The Shifting of the Celestial Nexus and the Prophecy of the Moon Palace
After the Toad Demon utilized the swelling torrent of grievances to shatter the seal beneath Jade Peak, the celestial nexus shifted into chaos. In the upper realms, clouds of divine luminescence swirled into colossal vortexes, layering upon one another as the invisible threads of old cosmic law pulled to their absolute limits.
Deep within the freezing cavern, as the miasma of the Toad Demon dissipated into the void, Chang’e’s celestial root—no longer suppressed—awakened. Divine power resembling the eternal snow of the Moon Palace cascaded through her, purifying residual toxins within her body and restoring her spiritual energy in a single breath. Yet beside her, Tri Nhat, having exhausted his strength in battle, knelt upon the stone floor, his body depleted and his sea of consciousness severely fractured.
Refusing to let her benefactor dissolve within an earthly world thick with grievances, Chang’e brushed her wide, billowing sleeves. Enveloping Tri Nhat, she transformed into a ribbon of white light, piercing primordial mists to carry him into the celestial courts.
Within the Moon Palace, where eternal snow and pristine moonlight reigned, Tri Nhat was anchored within a spiritual array to realign his shattered true qi. Standing by the jade balustrade, Chang’e cast her gaze toward the red dust below, illuminating the cascading torrent of time in the lower realm over the subsequent twenty-odd years.
She beheld murky shadows, dark as venomous mists, spreading across the capital cities of the Divine Land, slithering into every household and besieging human souls. Agonizing lamentations drifted up from the mundane world, merging with the frenzied cries of souls manipulated by evil entities. The hearts of men had turned upside down, blurring the boundary between good and evil; lost within the cataract of karmic accumulation, sentient beings hailed the rule of the strong as absolute truth, trampling upon the moral values of antiquity.
Her heart constricting with sorrow, Chang’e sensed the ruthless shifting of the celestial nexus. She transmitted a spiritual invocation to Tri Nhat, who sat motionless in meditation behind her:
“The era of ultimate dissolution has struck. The Holy King is about to reincarnate.”
Tri Nhat gently parted his eyelids. Though his countenance remained pale, his gaze had recovered the stillness of a cultivator nourished by the energy of the celestial palace. He questioned softly, his thoughts vibrating with divine intent:
“The Holy King... from which cosmic domain does this Enlightened One hail, that he should command such absolute reverence from you, Celestial Maiden?”
Chang’e turned back, her eyes pure as the headwaters of a celestial spring, reflecting an aura that traversed from the macrocosm to the microcosm of the Most High:
“He is the one whom countess sentient beings across a million great trichiliocosms reverently call the Future Buddha—the Great Savior of the universe. When the primordial cosmos enters its ultimate state of decay, and the hearts of men within the red dust grow blind, He shall descend to the earth. He will widely transmit the Great Fa to purify the universe, delivering all souls from the endless sea of suffering.”
Tri Nhat fell into profound stillness, sacred reverence swelling within his mind. Despite his fractured physical form, he kindled an unyielding vow that pierced through space and time:
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“If my body should shatter into dust in this lifetime, I vow to reincarnate as His disciple in the next, assisting the Holy King to eliminate evil, protect the Fa, and fulfill this primal covenant to its ultimate end.”
Chang’e gazed at the Guardian, her voice dropping into a solemn tone:
“Yet the Toad Demon has forestalled us. It has already utilized the gateway of samsara to seize a physical body of supreme authority within the human world, intending to use absolute power to sow seeds of deceit, distort the righteous view of men, and obstruct the Righteous Fa.”
Tri Nhat clenched his fists, his gaze piercing through the celestial clouds of the palace to look down upon the terrestrial battlefield:
“Meaning, the grand battle between Good and Evil shall claim the red dust as its war zone.”
“Not only the human world,” Chang’e nodded gently. “The entirety of the Three Realms shall be drawn into this cosmic wheel. This is the ultimate confrontation that will decide the future destiny of the entire cosmos.”
Two Conflicting Destinies in the Imperial Capital and the Rural Village
In that fateful year, within the imperial capital of the Divine Land, a child was born into a noble lineage. At that precise moment, the sky was suddenly stained blood-red; pitch-black clouds billowed and converged into the monstrous form of a colossal toad, blotting out the sun. This terrifying anomaly sent absolute panic through court spiritual officials; recognizing it as an omen of catastrophic evil, they employed forbidden occult arts to conceal the sign from the populace.
The child grew up possessing a crude intellect yet an exceptionally cunning, cold, and malicious nature, ruthlessly distorting the righteous principles of heaven and earth. No mortal knew that deep within his primordial spirit, the wrathful wraith of the Toad Demon was progressively awakening, preparing for a treacherous vengeance.
More than twenty years later, within a remote rural village of the Divine Land, another child was quietly born. As his newborn cry resonated through the air, howling tempests instantly ceased, dense mists dissolved into nothingness, and a single ribbon of golden luminescence shot down from the high heavens to illuminate the impoverished thatched roof. The infant’s eyes were pure, reflecting the pristine light of heaven and earth. Sensing the divine presence, village elders knelt in reverence, hailing the birth as a supreme blessing from the highest heavens.
None could perceive that this noble, transcendent life form was indeed the reincarnated Holy King.
The Spreading Darkness and the Transmission of the Righteous Fa
As years drifted past, the youth who bore the wrathful spirit ascended to the throne as the Sovereign of the Divine Land. He wielded tyrannical brutality to establish a draconian order, twisting justice and frantically persecuting righteous and benevolent cultivators. Across the realm, imperial guards raided without ceasing, and abyssal dungeons overflowed with the weeping of those who held fast to their sacred faith.
Amidst this landscape where the world’s accumulated karma had mounted to its peak, and when age-old spiritual paths no longer possessed power to deliver mankind, the Holy King grew to maturity and officially began the grand transmission of the Righteous Fa. Sentient beings bound by ancient karmic ties across hundreds of thousands of years of delusion suddenly awakened in the blink of an eye, shattering mists of deceit to reclaim their pristine, benevolent nature.
The more steadfast the righteous thoughts of cultivators became, the more the frantic madness of the tyrannical Sovereign escalated. The grand battle that shook the Three Realms officially took form, drawing countless divinities, demons, and wrathful wraiths to reincarnate simultaneously into the lower realm to decide their own ultimate destinies.
CANTO IV: THE REINCARNATION OF THE HOLY KING
The Divine Land cries beneath the tempest black,
As ancient evil darkens pathways back.
Yet golden light descends upon the throne,
As the Holy King arrives to save His own.
His newborn cry dispels the deepest night,
As Righteous Fa restores the sacred light.
Two paths now part to test the searching soul,
And eternal decrees shall make creation whole.