The Chaos Cosmic Egg shattered with a deafening roar. Beneath Nezha’s feet, the Green Lotus Root System surged violently. The Yin Wheel transformed into the spine of Gonggong, piercing deep into the Ley Lines and freezing the surging chaos, while the Yang Wheel condensed into the heart-fire of Zhurong, incinerating the sky and forging the shattered Thirty-Three Heavens into the veins of a lotus leaf. "Hold still, you little bastards!" The Spirit Pearl mark erupted with the radiance of Pangu’s right eye; as the lotus petals unfurled, a phantom of Mount Buzhou rose from the Ley Lines, its massive body inscribed with the true history of the Primordial World, written in the souls of the Jiejiao disciples!
Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye poured out silver blood like a waterfall, the God-Slaying Axe cleaving through the Weak Water of the Celestial River. The moment the blood touched the chaos, fragments of Yaoji's Dressing Mirror emerged from the silver blood, their reflections refining the Weak Water into three thousand silver rivers. "Mother... help me..." His silver blood suddenly boiled, and as the Celestial River surged in reverse, the true spirits of the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared. Houtu lifted her slender hands, and the Well of Samsara rose from her palms; from its mouth crawled the thousands of beings once devoured by the Flat-Peach Mother Tree!
Sun Wukong swung his Ruyi Jingu Bang, churning the nebulae as the dust of the Mending Heaven Stone condensed into seventy-two se…
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