The residual roots of the Mother Tree coiled like venomous pythons around the newborn ley lines, draining the spiritual energy of the earth until the vines withered into a jaundiced hue. Nezha sped across the mountain ridges, his feet perched on the Wind and Fire Wheels. Wherever the phantom shadow of his Green Lotus swept, the vines suddenly sprouted Flat Peaches covered in black spots—and the instant the rinds split, foul-smelling rot erupted like a rain of arrows! "Clear this away for me!" Nezha thrust his Fire-Tip Spear into the heart of the chaos fire and cast it into the lotus center. The Twenty-Four-Grade Lotus bloomed with a roar, only to turn demonic the moment it touched the black spots. As the lotus petals curled inward, the savage face of Yuanshi Tianzun emerged from the center, spitting out the foul Yuqing Immortal Light: "Wretched disciple... you were nothing more than nourishment from the start!"
Yang Jian’s silver blood condensed into a massive sword, which he brought down upon the root system. The moment the blade severed the primary root, the foul Yaochi water gushing from the wound condensed into the phantom corpse of the Queen Mother of the West! "My Lady... you have become a puppet after all..." The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade pierced the spirit of the corpse, and the stagnant water suddenly boiled, hardening into three thousand peach-wood spikes, their tips gleaming with the Yuqing Immortal Light of Yuanshi Tianzun. The Xiaotian Hound transformed i…
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