Clang!
The phantom Xuanyuan Sword seemed utterly illusory, yet rang out with the sound of metal.
"The Human Dao Rules can't stop it!"
Golden Cicada cried out, instantly losing his composure.
At the sight of this,
Manjushri Bodhisattva acted decisively. A vast army of Demonic Beasts, numbering in the hundreds of millions, stood like a mountain before the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
Riiip!
The kasaya was torn to shreds. The raging river and the Divine Song of Soul Burial descended upon the vast army of Demonic Beasts at the same time.
"These Demonic Beasts have no primordial spirits. They possess only the most primitive killing instincts and the source of the Devil Dao. So neither the rules of the water at Lingyun Crossing nor your Law of Burial can do anything to them."
"The Demon Sect poured immense effort into the Journey to the West and its Eighty-One Tribulations. Now, only you, Tang Sanzang, willingly plunging into the waters of Lingyun Crossing can make up for our losses."
"So you might as well die!"
"Attack!"
Manjushri Bodhisattva roared at Tang Sanzang, eyes blazing with murderous intent.
Some of the Demonic Beasts resisted the attack, while the rest—hideous beasts like killing machines—surged toward Tang Sanzang and his disciples.
"Is that so?"
"The Dao may rise a foot, but the Devil rises ten. Still, I refuse to believe it!"
"Flood Spirit Mountain and reverse all things!"
Tang Sanzang crooked his mouth and spoke with a mocking expression.
He hurled the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, the Travel Document, the Brocade Kasaya, and the Nine-Ringed Monk's Staff into Lingyun Crossing all at once. Terrifying magical power stirred the winds and clouds, and the river grew ever more violent.
"Funeral Dao Profound Coffin—bury everything!"
Tang Sanzang went all out.
Facing Manjushri Bodhisattva, he had no choice