This is not a simple remolding of the external form, but the manifest transformation of the inner essence.
When all transformations had come to an end, this Dharma Body no longer had a face without features; it bore a countenance as delicate as that of Ji Jingqiu, sitting here with closed eyes in cross-legged meditation.
Suddenly, the eyes opened—eyes that seemed to contain the deepest wisdom and compassion of the universe—lacking any sense of condescension or indifference, filled only with peace and mercy.
Gazing into the eyes of the Dharma Body, Long Qingyang murmured to himself with profound recognition, fully aware that Ji Jingqiu had truly grasped the essence of the Formless Dao Body.
In previous years, Wan Chengcang had once said to him—
The heart is like a skilled painter that can paint the aspects of all worlds, yet finds it hard to paint its own image.
Time passed unknowable.
Gradually, Ji Jingqiu opened his eyes, a sharp light revealing his profound enlightenment.
