Sun Wukong wielded the Golden-Hooped Staff as though it were the Heaven-Opening Axe, holding up the Chaos.
Yet that unknown intent still bore down on him.
His skin split inch by inch. Golden blood slid down his cheeks and dripped into the void, where the Chaos swallowed it instantly.
"Monkey Brother!" Zhu Bajie cried, his eyes red with panic.
"Hurry!" Sha Wujin growled. His divine sense had already locked onto the residual power left ahead after the Eight Views Diagram shattered.
Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged, forming seals with both hands. A flicker of resolve flashed through his eyes.
"Focus on your tasks. Don't look at Wukong."
"Otherwise, we'll all fail."
Zhu Bajie drew a sharp, deep breath, and his chanting abruptly rose in volume.
That was right.
Three Burials was right.
Every second counted now.
They could not let Monkey Brother's efforts go to waste.
The Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence System worked furiously. Every recitation of the Dao Scripture condensed another strand of golden dao resonance within him.
A thousand times, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million...!
His voice grew louder and purer, as though it had begun resonating with some great law of the Dao between heaven and earth.
By the end.
Even Zhu Bajie had no idea how many times he had recited it.
All he heard was a mechanical, icy voice.
[Critical reward triggered: Three Thousand Dao Treasuries successfully condensed!]
Boom!
An incomparably brilliant golden radiance erupted from Zhu Bajie's body.
It was no ordinary dao resonance, but the "Three Thousand Dao Treasuries" he had forcibly condensed from nothingness through countless recitations and diligence pushed to its utmost.
Pure, weighty, and vast, it contained the most essential truth of the Taishang Dao Scripture.
"Three Burials, take the Dao Treasuries!"
Zhu Bajie thrust out his