Later generations recorded:
Twenty-eight years before the Zhengde era.
(After the upheaval, the Eastern Snowfield established a unified dynasty. Its first emperor took Zhengde as his era name.)
A venerable one arrived here riding an ox and bestowed divine power upon the tribes.
He later hurried to North of the Ridge, where gods and devils fought, bringing great changes to heaven and earth.
The Eastern Snowfield underwent a tremendous upheaval, and its ice and snow melted.
At this very moment.
Li Ping'an was sitting at the center of the Talisman Formation, Rune Fragments drifting back and forth above his head.
They shimmered with flowing colors.
Old Ox lay nearby, fast asleep.
Kitten had cooked some of the remaining beast meat with mushrooms.
Kitten served it to Li Ping'an, but he drank only a small bowl.
He did not seem to have much appetite.
Old Ox, too, slept on without waking.
Over these past days, for the formation that stabilized the great prevailing forces of heaven and earth,
Old Ox had put in considerable effort and wanted only to sleep like the dead.
Kitten held a spoon, slurping soup.
Kitten's face was full of worry.
ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh.
Neither of them is eating. What am I going to do?
Just then, footsteps sounded.
Kitten looked up and saw a chubby monk approaching, his round belly sticking out.
A Daoist followed behind him.
Kitten put down the spoon and turned to find Big Ping’an.
Halfway there, Kitten ran back.
Only after picking up her little pot did Kitten go to find Big Ping’an again.
"Big Ping’an, Big Ping’an, someone's here."
"Mm, I know."
The fat monk bowed first. "Amitabha. This humble monk's secular name is Zhou Bao, and my Dharma name is Quanzhen.
"Through my Buddha's mercy, I was granted the title Amitāyus