The low, hoarse words echoed, everyone looked at each other in confusion, the Buddha Son stood still, but the lamp flames in His eyes surged tens of thousands of feet high!
Then.
The flames died down.
The Buddha Son was now unknowingly seated cross-legged on the clouds, fingers forming a treasure seal, it was Him, but also seemed not to be Him.
"Who is this young benefactor?"
'Buddha Son' gazed at the middle-aged man, asking calmly, with a thunderous voice, as the great desolate world tore apart amid the thunder!
Just as life began to flourish, in the blink of an eye, it wilted again.
The middle-aged man too sat cross-legged, facing the 'Buddha Son', suddenly smiling:
"To be utterly void yet utterly real, utterly vast yet utterly tiny, the highest is the lowest, the weakest is the strongest...Tao Fruit, Tao Fruit, only when pursued yet unattained is it Tao Fruit."
"If I said, everyone is a Tao Fruit, would Luminous Buddha believe it or not?"
