The four poles of Kunlun suddenly fractured, cracks spanning ten thousand fathoms. As the four malevolent swords burst from the earth, the entire immortal mountain groaned with the brittle sound of snapping bones. Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye swept a silver light over the Trapping Immortal Sword; the blade reflected the image of the Flat-Peach Mother Tree’s roots crushing the ley lines of Yuxu Palace like venomous pythons. Xiaotian Hound’s fangs tore at the roots coiled around the Immortal Execution Sword, its barks morphing into the mournful cries of the Twelve Golden Immortals: "Master... what a ruthless scheme!" As silver blood seeped from the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade into the hilt, the sword suddenly inverted, revealing a vision of Yaoji, her shoulder blades pierced by iron chains, imprisoned at the heart of the formation—she was standing upon the discarded saintly skin of Yuanshi Tianzun!
Nezha’s Wind and Fire Wheels shattered; the Yin Wheel froze the malevolent aura erupting from the Trapping Immortal Sword, while the Yang Wheel resonated with the Chaos fire bursting from the Trapping Immortal Sword. The Green Lotus Banner unfurled behind him, the heart of the lotus reflecting the depths of the sword guard: half a Chaos Lotus Seed was inhaling the breath of the Tribulation. "So the lotus seed Master gave me was the key to the formation!" As the Fire-Tip Spear touched the hilt, black Dao Patterns crawled across his right arm, and the memories Taiyi Zhenren had seale…
Chapter 122