Amidst the boundless, pain and despair-filled vast ocean, a lamp of ancient and vicissitude, blue-glazed glass abruptly lit up.
Its light was serene and bright, illuminating the depths of the Bitter Sea, as if to enlighten a path of Transcendence straight to the other shore for all beings.
The Protecting Gods seated outside the Pure Land opened their eyes at this moment, their expressions filled with sorrow, sensing Ji Jingqiu's heart's voice.
Ji Jingqiu continued to step forward, flashes of the Floating Battle Buddha's journey through the mortal world passing through his mind, reinforcing his conviction and permeating the philosophy of his path thus far.
"Since ancient times, what the vast majority of lowly All Spirits have sought remains consistent, pure and singular, never changing—they simply want—to survive!"
