The last thing he felt was an endless, crushing weight.
The sky turned ocher. The pillar that had once held up the heavens was bent beneath an irresistible force. In his ears, he heard the roar of rocks grinding against each other, the final echo of the Buddha’s vast chant, and... his own furious, defiant roar, all buried beneath the earth.
Five Finger Mountain!
Just before his consciousness was sealed away in darkness and silence, a glimmer of pure light, like a shooting star streaking through an endless night, suddenly broke into his fading perception.
Could it be... Master?
The figure of Patriarch Bodhi flickered into view, too briefly to be more than an illusion. A gentle yet irresistible force enveloped his true spirit, as though it had pulled him forcibly from the river of fate he was meant to follow.
Then came an indescribable jolting and tearing sensation, as if he were transmigrating through a passage made of raging winds and violent currents. He struggled to stay conscious, to see what was happening, but the force was too overwhelming. At last, endless darkness swallowed him.
