"Stop! If you go any further, you'll die too!"
As the Bodhisattva drew ever closer, Master Danyang's voice carried a rare, deep-seated fear. Li Huowang, however, seemed magnanimously accepting.
"It doesn't matter! If it means my Master can achieve immortality, what's my life worth?!"
Li Huowang's actions, combined with the pull from the breeze, ensured that despite Master Danyang's desperate struggles, they continued to move slowly but resolutely toward the open Mao's Gate.
As the Bodhisattva's circular white halo shone upon the two men, Master Danyang's asphalt-coated feathers began to transform, changing into shrouds as white as those worn by the Bodhisattva.
Whether it was his writhing flesh or his twisting, exposed organs, any part of Master Danyang's body enshrouded by the white fabric fell into a silent death.
