Boom!
As the last heavy stone door slowly opened, an ancient, desolate aura carrying a faint hint of killing intent rushed toward them like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
The members of the Preaching Squad instinctively narrowed their eyes, held their breath, and stared fixedly at the sight before them.
Yet when they saw what lay ahead, everyone was dumbfounded.
There was no boundless golden light.
No lingering immortal music.
Nor was there anything like the Primordial World secret realm they had imagined—spiritual energy pressing down on them, immortal herbs carpeting the ground, and auspicious beasts crying in unison.
What appeared before them was utter silence.
A deathly, spine-chilling, absolute silence!
At the deepest part of Lotus Cave, within that vast expanse revered by the mighty figures of the Primordial World as the "Tenth Great Wonder," not a single blade of grass grew!
The earth was cracked, bearing a despairing gray and ruined hue.
There was no fragrance of soil, no vitality of vegetation, not even a single intact stone.
The entire space seemed to have had every trace of life forcibly erased by some unimaginably terrifying power.
And at the very center of this silent land stood two enormous phantoms in stillness.
They were two colossal shadows so vast they blocked out the sky and sun.
"Th-this is the Tenth Great Wonder?"
Zhu Bajie's mouth hung open so wide that his jaw was nearly on the ground. He rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
"Could those two phantoms be King Gold Horn and King Silver Horn?"
Sha Wujin recognized the identities of the shadows, though doubt still lingered in his heart.
Sun Wukong was stunned as well. His Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils flickered madly as he tried to see through the true forms of the two