The moment the Chaos Green Lotus roots entangled The Overseer, the vortex formed by the force of zero-point returned to a sudden stillness. Nezha, his feet treading upon the shards of his Wind and Fire Wheels, felt the Green Lotus roots erupt from his own eye sockets. "Stone Monkey, pour your blood!"
Sun Wukong’s left arm shattered as the totem of the Twelve Ancestral Witches exploded, the Chaos Primordial Stone condensing into a sharp blade to slice his palm open. The moment his golden blood splashed onto the lotus bud, the Twenty-Four-Grade Lotus Platform bloomed with a deafening roar, each petal reflecting the phantom image of Pangu opening the heavens.
"Mother... is this what it means to return to the source?" Yang Jian’s silver blood condensed into a Celestial River, pouring into the base of the lotus. Within the bloody water, the soul of Yaoji suddenly coalesced. Her slender fingers pressed against The Overseer’s brow. "Jian’er, watch closely—"
Chapter 174