Golden clouds blazed brilliantly in the sky as Fuxia spoke. Peacock-like clouds swirled, golden pools surged, and colorful rain fell in torrents. A Pure Land appeared in the northern sky.0

This Pure Land was shrouded in clouds and mist. A massive golden gate, beside which lay a colossal sleeping one-horned tiger, black as ink and patterned head to tail, was faintly visible within. Countless golden Dharma Protectors stood upon the clouds, stretching to infinity. Tens of millions of human figures lifted their heads, with some bowing and some kowtowing. They gazed upward in eager anticipation.0

The six-armed Vajra, Liubai, who had always pressed down on the Radiant Origin Pass without the slightest response, paused for the first time. When the peacock’s cry echoed from the northern sky, that forever serene and forever wrathful-eyed head slowly lifted. Its golden lips parted, and a melodious chanting of scripture...0