The Interdimensional Summons of the Primordial Vow
That night, solitude enveloped the cosmos. Upon the summit of Indigo Cloud Mount, the practitioner Tri Nhat sat immersed in meditation—a sanctuary where the energy of heaven and earth converged into ribbons of sapphire mist. Suddenly, the strata of the universe shook violently. From the frozen horizons of the North, a streak of white cosmic energy pierced through space. Though ethereal as smoke, this current bore the urgent invocation of a prehistoric covenant, striking straight into the practitioner’s conscious sea.
Tri Nhat opened his eyes, azure luminescence erupting from his pupils like flashes of cosmic lightning:
— “This is the primordial essence of Tieu Nguyet. She has been besieged by a grand tribulation beyond the Three Realms!”
He murmured grimly, perceiving an impending confrontation that would alter heaven and earth. At that precise moment, a spatial fracture materialized before him—like a deep, bleeding wound torn into the cosmic veil. From the abyssal depths of the dark fissure, a voice containing the diamond resolve of the celestial fairy drifted across dimensions:
— “Tri Nhat... the prehistoric vow of ten thousand kalpas... I need you.”
The space before him warped like a placid lake torn asunder, revealing a void gateway leading into the domain of evil. Maintaining a mind as still as water, Tri Nhat stepped forward. His azure-robed form transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, plunging into the contracting fissure, ready to confront the tribulation with absolute Righteous Thoughts.
The Anomalous Domain — Crucible of Evil
Tri Nhat descended into a desolate dimension where the original light of the universe had never shone since creation. The vaulted sky was suffocated by a dense matrix of dark energy, void of a single star. Across ten thousand leagues, the fractured earth lay buried beneath toxic grey ash, exuding the stench of decay. A howling gale swept across the wasteland, bearing the agonizing laments of corrupt souls imprisoned by the old laws. The atmosphere was heavy with venomous miasma, exerting immense pressure to suppress the spiritual consciousness of any entity entering the realm.
Amidst this ruined panorama, the white luminescence radiating from Tieu Nguyet appeared fragile as a candle flame before a midnight tempest as she strained her strength to withstand the darkness. Three colossal evil god entities stood in a blockade around her, their towering shadows threatening to consume her true heart and disintegrate her primordial spirit:
— The Eight-Armed Evil Deity: A monstrous entity tall as a celestial pillar, possessing eight quivering arms. Each hand manipulated an ancient corrupted weapon—broadsword, bow, sword, spear, mace, whisk, claw, and battleaxe—weaving a deadly web to crush physical matter.
— The Ancient Venomous Serpent: A wraith serpent stretching hundreds of changs in length. Its ink-black scales continuously dripped toxic miasma, while its blood-red eyes projected illusions to manipulate the mind.
— The Formless Abyssal Spectre: A condensed mass of absolute darkness possessing no fixed physical shape. Its pale, lidless eyes released a bone-chilling spiritual force, specialized in striking directly at the minute gaps within a practitioner's mind.
Tieu Nguyet unleashed her full power. Although her Pristine Moon-Flower Lotus blazed brightly, under the weight of the Old Forces, its silver aura began to flicker against the onslaught of dark mist. Her vital energy was heavily depleted, yet her selfless diamond resolve remained as immovable as a majestic lotus throne.
Boom!
Tri Nhat struck the ash-covered earth with immense velocity, causing the strata to fracture as dust erupted like torrential waves. Brandishing the Pristine White Broadblade, he executed a majestic strike. The white luminescence cleaved through space, tearing the night asunder like a flash of ultimate justice.
Crash!
The spiritual form of the Eight-Armed Deity suffered a violent shock; its colossal frame was driven back several changs as its dark aura erupted in disarray. Tieu Nguyet anchored her state of mind, her transparent eyes reflecting the dawn of hope:
— “Tri Nhat... you have finally arrived.”
The azure-robed practitioner stood heroically as an unyielding shield before his companion, his tall frame resembling an immovable guardian mountain range. His steadfast gaze fixed upon the howling demons:
— “From this exact moment, you and I shall unify our hearts to safeguard the Dafa, assisting in the Fa-Rectification without a single step of retreat!”
