The Journey West Was About to Pick Up Speed (Second Day of the Lunar New Year)

Why had the Heavenly Court, despite guarding Chang'an to the death, kept letting Reincarnators playing the Scripture-Seekers escape?

Why had the Sutra-Protecting Faction on Spirit Mountain suddenly turned against the Reincarnator team halfway through?

Why could they gain the inheritance simply by holding those relics, and use part of their cultivation only while holding them?

Why had Yuan Shoucheng appeared in Chang'an at precisely that moment and immediately sought them out, unafraid of alerting his quarry?

All the questions and inconsistencies along the way surfaced, along with the things Taibai Jinxing had neither tried to conceal nor laid bare.

Under Meng Qi's gaze, Su Lin drew the Nine-Ring Tin Staff and Brocade Kasaya into his hands, then opened a portal once more and placed them in the Moon World.

Su Lin's eyes widened slightly. In a daze, he saw a golden cicada shatter and dissolve.

He frowned and looked deeper.

But this time...

He saw a handsome monk whose soul had long since been extinguished beyond all hope of repair, leaving only his will and battered body.

The monk remained there, beyond the erosion of time: neither born nor destroyed, neither defiled nor pure, neither illusory nor real.

His hands pressed together, scenes of past and present lives flickered in his ash-dead eyes, along with...

His final sorrowful vow.

Tang Seng and his disciples had been ambushed outside Spirit Mountain. Even their identities had been extracted by some unknown means and fashioned into mission items for the Reincarnation Space alongside those relics.

Even so, that indirectly proved these weapons of inheritance did far more than pass down cultivation and divine abilities.

He went on, "From the moment you chose your identities, those above probably knew about you. Huasheng Temple at the beginning wasn't just the Reincarnation Space's arrangement. It