[As expected of a trial set up by one of their own. They really didn't know when to hold back.]
[Everyone in the Preaching Squad has been stuck here for quite a long time.]
[Compared with the earlier trials, this one is much more direct, without so many twists and turns, yet it's still so hard to get through.]
[When Amitabha Buddha sees this trial of ours, will he think his own people are all incompetent fools?]
Inside the Three Pure Ones Hall.
Upper Pure Master Tongtian raised his swordlike brows slightly.
Turtle Spirit Holy Mother was, after all, one of the Seven Little Ones Qingqing had taught, among the earliest followers of their eldest senior sister. This was exactly the performance she ought to give.
The turtle shell and the wellspring of the Dao ought to work together like this.
In the pits on the northern bank.
All five members of the Preaching Squad were lying there again.
They had made another attempt together, and it had ended in complete failure.
Sha Wujin lay in the middle pit.
He gazed into the void.
The Seven Severing Sword had slashed fine lines all across it.
He stared for a long time.
Then, suddenly, he chuckled.
The chuckle made him cough up a mouthful of blood.
"Old Killer?"
Zhu Bajie turned his head in the neighboring pit.
"Have you gone mad again?"
"No."
Sha Wujin spoke.
"I've figured it out."
"Figured what out?"
"We've been attacking the wrong thing all along."
At those words.
The Preaching Squad members in the other pits all stirred.
Sun Wukong pulled his head out of the sand.
"Explain it clearly."
"My brain hasn't finished growing back yet. I don't want to think."
"All right."
Sha Wujin braced his hands against the edge of