Tang Yan's voice rang out. "There should be."
Hearing Tang Yan's uncertain answer, everyone scratched their heads. The uncertainty was something of a torment.
Pochen asked tentatively, "Young Master Tang, what if there is no end?"
"Do you know who these bones belonged to?" Tang Yan asked in return.
"The seniors who fought the other races in the Heavenly Wailing Ruins back then?" Pokong replied.
"Exactly! Faced with the powerful other races, they charged forward without fear of death, one wave falling as the next pressed on.
In that dark age, they fought with their own flesh and blood to give future generations hope of survival, forging thirty thousand years of prosperity for the Human Clan.
Now their bodies lie strewn across the wilderness. As descendants enjoying the blessings they left behind, it is our duty to lay them to rest."
At this point, Tang Yan's voice grew even firmer. "Until every bone is buried, I swear not to leave this mountain!"
His words stirred everyone deeply.
Worried that Tang Yan had developed an "obsession," Pochen advised him compassionately, "Heaven and earth bear witness to your intentions, young master.
But that vow must not bind you. If these bones truly are endless, only by letting go of your obsession can you behold the clear breeze and bright moon."
Tang Yan laughed heartily. "Master, only when all living beings have been delivered shall I attain enlightenment. Until hell is empty, I swear not to become a Buddha!"
Pochen shuddered at those words and abruptly raised his head, his face blank with shock.
For a moment, he saw Buddha light radiating from Tang Yan's back, holy and boundless, far surpassing that of countless eminent monks of the Buddhist Sect!
"Amitabha. This humble monk was attached to appearances! Thank you for your instruction,