Green mountains stirred the wind to welcome the night; white robes embroidered the riverside scenery.
A passing traveler in this boundless realm, yet knowing how hard it was to return to bygone years.
White-Clad One sat motionless on the hillside beside the Long River, all alone.
Six stone steles stood beside him, bearing the names of old friends from his Third Heaven...
Countless more stone steles stood behind White-Clad One.
At a glance, White-Clad One looked as though he sat alone in a world that had long since perished.
Every stone stele seemed a grave...
This was the world's Battlefield, the Third Heaven, and the place where gods fell!
Across the boundless Battlefield, only one person remained!
The wind blew from the Other Shore, lifting White-Clad One's pale robes. His head of white hair seemed like the solitude by this river that could never be unraveled.
The gray, hazy world seemed to have nothing left.
The wind blew over the river, raising no waves and making no sound.
The laughter and merriment of days past had all turned to dust. Amid the desolation, not even an insect chirped.
The gods of this mortal world seemed destined for solitude.
White-Clad One rose and walked to the riverbank.
He gazed over the tranquil Long River, as though waiting for someone to return...
He waited like that for a long time...
A very long time...
The wind rose on the Other Shore and dispersed across the Long River.
More floating lamps went out...
White-Clad One had long since learned the Lamp Extinction Viewing Technique, but had never been allowed to enter the river.
"Now, no one can stop me from lighting the lamps anymore..." White-Clad One murmured, his face filled with desolation.
He entered the small hut and found an ownerless candle lamp