Marshal Canopy, listening to Xuanzang's words from the side, felt somewhat surprised.
He had met Golden Cicada before, but why had Golden Cicada's temperament changed so drastically after reincarnation? He no longer had that same steady, composed air.
The Golden Cicada of the past had not pursued such laws so intensely. His heart had been wholly devoted to Buddhist teachings.
Yet Xuanzang now rarely spoke of Buddhist teachings. Instead, he constantly discussed powerful strength, leaving Marshal Canopy somewhat puzzled.
Naturally, Marshal Canopy did not understand that Xuanzang rarely discussed Buddhist teachings because he knew they were merely a form. Buddhist teachings were not something to be spoken aloud, but something to be revealed through one's heart, merged into the Three Realms and transformed into an awe-inspiring force.
If you kept talking about Buddhist teachings, it was merely empty theorizing. Even if you talked about them for a lifetime, they would only be castles in the air, without any foundation, collapsing at the slightest touch.
Xuanzang had also come to understand many things. He knew that all things in the world were Dharma. As long as one felt and observed with one's heart, every single thing could be Buddhist teaching.
What Xuanzang pursued now was formidable power. Why did he seek it so fervently? Because he knew that if Dharma was to spread throughout the Three Realms, how could it be put into practice without powerful strength to support it?
The entire Three Realms was like a jungle. To survive within it, you needed to become strong. Otherwise, you could only become food for the strong, or a pawn in their hands, trampled and exploited by others without any power to strike back—let alone achieve what you wished for in your heart.
"Master Xuanzang, if you wish to become as powerful