The reanimated soul felt an agonizing, skull-splitting pain as thousands of lifetimes of memories tore at his spirit like vipers. Nezha, his feet mounted on the Wind and Fire Wheels, swept across the shore of the East Sea. The Yin Wheel froze the fisherman who was howling and clutching his head, while the flames of the Yang Wheel burned toward the tangled threads of memory suspended in the air. A horrifying image flickered in the fire: the fisherman's previous incarnation was a disciple of Biyou Palace, refined and melted down during the Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods! "Freeze, all of you!" The Green Lotus Root System erupted from his body, entangling the torrential flood of memories that threatened to spiral out of control, but the Lotus Platform was consumed by a backlash, breaking into thousands of holes from which the remnants of past souls wrapped in Peach Wood Roots crawled out.
Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye split the mist of memories with silver light, illuminating the bottom of the Pool of Memory: the water was actually mixed with Yaochi nectar and the dregs of Meng Po’s soup! The Xiaotian Hound tore at the stone stele by the pool, and the word "Freedom" carved by its fangs suddenly erupted in blue light. In the reflection of the inscription, the Queen Mother was using a golden hairpin to tether the fates of all living beings to the roots of the Mother Tree! "A monstrous deception!" The tip of the God-Slaying Spear stirred the pool water, and where the silver …
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