That was a bright, slightly yellow flame.
It enveloped a purity without stain, perfectly complete, with a sense of wisdom and bliss, and even a resilient quality akin to Vajra.
It burned quietly, dispelling the darkness, illuminating ignorance, as if wanting to light a path of transcendence straight to the Other Shore for all beings.
"See that the five aggregates are all empty, deliver all from suffering..."
Feeling the fire at his fingertips, Ji Jingqiu whispered, turning his hand to collect the Heart Fire, responding to Hel:
"There are no Buddhas or World Venerables in this world."
"To worship Buddha is to worship oneself."
Hel raised an eyebrow, as the World Venerable heir said there were no Buddhas in the world, akin to a divine son openly proclaiming there are no gods.
Ji Jingqiu's expression remained calm.
This profound insight, though brief, was for him akin to a secluded retreat, leaving a deposit of Dao Rhyme upon him.
