked up