In the vast expanse of star clouds, countless stars scatter throughout the void, twinkling with points of light. The pitch-black cosmos is profound, boundless at a glance.
Deep within the endless star clouds, Zhunti lies across the void like a shrimp bowing its body. His face carries an expression of infinite pain, and with each strenuous breath, he exhales mist tinted with blood.
Li Qingming stands before Zhunti and speaks, "Zhunti, we have known each other for eons! You have hated me for eons, instead of living in hatred, better to die sooner! Today, let me help you find liberation."
A trace of realization appears in Zhunti's eyes. He shifts his body, struggling to raise his right arm to give a Buddhist salute, and says, "Fellow Daoist, you and the Western faith had originally no karma. All that happened was because of this poor monk! I implore you, Fellow Daoist, to spare the Western Teachings, to spare the Buddhist Sect!"
