Deep within Lotus Cave.
Ever since the members of the Preaching Squad learned that the "tenth great spectacle" was the work of that indescribable Dao Venerable, Zhou Qingqing, they had tacitly put away all their divine abilities and magical treasures.
They no longer tried to force their way through this veil of mystery with outside power. Instead, they chose the most primal, most reverent approach: experiencing and comprehending this seemingly simple scene for themselves.
Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged, his palms and soles turned skyward, his gaze locked firmly on the central point where the three ox horns met.
In his eyes, those were no longer three rough ox horns, but three laws of the Great Dao, wildly strangling one another while depending on one another for existence.
"Collision..."
"Destruction..."
"Death..."
Tang Sanzang murmured under his breath, as though something were shattering thunderously in his mind.
Gold Horn and Silver Horn, one yin and one yang, represented the birth and extinction of all things.
The addition of that third horn, Green Ox's, represented the Supreme Ultimate, Chaos, and the final destination of all things.
"Life and death are merely that instant when ox horns collide."
"When they shatter, there is death. When the collision ends, there is new life."
"How is this a spectacle? This is clearly a... burial!"
Boom!
As that thought exploded in his mind, Tang Sanzang's eyes snapped open, a gleam of unprecedented savagery and sanctity flashing through them.
"So that's it! This humble Daoist has finally understood!"
He abruptly rose to his feet, his Daoist robes billowing without wind.
"Gold Horn and Silver Horn, one yin and one yang, are heaven and earth!"
Tang Sanzang's voice was low and hoarse, yet possessed a penetrating force that struck straight into the soul.
"Green Ox's horn represents Chaos and