The branches of the Flat-Peach Mother Tree rustled in the gale winds of the Nine Heavens, and three thousand humanoid fruits suddenly convulsed in unison. Sun Wukong, skimming over the canopy on his Somersault Cloud, swept aside the entangling vines with his Ruyi Jingu Bang, only to see the topmost fruit’s seven orifices split open. Amber-colored sap seeped out, identical to the ginseng fruit he had once seen at Wuzhuang Temple.
"Three-eyes! This fruit is frowning just like you!" The monkey reached out to poke the fruit’s brow, but a flash of silver light intercepted him. Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye glowed with clear radiance, his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade pinning the dripping sap before it could hit the ground. "Look at this drop." The amber liquid boiled on the blade, gradually coalescing into twelve shadows of Golden Immortals; the image of Chijingzi, one arm severed and clutching the Yin-Yang Mirror, was clearly among them.
The Wind and Fire Wheels beneath Nezha’s feet roared, their flames forcing back tree roots erupting from the earth. These gnarled roots were wrapped around half of a translucent skeleton, its left finger bone still wearing Yuanshi Tianzun’s jade ring. The Blue Lotus Flag flew from Nezha’s robe, the fabric suddenly displaying an image of Master Tongtian wielding the Qingping Sword to sever the Ley Lines. The sight so startled Nezha that he nearly dropped his Fire-Tip Spear.
Chapter 121