Without extinguishing, manifesting all the majestic conducts.
Profound thoughts arose in Lu Ren's mind, intertwined infinitely, as if he had been sitting in meditation under a withered tree for hundreds of years. In the turning of day to night, thoughts sank into utter silence, all complex emotions and useless sentiments arising and perishing.
The mind sank into tranquility, able to observe everything, perceive everything.
The Seventh Land, it could already begin to exhibit the miraculous powers of a Bodhisattva, possessing immense might.
Zen sound, Buddha chant, a deep and ancient sacred melody, seemed to blend the Buddhist and Taoist lineages, a grand sound swirling continuously within his body, cleansing his body.
The wings behind him completely dissolved, transforming into a pattern like a tattoo, appearing on both scapulae.
