Yaoji’s reincarnated form rose from the Well of Samsara, treading upon the long silver steps of the Milky Way. The cold light shimmering from the God-Slaying Spear Tip in her hand traced a trajectory identical to that of the Mending Heaven days of old. Yang Jian’s silver armor shattered, and the blood trickling from his Heavenly Eye condensed into two characters in the void: "Qingyuan." "Mother... do you truly mean to kill your son?" The moment the spear’s shadow pierced the bloody characters, a green light—the brand of Hongjun—flashed deep within Yaoji’s pupils. Her spear technique shifted abruptly; three thousand spear beams transformed into the shadow of Pangu’s Heaven-Opening Axe, cleaving the Heavenly River Weak Water in two!
The embers of Nezha’s Emperor Star suddenly reignited, and the light of the Ziwei star coalesced into a barrier to block the spear’s momentum. "Yang Jian... her spirit is shackled!" Under the starlight, a blood-red lotus brand emerged on Yaoji’s brow, each petal etched with the "Yuxu Soul-Suppressing" mantra. Sun Wukong, astride his Somersault Cloud, burst forth from a crack in the Nine Serenities, his Ruyi Jingu Bang churning the turbid qi of the Yellow Springs as he struck at the brand. "The dirty hands of that old hag... shatter for me!" The instant the staff touched the lotus seal, the Well of Samsara erupted with a ten-thousand-foot wave of blood, the crest of which carried the vengeful spirits of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, lunging toward t…
Chapter 162