Nezha scattered his soul to reignite the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, forever guarding the entrance to Guixu. Yang Jian gouged out his eyes to hang in the heavens, his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade transforming into a celestial instrument of oversight. Before the Xiaotian Hound vanished, clutching a blood-stained swaddling cloth, it buried an Ancestral Dragon Reverse Scale atop Flower-Fruit Mountain. Five hundred years later, a golden-eyed Little Monkey crawled out from a fissure in the rock, holding half a Mending Heaven Stone inscribed with the characters "Qitian."
Twelve altars of the ancestors rose from the ocean floor. From the torchfire first ignited by the Suiren clan, a Golden Crow flew forth, its talons clutching a wordless heavenly book—the purified essence of the original Investiture of the Gods. Meanwhile, the prophecy Yang Jian had carved into the reef before he dissolved slowly emerged, washed clean by the tides: "When the Heavenly Dao completes its cycle, the stubborn stone shall once again ascend to the heavens."
As the Chaos Green Lotus bloomed in its entirety, the scene of the Primordial World's inception appeared in its heart: Nuwa cast the final Mending Heaven Stone toward the East Sea, sealing within it the ultimate weapon to combat inner demons. Mount Buzhou, into which Sun Wukong had transformed, suddenly trembled, and golden spring water gushed from its fissures—it was the pure Truth Water of the World, formed from the soul of Yaoji. Wherever the spring water flowed, the lands blighted by demonic energy were restored to life; the withered Flat-Peach Mother Tree sprouted new buds, and the cores of the immortal peaches growing on its branches were each embedded with the characters "Qitian."
The Red Lotus Karmic Fire, born from the scattering of Nezha’s soul, suddenly split, and each lotus petal birthed a pure spirit. These spirits descended to earth and became human, each bearing a red lotus mark on their foreheads. The kingdom they founded engraved the principle of "equality for all living beings" into their bloodline. Yang Jian’s Sun and Moon Eyes hung high in the sky; the moonlight could pierce the darkness of human hearts, while the sunlight could burn away the injustices of the world. The instrument of oversight, transformed from the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade, wandered the Three Realms, and whenever a violation of the Heavenly Dao occurred, the corresponding celestial law would manifest upon its surface.
In the deepest depths of Guixu, the suppressed remains of Hongjun suddenly opened a single eye, reflecting the retreating figure of the Xiaotian Hound. The blood-stained swaddling cloth slowly unfurled, bearing a message written in the divine blood of Empress Nüwa: "The Heavenly Dao consists of fifty, of which one escapes." Five hundred years later, the newborn Little Monkey of Flower-Fruit Mountain, while at play, accidentally discovered the Ancestral Dragon Reverse Scale. The illusions reflected in the scale showed that when the seven-colored peach forest bloomed across the four major continents, the Chaos Green Lotus would reappear in the world.
A crystal monument suddenly rose from the seabed, its inscription written in the essence and blood of one hundred thousand sea clans: "The Day of the Great Sage’s Return is the Twilight of the Gods." Within the ruins of the Thirty-Three Heavens, the half-scroll of the original Investiture of the Gods began to squirm, and the purified names twisted once more, coalescing into a brand-new title—"Great Sage Equal to Heaven."
When the roots of the seven-colored peach forest pierced through the ruins of the Thirty-Three Heavens, the withered Flat-Peach Mother Tree suddenly burst forth with new branches. The immortal peaches that fell from these branches transformed into human form upon hitting the ground; these peach-spirit children bore golden markings on their foreheads and could recite the new heavenly laws the moment they spoke. They traveled the Three Realms brandishing peachwood swords, and wherever the blades pointed, the soil soaked in the Truth Water of the World sprouted spiritual moss that resisted demonic energy—the flickering luminescence on the moss was the stardust shed by Yang Jian’s Sun and Moon Eyes!
The Red Lotus Karmic Fire, transformed from Nezha’s soul, blazed at the entrance of Guixu, each petal reflecting a burning star. The wordless heavenly book brought by the Golden Crow suddenly unfolded, its pages turning into flowing light that merged into the heart of the lotus, gradually coalescing into the "Canon of All Spirits." This canon was wordless, yet when any living being touched it, the cultivation method most suited to them would naturally emerge in their heart. In the human kingdom where the people bore red lotus marks, a young child reached out to pluck a star, and the starlight coalesced in his palm into a miniature Universal Heaven Ribbon!
The crystal monument on the seabed cracked, and the characters for "Twilight of the Gods" rose into the sky as a blood dragon. As the dragon coiled around Mount Buzhou, a thunderous heartbeat emanated from the mountain that was Sun Wukong, and the shaken rocks coalesced in midair into forty-eight thousand stone monkeys. These spirit monkeys, their eyes shimmering with golden light and wielding peach branches as weapons, swept away all demonic energy attempting to approach Guixu—their staff techniques were identical to those used during the havoc in the Heavenly Palace long ago.
Deep within the ruins of the Thirty-Three Heavens, golden nectar seeped from the half-scroll of the Investiture of the Gods. The purified names writhed like living things, and the four characters "Great Sage Equal to Heaven" finally broke free from the jade scroll, transforming into a war banner that stood tall between heaven and earth atop Flower-Fruit Mountain. As the banner fluttered, the reef clusters along the East Sea coast suddenly levitated and reorganized, forming a massive stone chair—inscribed on the back was a line of ancient demonic script: "Let the virtuous occupy it; let the lawless perish."
The Ancestral Dragon Reverse Scale, buried by the Xiaotian Hound before it vanished, suddenly broke through the soil, reflecting a vision of the future: five hundred years later, the Little Monkey held a fragment of the Mending Heaven Stone, standing side-by-side with a young girl bearing a red lotus mark. The ground beneath their feet suddenly split, and what surged forth was not magma, but the roots of the Chaos Green Lotus! As the girl’s fingertips touched the roots, countless ancient cultivation methods flowed directly into the Little Monkey’s consciousness, including the complete inheritance of the Eight-Nine Profound Art and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
The single eye of Hongjun’s remains suddenly burst, and the expelled eyeball transformed into a blood-colored moon hanging in the sky. The moonlight shone upon the red lotus at the Guixu entrance, catalyzing the growth of a twin-lotus. As the twin-lotus bloomed, the phantom of Nezha and the soul of Madam Yin embraced and smiled. This scene was reflected in Yang Jian’s Sun and Moon Eyes, and the moonlight suddenly grew as gentle as water, revealing all the memories Yaoji had buried at the foot of Mount Buzhou before she dissipated: it turned out that when her soul was extracted to mend the heavens, she had hidden a wisp of her essence within the Sea-Pacifying Divine Needle, which had led to Sun Wukong’s subsequent awakening!
The twelve ancestral altars on the seabed suddenly resonated, and a phoenix bathed in fire flew from the torchfire of the Suiren clan. As the phoenix’s cry echoed throughout the Three Realms, all the human descendants bearing the red lotus mark looked up simultaneously—the lotus flowers on their foreheads flew out, coalescing in the sky into a massive ruler that spanned the heavens. The instrument of oversight transformed from Yang Jian’s blade merged with it, and on its surface appeared the new heavenly law written by the collective will of all living beings: "All spirits have their measure; the Great Dao is formless."
And at the withered roots of the Chaos Green Lotus, a single drop of green dew fell silently. What was reflected in the dew was neither the past nor the future, but the back of a young girl molding figures out of clay—the Five-Colored Stone in her hand was resonating with the fragment held by the Little Monkey on Flower-Fruit Mountain.