Amitabha Buddha was bewildered.
Could the Preaching Squad truly escape the Journey to the West Calamity by doing this?
Meanwhile, atop Dragon-Pressing Mountain, Daji also fell into deep silence.
Deep within Lotus Cave, the atmosphere became eerily quiet.
At this moment, everyone in the Preaching Squad had fallen into deep confusion.
Tang Sanzang's brows twisted into a dead knot.
He searched through every Dao Scripture in his mind, yet could not find a single allusion connected to the three colliding ox horns before him.
Sun Wukong scratched his cheek. His Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils were practically straining blind, yet he remained completely baffled.
Zhu Bajie could not help muttering, "Old Zhu thought it was some earth-shattering treasure. After all that fuss, it's just three bulls butting horns..."
Sha Wujin said nothing.
He could not make heads or tails of it anyway.
The scene was simply too down-to-earth.
So down-to-earth that they began to wonder whether their eyes had gone wrong.
Yet Gold Horn and Silver Horn, standing before them, did not feel the slightest embarrassment as they watched the bewildered pilgrims. Instead, they revealed inscrutable smiles.
"What is it? Fellow Daoists, you don't understand?"
Gold Horn raised a brow, his tone carrying a trace of the pride of Daoism's orthodox lineage.
Silver Horn crossed his arms and explained unhurriedly, "Did you think this tenth great wonder was merely a simple collision of ox horns?"
"Isn't it?" Sun Wukong could not help asking.
"Utterly wrong!"
Gold Horn abruptly flicked his sleeve, his expression turning solemn. "Do you know whose handiwork this 'Twin Horns Expedition,' and even the addition of this third horn, truly came from?"
The moment those words were spoken, everyone's attention was instantly drawn over.
Silver Horn took a deep breath and slowly uttered that name, one word