"Yes, all living beings endure suffering."
Venerable Mingyu immediately grasped the deeper meaning of his senior brother's words. He respectfully took the lotus platform and imprinted his divine thought upon it. To his astonishment, he discovered that his senior brother had already dissolved the bond, though he didn't dwell on the matter. With a slight sway, he sat upon the lotus platform, a skull rosary appearing around his neck, long snakes coiling around him, and four additional arms extending from under his shoulders.
All six arms began to whirl, seemingly possessing the might to shift mountains.
In each of the six palms, he held a bone bowl, a moon blade, human skin, a hand drum, a rosary, and a treasure pestle.
With a slight sway of the six hands, the surroundings grew as black as a curtain, even the sky was utterly shattered, revealing the true nature of the void with fierce thunderbolts flashing.
"What a treasure."
