Time flowed like water, and over a month had passed unknowingly in the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm.
「On this day.」
The sky was clear and bright, and the mountain mist wound about like a sash.
Qi Yun sat cross-legged before a natural stone cave at the base of a secluded cliff.
Ancient vines hung down outside the cave. Inside, the stone walls were smooth and densely carved with ancient Sanskrit Scripture, inscribed by someone using only their finger strength. The script was powerful, and despite the ravages of time, it still emanated a distinct Buddha's Will.
It was one of the many Zen Stone Walls within the Saint Realm, available for disciples to meditate upon.
A plain white Scripture Scroll was spread open on the low table before him. He held an ordinary bamboo brush, its tip dipped in ink mixed with gold powder, and was copying the scripture from the stone wall, stroke by stroke.
