After saying this, the Monk of Joy closed his eyes and drew a deep breath.
The Spatial Fissure lay deep inside the planet, surrounded by scorching molten rock. Distinct layers of metal were already visible in places, but distorted space held them back, preventing them from falling, like cliff faces.
With his breath, the scorching molten rock broke through the barriers of space and turned into countless fiery streams flowing toward him. They soon merged into a massive dragon made of magma.
The dragon flew and writhed ceaselessly behind him, radiating unimaginable light and heat, like a scene from some Buddhist image.
The Monk of Joy opened his eyes and quietly regarded the Darkness Warden before him. His gaze was warm, even ardent, yet so calm.
The Darkness Warden had neither feelings nor awareness. It did not care what this human intended to do, nor would it even think about what this human intended to do. It simply continued squeezing silently toward this side of the Spatial Fissure. Sounds of compression and friction filled the burning planet, mingling like a great building about to topple, like a warship about to collapse, and somewhat like the dragon roars of legend.
Great Nirvana tilted slightly.
The young monk leaned forward slightly, like a Buddha about to accept flowers from a believer.
With a soft slap, his white-jade palm passed through the almost tangible pressure and landed on the Mother Nest's surface.
Compared with the Mother Nest's enormous body, he seemed tiny. What could a light pat of his palm possibly accomplish?
The golden dragon formed from countless streams of molten metal suddenly froze in the space behind him. Then it gave a low, furious roar and charged toward the Spatial Fissure with his palm, crashing heavily into the Mother Nest's body in