Sun Wukong said nothing.
The Golden-Hooped Staff hovered above his palm, its golden light growing fiercer rather than fading.
He gripped the iron staff and slowly raised his hand. Golden light poured from the staff like a tide, sweeping outward and falling upon all the other members of the Preaching Squad.
It was neither an enhancement nor an infusion.
It was a brand.
The golden light entered their bodies without a sound.
The five felt only that a strand of reversal qi had appeared deep within their own Dao Resonance.
Only then did Sun Wukong speak, his voice calm. "Go ahead and attack."
"Neither your arts nor your spiritual treasures will be seized again."
The four members of the Preaching Squad froze.
Then light blazed in their eyes.
Zhu Bajie's High Immortal Dao foundation abruptly stirred, no longer restrained.
He strode forward, his Dao Resonance spreading without the slightest concealment.
A keen edge returned to Sha Wujin's deathly still eyes. The Moonlight Shovel rang in response and fell into his palm, his killing intent solidifying.
Little White Dragon stretched his draconic body. His Numinous Immortal power circulated without the slightest obstruction, passing freely between the principles of the arts.
Tang Sanzang established his Dao as an Upper Immortal. The sound of his Dao sank low, steady as a mountain, no longer fearing interference from false immortals.
The four moved together, their momentum transforming abruptly.
The deadlock that myriad laws had held so tightly seemed to thaw completely in that instant.
Upon the high platform, the Immortal Lord of Myriad Laws snorted coldly.
"Empty theatrics."
He raised his hand and unleashed his myriad-laws divine ability again.
Seizure.
The principles overhead formed a vortex, enveloping them once more to seize their spiritual treasures, gather their Dao Resonance, and swallow their immortal arts.