After hearing Liu Zixuan's words, the Spirit Institute elder smiled with deep meaning and said, "I believe this trip into the Compassion Map will give you a pleasant surprise."
"I just hope it's not a scare!" Liu Zixuan grinned.
The Spirit Institute elder did not say much more. Instead, he brought his hands together slowly in a prayer gesture, softly chanting a few Buddha names. At once, a beam of golden light burst out from the Compassion Map, wrapping Liu Zixuan and the Spirit Institute elder within. In an instant, the two vanished from where they had stood.
It was as if he had just had a dream. When Liu Zixuan opened his eyes again, the scenery around him had completely changed.
He was now standing inside a palace wreathed in auspicious clouds, seemingly no different from the Heaven of legend. Faintly, he could see households like those by small bridges and flowing water all around, and on the banks there were white‑haired old men fishing.
