The instant the blood-red covenant enveloped the Three Realms, the Wind and Fire Wheels beneath Nezha's feet erupted into a furious blaze. Green Lotus Roots sprouted from his ankles and plunged into the patterns of the covenant: "This blood covenant is draining the seven emotions of all living beings!" The moment the lotus stems touched the clauses, the phantom image of the Twenty-Four-Grade Lotus Platform shattered with a thunderous roar, every lotus petal reflecting the blood-red seal script characters: "Yang Jian, Slayer of Saints."
Yang Jian's silver hair stood on end as his Heavenly Eye burst forth with a cascading waterfall of galactic light. His gaze pierced through thousands of layers of the covenant, illuminating half of a Sage's scalp floating at its origin—the Jade Disk fragments entwined among the strands of hair were releasing chaotic malevolent aura: "Hongjun... to think you forged your own scalp into the shackles of the Heavenly Dao..."
The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear shattered the clauses lunging at him, the silver blood on its tip congealing into a scene of Yaoji mending the heavens. In the vision, Nuwa's right hand resting upon the Five-Colored Stone was quietly undoing half a broken green lotus chain.
Chapter 180