If one is unwilling to kowtow every three steps on this staircase, they must bear the weight of Dharma, which becomes heavier as they ascend. Only those with profound insight into Dharma can continue without struggling.
At the end of the staircase, the half-concealed stone doors of the Divine Temple swung completely open at this moment, as if welcoming their arrival.
Standing before the towering stone doors, dozens of meters high, everyone could not help but feel a sense of insignificance, wondering for whom these colossal gates were erected—could it be for the race of giants?
Entering the Divine Temple, the light filtered in from high crevices, resembling fine golden sand, scattered across the ancient stone floors.
Throughout one could see dense trees and vines, these plants having long coexisted with the temple, their thick and twisted trunks and branches filling the crevasses of the temple structure.
