Two sacred texts shine brightly in the sky, one in the southeast, the other in the northwest, calling out to the one in headless Zhu Zheng's hand.
But time and space are tightly locked, Zhu Yi asks.
No Buddha light connection allowed, no escape for the thief beyond the heavens!
In the mystical darkness, a sigh echoes—
"Alas."
This sigh seems to reach into the listener's heart. It sighs out endless past stories, sighs out boundless regrets!
The voice seems to resound beside the ears, yet appears to resonate in any place above the heavens and earth. Those with fate hear it, those without enter without a gate.
The voice says: "Since Spider Venerable chose this moment to act, you naturally recognize this poor monk, so why ask knowingly?"
Inside the body of headless Zhu Zheng, a kind of resonance is born.