The Three Crucibles of the Old Forces
The three malevolent spectres let out a synchronized roar that shook the foundations of the anomalous space. They were the manifest archetypes of the three merciless trials orchestrated by the Old Forces to utterly annihilate the two disciples of the Dafa:
— The Eight-Armed Deity represented the Trial of the Physical Form, wielding cosmic weaponry and violence to crush the mortal shell and external barriers.
— The Venomous Serpent represented the Trial of the Deluded Mind, spraying hallucinatory miasma to exploit human attachments and warped notions to invert the practitioner's spiritual alignment.
— The Formless Spectre represented the Trial of the Primordial Spirit, striking directly into the deepest core of the soul, sowing seeds of fear and despair to break supreme faith.
Tri Nhat Battles the Eight-Armed Deity
The Eight-Armed Deity gathered its dark power to its absolute summit, its crimson eyes flashing with disdain. Its eight arms swung simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of black fire that resembled a cosmic tempest, aiming to obliterate the practitioner in a single breath. Tri Nhat remained undisturbed. Brandishing the Pristine White Broadblade, he erected a wall of pure light, directly confronting the onslaught with the majesty of a diamond body.
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Boom! Crash!
The collision of righteous and deviant forces caused the anomalous earth to shatter into a million fragments. Tri Nhat channeled his full authority, his voice resonating with supreme cosmic righteousness:
— “Cosmic Golden Pearl! Rectify the external realm!”
The golden pearl soared into the high heavens, releasing a myriad of pure golden rays that opened a boundless ward to envelop and incinerate the mutated form of the deity. Though shrieking in pain within the purifying barrier as its dark flesh turned to ash, the malevolent entity frantically counter-attacked with destructive fury. Tri Nhat clenched his teeth, his Righteous Thoughts unyielding as a mountain peak:
— “This deity possesses a suffocating weight of power. I must maintain my true heart at all costs!”
Dissolving the Mirage of Sentiment
Simultaneously, the ancient venomous serpent exhaled a thick column of dark miasma that completely enveloped Tieu Nguyet. The space surrounding her instantly shattered like a broken mirror, transforming into a cyclone of psychological illusions: She beheld the entire Three Realms plunging into irreversible annihilation; she saw the very sentient beings she had sacrificed everything to deliver now turning upon her, hurling curses and bitter slander; she saw the Toad Demon standing triumphant upon the apex of secular tyranny; and most agonizing of all—she beheld the physical form of Tri Nhat covered in blood, lying lifeless amidst a vast sea of bones.
The toxic whispers of the serpent echoed seductively beside her ear:
— “You can save no one! You are but a fragile, insignificant speck of dust. Your prehistoric vows are nothing but an illusion before the universal law of decay! Yield to the darkness!”
Amidst the swirling mists of delusion that threatened to fracture her resolve, the magnificent Dafa-sound of the Holy King once more awakened her inner sea, resonating with majesty:
“Great Compassion is the supreme power of the Righteous Gods.”
Tieu Nguyet opened her eyes. They were clear and tranquil—resembling the silent moonlight reflecting upon a midnight lake. From the depths of her soul, a torrent of ultimate white luminescence exploded. The Pristine Moon-Flower Lotus blossomed into full radiance, releasing ten thousand rays of divine light that thoroughly incinerated the venomous serpent and the warped mirages into nothingness. The demonic snake let out a final shriek before dissolving like morning frost beneath the sun.
The Soul Fusion — Resonance of Twin Covenants
While the frontline battle hung in a tense deadlock, the Formless Abyssal Spectre—the most insidious executioner—launched its silent assault. Transforming into a current of purple mist as cold as ten-thousand-year frost, it slipped past all external defenses to infiltrate Tri Nhat's Primordial Spirit.
In a single flash, the practitioner felt his resolve being dragged downward by an invisible hand into a bottomless abyss of desolation. A minute fracture appeared within his unyielding will; a wave of primal fear flooded his conscious sea, and his heart beat with the heavy cadence of a cosmic death knell. The formless voice echoed within the microscopic dimensions of his mind:
— “Your strength is great, but your mind is not yet still. Your Righteous Thoughts are merely an impotent fantasy before the universal law of destruction...”
