The Other Shore World, all things are silent.
"Fusheng...."
Seated outside the grass hut, Hong Tianbao saw his disciple emerge and hurriedly stood up. Then, as if he remembered something, he clasped his hands together and corrected himself:
"World-Honored One Buddha."
"World-Honored One Luminous." Zhang Fusheng clasped his hands in return, a pure smile on his face, but his eyes were profoundly deep.
He constantly recalled the words of the Eastern Emperor and the Nuwa Emperor.
What does it truly mean to be oneself?
Is it really just about never forgetting one's original intention?
Thoughts churned, rising and falling.
"In three days." Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly: "I plan to guide some of the Venerates who have entered our Ling Mountain to descend from a Different Dimension."
"At that time, World-Honored One Luminous, you too should be able to truly ascend to godhood, truly transform into the Past Buddha."
