Petrification patterns spread across the Three Realms like a plague. The golden bricks of the South Heavenly Gate turned into grayish-white rock strata, and the waters of Yaochi froze into emerald-like crystal clusters. Yang Jian's silver armor cracked inch by inch, and beads of blood flowing from his Heavenly Eye congealed into ice crystals, plunging into the void. With a backhand motion, he drove the God-Slaying Spear into the ridge of Kunlun, the spearhead lifting the last trace of silver blood: "Xiaotian... take Mother and go!" The silver-haired youth transformed into his true form as a giant hound, seized the time amber sealing Yaoji's remnant soul in his jaws, and charged deep into the Samsara well—just as his canine teeth tore through the seal at the well's mouth, the petrification patterns had already crawled onto the surface of the amber!
Nezha's Wind and Fire Wheels burst beneath his feet into Yin and Yang Qi, and the Twenty-Four-Grade Lotus Platform closed layer by layer. The lotus petals wrapped around the Spirit Pearl Origin, forcibly propping up a tiny patch of pure land amidst the petrified tide: "Big Brother Monkey... guard the divine spark..." The Fire-Tip Spear pierced his own chest, injecting his final primordial spirit into the lotus heart. Suddenly, Pangu's left eye opened in the center of the lotus platform, its pupillary light piercing the solidified space-time of the Thirty-Three Heavens to illuminate the embryo of a new world pulsing within Chaos!
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Chapter 142