Spirit Mountain.
Ninefold heavenly golden radiance descended like a waterfall, spanning across the void of the Cloud Sea.
Ancient Buddhist light runes drifted slowly between Heaven and Earth, each inscribed with the primordial true principles of the Buddhist Sect, vast and boundless, eternal and undying.
In the Seven-Treasures Pool, a sea of lotuses stretching ten thousand acres blossomed in turn, layers upon layers of Golden Lotuses spreading from the front of the White Jade steps all the way to the end of the Cloud Sea.
The petals circulated seven-colored precious light, shining brilliantly; Brahma-sound arose of itself without drum or bell, winding through all heavens, each note ferrying the world.
Miao Shan Arhat stood calmly before the lowest tier of the White Jade steps, his plain robes free of a speck of dust; the Buddha light about him was gentle and restrained, neither ostentatious nor revealed, yet naturally possessed the pure and sacred dignity of an Arhat.
