When the bronze gate of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion was pierced through by the Ruyi Jingu Bang, one hundred thousand scrolls of fate-bamboo were turning into ash. Sun Wukong charged through the mist of Karma on his Somersault Cloud, but his Fiery Eyes of Truth were slashed by splinters of the bamboo, bleeding droplets of golden blood that coalesced upon hitting the ground into a Six-Eared Macaque embryo. "How bold!" He backhanded his staff, shattering a ten-foot jade rack. What rolled out from within was not bamboo scrolls, but the fragments of the Stone Fetus that had fallen from him back in the Bagua Furnace.
The Heavenly Secret Mirror at the top of the pavilion suddenly reflected six shadows of Wukong, each forming different mudras. A nursery rhyme about the Six-Eared Macaque seeped out from the mirror, its sound waves congealing into icy shackles that bound the Somersault Cloud. "Cheap tricks!" Wukong spat a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire. The moment the flames touched the mirror's surface, they burned a scene from the time when Nuwa mended the heavens into the void—embedded in a crack of the Five-Colored Stone was half of a Pangu eyelash!
The barking of the Xiaotian Hound echoed from outside the pavilion as a Bronze Chariot crushed twelve layers of restrictions. The blue light from Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye pierced the mirror surface, revealing a deeper secret within the world of the mirror: each of the six Wukong shadows was connected to a marriage thread, all of which…
Chapter 211