The moment the wordless Investiture of the Gods descended, the Green Lotus at Nezha’s fingertips suddenly withered. The Wind and Fire Wheels brand on his ankles ignited with Samadhi True Fire, scorching the hem of the white-haired youth’s robes into a pattern of constellations. "This decay... it is devouring the source of the Green Lotus!"
Sun Wukong’s true Stone Fetus form hunched and curled, the Mending Heaven Stone at his heart pulsing violently. The phoenix patterns formed by his Somersault Cloud roamed across his back, every cloud-scale engraved with the ancient seal for "Sea-Pacifying": "Three-eyes, your silver hair is frosting over!"
Yang Jian leaned against the pillar of Mount Buzhou, where his silver hair cascaded, Celestial River ice crystals began to condense. The Heavenly Eye Lotus Seal bloomed in his palm, his pupils reflecting the smile Yaoji wore before she vanished: "Mother... is this the price of creation?"
Chapter 177