The Wilderness lay in ruins.

Corpses piled into mountains, stretching endlessly beyond sight. A sea of blood surged, engulfing the corpse mountains, as the great path sank into oblivion, and all living beings suffered.

The old monk chanted the Rebirth Mantra, walking barefoot through the pools of blood.

He traveled alone, measuring the land with the steps of an ordinary man. Whenever he encountered someone still clinging to life, injured and suffering, he would stop to heal them before continuing his journey.