Above the sacred hall, the incense smoke curls, and the Buddhist chants linger softly.
Miao Shan Arhat sits cross-legged on the lotus platform, his golden body glowing, his sacred presence dignified:
"Wuchen."
"I, as your mentor, observe you have traversed the bewilderment of reincarnation, with shattered memories and sealed spiritual apertures remaining unopened till now."
"Today, I shall impart to you the technique of opening your apertures, clearing your cultivation path, returning you to the righteous path of the Great Dao."
Miao Shan Arhat slightly parted his lips, an ethereal and timeless Buddhist melody wrapped around the beams of the hall, not as mundane chants but akin to the primal sound of the universe.
In an instant, sacred golden radiance burst forth from the patterns on his kasaya, illuminating the ten directions like the morning sun dispelling fog.
