"In that Other Shore World."
With these words, the Grand Director calmly nodded:
"I know."
The Deity was slightly taken aback and cautiously asked:
"Should we awaken His Excellency, the Speaker?"
"Go ahead and try, that old undead thing might not wake up."
Saying this, the Grand Director waved his hand and watched the Deity respectfully retreat. In this profound place, only He remained.
He stood quietly, listening to the countless wails of soul spirits in the Six Paths Prison, then suddenly lowered his eyelids.
This majestic figure murmured to Himself:
"The beginning of the westward journey... Who exactly are you? Your appetite is indeed too big, having assumed the role of Tathagata to lead the westward journey, still wanting to gain from Divine Enthronement?"
"Which fellow Daoist is it?"
He closed His eyes, and in the obscurity, could see nothing clear.
There was fog blocking the view—not just one layer.
"It wouldn't be Shakyamuni Tathagata."
