Suddenly, he had an epiphany and looked down.
From the essence of Perfect Awakening blooms the illusory flower.
From the stirring of the heart, ripples of spirit condensed into Tao flowers, transparent, clear, pure, untainted, bearing traces of the Tao.
As the heart stirs, Tao is born, and all phenomena return to one.
In the heart of his current Spiritual Body.
A single strand of spiritual light shines alone, escaping the roots of dust, illuminating the impermanence.
This was the Wisdom Light he had just severed.
It, through the hand of Ji Jingqiu, illuminated the hearts of all beings, and rekindled within his own heart.
Ji Jingqiu slowly closed his eyes.
Countless streams of Tao fire were generated from the void, washing over Ji Jingqiu's spirit and flesh like a waterfall.
Each stream of fire contained intense Dao rhyme, growing denser, obscuring Ji Jingqiu's figure from others.
Even the Saints still watching this place could only vaguely see the serene, withdrawn face.
