Atop Crane Mountain’s summit, a plainly dressed monk sat high upon a lotus platform.
His dry lips moved gently, each word a true mantra spreading through the world.
His hands were joined in prayer, his face full of compassion.
Countless living beings cast admiring looks toward him.
Not only mortals, but even many great sect cultivators regarded the lotus platform’s Dharma manifestation as something to rival; aside from the Tri-Immortal Sect, only the truly venerable immortal heirs held such a level.
This was the famous “Golden Light that breaks through all laws.”
Those forsaken, worthless sectarian heresies, in front of the Path Walker's Way, counted for nothing.
Such a precious treasure, the Bodhisattva accepted not so much as a single benefit or coin, set no barriers, and openly taught it for all the world to know—what an open and generous heart that was!
Not only cultivators, even the literate common folk hurriedly took out paper and brush.
If none was available, they simply tore off their robes and copied the words onto their clothing.
Yet amid this joyful clamor, numerous figures emerged with expressions of fury.
Above the sky screen, a pale yellow mist began rapidly gathering.