The array patterns on the surrounding walls slowly lit up, forming a large array. The earthen-yellow light flowed over the array, creating nine thick paths of light converging from all directions toward the big cauldron, meeting at the bottom of the cauldron.
Boom~ A dense earthen-yellow flame rose from beneath the cauldron, enveloping the entire cauldron.
Inside the cauldron, Tang Sanzang fell to the bottom, surrounded by darkness filled with deathly stillness, when suddenly the walls of the cauldron lit up, and mysterious runes appeared one after another on the inner walls of the cauldron.
A shock went through Tang Sanzang's heart, and he quickly looked around, feeling uneasy. Could it be that the poor monk will die here today? No! The poor monk must not die.
He stretched out his hands and banged against the cauldron wall, shouting loudly, "Old man, old grandpa, old ancestor, the poor monk cannot die! The poor monk still has to obtain the scriptures, please spare me!"
