"When the westward journey concludes...."
"Perhaps you may attain the status of the Victorious Fighting Buddha."
The Pope of the Pantheon felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched the virtual shadow of the World Venerate, stepping on Buddha's Light and Brahma Sound, disappear, stirring great tides within his heart.
Victorious Fighting Buddha!
The Celestial Position of Buddha!
His chest rose and fell, as if seeing the day when he would achieve the True Saint and even become a Buddha in the future.
Time passed bit by bit,
A sacrificial array appeared, as a follower reported—a young man claiming to be the Sutra Taker had come from the Other Shore World, already arriving outside the abyss.
The Pope of the Pantheon looked up, his gaze penetrating the abyss, seeing the handsome young man standing upright—is this his future 'master'?
So weak...
Thoughts churned as the Pope of the Pantheon heard the young man outside the abyss speak:
