Zheng Fa looked up, and saw a skeletal and shriveled hand, like that of an old man, yet the five fingers resembled five soaring mountains, pressing down towards him.
The air erupted with a piercing explosion, and he even felt an overwhelming pressure as though the entire Pure Land was going to engulf him.
When the hand landed atop Zheng Fa's head and collided with Lu Yao's golden bowl, it didn't pause in the slightest, the fingers converged, pushing down together with the golden bowl, completely enveloping Zheng Fa.
Zheng Fa felt as if he was drowning in a sea of Buddhist light, all he saw was gold, surrounded by a pervasive and overwhelming pressure, leaving him immobile and with no escape.
Inside the Great Hero Hall, a towering yet ethereal peak rose, standing like sheer cliffs, its summit above the hall's dome, reaching into the sky.
In the Pure Land, the Dharma Images of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats saw Zheng Fa captured, and they all smiled, repeatedly praising.
