A luxurious and exquisite carriage flies across the pitch-black night sky as if treading on flat ground.
Daji pulls back the curtain to look at the twelve Heavenly Horses treading on air ahead, then shifts her gaze northward, towards the vast land beyond, blossoming with light like a dream or illusion.
The light has endured for days now, with not a hint of dimming.
"What exactly is Pure Land?"
Daji lowers the curtains and asks, "When will that light go out?"
"Never to be extinguished."
Sun Wukong closes the Heavenly Book in his hands and answers, "Pure Land, from the ground below to the void above, wherein all things emanate light."
This statement leaves Daji dumbstruck and bewildered.
For the past few days, she had heard numerous discussions about Pure Land, every person speaking of it with heartfelt astonishment.
