The hand seal formed by the Stone Fetus and the reassembling stars barely touched the rift, when a sigh from the depths of Mount Buzhou erupted like the thunder of creation. The radiance of Nezha’s Ziwei Emperor Star suddenly froze, and the Samadhi True Fire on his Wind and Fire Wheels remained in a leaping posture, no longer flickering. Ripples spread across the silver-blood barrier forming at Yang Jian’s fingertips, and his Heavenly Eye reflected the image of the Xiaotian Hound kneeling on the ground—its black canine claws were tearing at the rift of the Hungry Ghost Path.
"Has space-time... frozen?" Sun Wukong’s voice echoed from within the Stone Fetus, which had gathered the light of billions of stars. Cyan light pulsed from the Nuwa hand seal upon the surface of the Mending Heaven Stone. The golden patterns of his Somersault Cloud swirled beneath his feet, yet they were as still as a mosquito trapped in amber.
Debris from the shattering mountain hung suspended in mid-air, and the ferocious faces of the beings of the Hungry Ghost Path were locked into place like stone reliefs. A sudden, sharp pain pierced Yang Jian’s residual divine consciousness—his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear trembled of its own accord, and where the spearhead pointed, the majestic Mount Buzhou began to writhe like a living creature.
Chapter 164