The moment the bronze key, fashioned from Yaoji’s soul, was inserted into the core of Mount Buzhou, the mountain’s roar of collapse sounded eerily like a sob. Xiaotian Hound shifted into the form of a young boy, his sharp claws tearing through the boulders crashing down upon them. "Master! There is a heartbeat coming from the mountain's belly!"
Yang Jian’s silver hair had turned entirely white, and the green lotus within his Heavenly Eye swayed, glowing brilliantly. His Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear swiped away the remaining Chaos Chains of The Overseer, the silver blood on the spear tip coalescing into the star-paths of the Hetu. "Mother... was this your final design?"
The Chaos Qi erupting from the mountain’s fissures suddenly froze. Nezha, his Wind and Fire Wheels spinning against the flow, thrust his right arm—entwined with Green Lotus Roots—into the rift. "Monkey, catch the origin of Pangu!"
Chapter 167