The mournful tolling of the Donghuang Bell pierced through the Thirty-Three Heavens as a river of blood-red stars cascaded from the void. Sun Wukong, gripping the Heaven-Opening Axe, strode across the waves. The fire-phoenix crest, manifested from his Somersault Cloud, burned upon his right arm. "Old Sun shall see just what kind of ancients this broken bell can summon!"
The moment the axe blade cleaved through the waves of blood, the restless souls of the Lich Tribulation coalesced into physical form. The lingering spirit of Dijun clutched the Hetu and Luoshu, while the phantom of Taiyi hovered above the Donghuang Bell. The skeletal remains of a hundred thousand demon soldiers slammed into the embryonic membrane of the nascent universe.
Nezha, standing upon his reignited Wind and Fire Wheels, drove the Green Lotus Roots deep into the blood-red starry river. "Yang Jian, protect the Heavenly River Weak Water!"
Chapter 173