The final feeling is of endless weight.
The sky turned khaki. The backbone that once supported the world was bent by an irresistible force. In his ears was the roar of rocks squeezing and rubbing, the last remnants of the Buddha's majestic Sanskrit chant, and... His own unwilling and extremely angry roar, all buried.
Wuzhishan!
Just before his consciousness was about to be completely sealed into darkness and silence, a bit of clear light, like a meteor piercing the eternal night, suddenly broke into his perception that was about to be closed.
Is it... Master?
Patriarch Bodhi's figure flashed vaguely, as fast as an illusion. A soft but irresistible force enveloped his true spirit, as if he was fished out of a destined river of destiny.
Immediately afterwards, there were indescribable bumps and tears, as if passing through a channel composed of strong winds and turbulent currents. He struggled to stay awake and see what was happening, but the power was too violent, and in the end, endless darkness swallowed him.
