Tang Sanzang stood where he was.
His expression was grim.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands.
Burial power flowed slowly through his palms.
There was nothing wrong.
His power was abundant.
It circulated freely.
His meridians were unobstructed.
His Great Dao was intact.
Everything was normal.
Yet he could not bury a single Daoist novice's hair.
Something was very wrong.
The Funeral Great Dao buried form, appearance, and essence.
All things could be buried.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every stone, every grain of sand, every wisp of wind, every drop of water.
Even intangible things could be buried.
Especially now that his cultivation had risen so high, burying a little hair should have posed absolutely no difficulty.
He could feel it.
The instant his Burial power touched the hair, it had indeed vanished.
The Daoist topknot had come undone.
The crown of the head had gone bare.
A Daoist novice had become a bald little monk.
He was certain he had done it.
Yet once the cabinet opened, everything returned to its original state.
The hair came back.
The Daoist topknot came back.
The Daoist novice was still a Daoist novice.
Exactly as before Tang Sanzang had performed the Burial.
As though nothing had ever been touched.
The restrictions on this cabinet could restore everything.
No matter what anyone did inside it.
The moment the cabinet doors opened, everything would be restored.
Whatever had been torn apart was made whole.
Whatever had been buried was reborn.
Whatever had been changed reverted.
That was their method.
Simple.
Brutal.
Effective.
Tang Sanzang closed his eyes.
He had never imagined it.
Even his Funeral Great Dao could fail in a place like this.
It was not because his opponents were too strong.
It was not because their Daoist