The snow-white, jade-like fist—supremely powerful, unyielding, and hard—pierced through everything, shattering boundless illusions bit by bit.
But Taiji's illusions had already reached the point where false became true and emptiness became substance. Even the layers of destruction beneath this Great Dao of Strength were illusions!
Beyond the shattered fragments still lay mist. Within that mist were Great Thousand Worlds, suns, moons, and stars, Temporal-Spatial Storms, Dao-Lost Chaos—exactly the same as the void outside.
Welcome to the Great Void Illusion Realm!
The snow-white, jade-like fist seemed to find that emptiness could not bear force. In its urgency, it was actually unable to shatter the illusory mist.
Chi Songzi had already reined in his astonishment. He asked in a deep voice, "Taiji Daoist Friend, what exactly are you plotting?"
The Great Void Illusion Realm, both illusory and real, was silent.
Within a Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, the gaunt and withered Ānanda Tathāgata sat beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, his face full of bitterness as he watched lotus blossoms quietly bloom and fade.
Suddenly, a thought stirred in him. His thin, long hand stretched out, forming countless hand seals and carrying the intent to seize the Great Dao, reaching toward the red, azure, yellow, white, and black Five-Colored Divine Light within the Wusi Great World.
Yet the instant his withered hand extended, immeasurable, boundless starlight blazed forth. Stars Shifted, and the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, together with Ānanda Tathāgata, fell into a starry sky containing only brilliant stars and deep, dark nothingness.
The starry sky was profound, vast, and boundless, imparting a sense of grandeur and sanctity. As those brilliant stars revolved, some bright and some dim, they resembled black and white dots forming a diagram that encompassed the myriad phenomena of the universe and every secret of divination