The Samsara Disc of the Six Paths shattered with a thunderous roar, bronze fragments cloaked in Meng Po soup spraying toward the Ninth Heaven. Nezha, his feet treading the Wind and Fire Wheels, streaked past the churning Sea of Reincarnation. The icy light of the Yin Wheel froze three thousand miles of liquid falls, yet the scorching flames of the Yang Wheel recoiled violently upon touching the vapor—within the fire, the memories of countless reincarnations emerged: scholars failing every life, soldiers eternally trapped on the battlefield, cultivators destined to be consumed by inner demons! "Change it for me!" The Green Lotus Root System erupted from his body, entangling the fragments of the cauldron to weave a Net of Samsara, each mesh reflecting a different path of afterlife. Suddenly, a weeping sound from an old woman drifted from the net; a soup ladle shattered the ice, and the mangled remains of Meng Po crawled from the sea—from her seven orifices sprouted the branches of the Mother Tree!
Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye split the vapor with a silver light, illuminating the depths of the Sea of Reincarnation: one hundred thousand ghost soldiers, their spines pierced by roots, were busy refining souls into fertilizer to feed the Mother Tree. The Xiaotian Hound transformed into a bolt of silver lightning, tearing at the chains of the ghost soldiers; the characters for "Sheng" engraved on its fangs suddenly erupted with the Qing Qi of Kunlun—what gushed from the broken chains we…
Chapter 115