"Mother of Non-Birth, Vacuum Homeland!"
With a serene chant, Zhang Buyi gazed at Zhang Daoling with a compassionate expression. He reached out and pointed a finger, its tip shimmering with an illusory, hollow image.
The magnificent vista of the Vacuum Homeland flickered between illusion and reality, accompanied by Brahma Sound, hymns of praise, voices of compassion, and whispers of serenity that swirled around Zhang Daoling's ears!
"The world is full of suffering. Why not take refuge? Why not take refuge?"
A pious expression slowly appeared on Zhang Daoling's face. Though he was clearly capable of resisting the compassionate Brahma Sound, he found he had no will to do so.
The person before him... felt like his own kin.
So he told himself.
"Mother of Non-Birth, Vacuum Homeland!" Zhang Daoling lowered his head, pressed his palms together, and intoned the words.