Tri Nhat’s physical shell trembled as cold sweat poured down his brow. The delicate thread of his Righteous Thoughts was pulled to its breaking point, tempting him to relinquish his grip and surrender his soul to the void.
Beholding Tri Nhat ensnared in a soul tribulation, his blood staining the ash-covered earth, Tieu Nguyet felt an intense ache within her chest. Yet, in that exact moment, that mortal sorrow was instantly transmuted by her immense compassion into the supreme power of salvation. She understood deeply that those who bear a grand celestial destiny must never lose their way, even within the absolute darkest core of hell; only by unifying their prehistoric faiths into a single, indestructible diamond unity could they shatter the midnight of the ultimate era. She stepped forward, her voice echoing across the dimension:
— “Tri Nhat! Anchor your true heart! Let us safeguard the Dafa together!”
Her slender hand gently touched the practitioner’s back—a touch as light as a vernal breeze, yet bearing the absolute spiritual authority of the highest heavens. A wave of warm white radiance from the Pristine Moon-Flower Lotus poured directly into Tri Nhat's conscious sea, completely purging every trace of fear, doubt, and despair. The purple-gold aura within Tri Nhat's physical body instantly awakened, exploding with formidable strength to harmonize with the celestial fairy's white luminescence, resembling two rivers of saving vows converging into a singular ocean.
The two supreme forces—Diamond Will and Purifying Compassion—fused into a colossal pillar of purple-gold and white light that pierced through the suffocating ceiling of the dark realm. The Formless Spectre let out a horrific shriek as if scorched by ten thousand suns, thoroughly disintegrated within the resonant field of their combined Righteous Thoughts, leaving not a single trace behind.
Tri Nhat opened his eyes. His spiritual alignment had achieved a state of absolute stillness, resembling a mountain lake without a single ripple, as the brilliant purple-gold aura enveloped his frame:
— “When the mind remains unmoved, ten thousand evils cannot invade.”
The First Victory in the Anomalous Realm
The three great evil deities of the Old Forces were entirely dissolved. The warped dimensions began to collapse downward like fracturing crystal panels; ribbons of sapphire and white light reflected brilliantly upon the shattering pieces before they dissolved into the golden dust of the cosmic ether, restoring original purity and serenity to the realm.
Tri Nhat turned to look at Tieu Nguyet, his gaze filled with profound reverence, gratitude, and transcendent understanding:
— “If not for your pristine Righteous Thoughts and boundless compassion, my Primordial Spirit would have been deluded by the old laws and fallen into the abyss.”
Tieu Nguyet smiled, her transcendent countenance resembling a celestial snow lotus blossoming amidst the freezing winter of the Northern Waste:
— “We are fellow practitioners bound by the prehistoric vow to assist our Master in the Fa-Rectification. Only by locking our resolves into a single, unshakeable diamond unity can we shatter every demonic tribulation and deliver countless sentient beings from the final cataclysm.”
For the first time across their subsequent reincarnations, they had stood shoulder-to-shoulder to claim a magnificent victory. It was by no means a mere triumph over external evil entities, but rather the ultimate conquest over the hidden shadow zones, human weaknesses, and mortal attachments within their own souls.
The Shadow Looming Over the Secular Realm
As they stepped out of the anomalous domain to return to the mortal red dust, they perceived that the heavy, suffocating aura blanketing the Divine Land had lessened by a measure, and the dormant vital energy of sentient beings was beginning to rekindle beneath the radiance of the Righteous Dafa. Yet, a subtle omen from an even deeper dimension drifted into their consciousness, bearing a suffocating wave of killing intent.
The earthly avatar of the Toad Demon within the imperial palace was frantically operating the machinery of secular tyranny, orchestrating a conspiracy far more merciless and cruel aimed directly at the heart of the faithful disciples. The supreme, fated confrontation was drawing close—the hour when the Dafa would manifest its ultimate majesty across the Three Realms to thoroughly rectify the tilted cosmos.
Canto XI: The Twin Valor
In bleak domains where deathly shadows reign,
Ash buries frozen earth, endless souls in pain.
The azure robe wields steel to cleave the night,
The pristine lotus shines with pale moonlight.
Eight arms and serpent launch their demonic array,
Compassion and resolve sweep darkness away.
With unified true hearts, the world they right,
Their ancient vows shall shine with eternal light.