The demon mist dissipated.
The golden light poured down like a flowing stream, painting the snow-white cliffs in a brilliant golden hue, sacred and solemn.
Above the clouds, Buddha's light clustered thickly around the Faceless Monk.
The radiance was blinding, impossible to look at directly.
Heaven and earth were silent.
All the monks of Sajia Temple seemed lost in a dream.
After a while, someone awoke in astonishment.
"Spiritual Circular Light—this is a True Buddha."
"I never thought the Mortal World could hide a True Buddha."
"We should have known: if not a True Buddha, how could he have wandered the world for thirty years, slaying millions of demons and monsters?"
"Immeasurable merit."
"With a True Buddha descending to the mortal dust, salvation has come to us."
The middle-aged monk in white robes pressed his palms together.
