In the Pure Land, petals drifted down, each stained with blood. Shining like crystal, they resembled a rain of tears, a scene of poignant beauty.
The White-clothed Divine King sat cross-legged under the tree, his eyes closed, motionless. Divine Spirit Blood flowed from him, blooming into the most beautiful flowers in the world, overshadowing all other scenery.
This was an eternal image, one that would not fade no matter how many years passed, forever etched in people's hearts.
The world was very quiet, with only the sound of falling flowers. Sparkling and fragrant, they danced piece by piece, flying out of the Pure Land and drifting into the divine city.
Clearly, many people were shouting, and the Jiang Family members were crying out in grief. Yet, this world seemed so peaceful; only that eternal image emerged before them.
This was the power of the Pure Land: it made Heaven and Earth harmonious, purifying all noise and clamor, making them part of the beautiful scene.
