Deep within the East Sea vortex, a ten-thousand-foot swell erupted. The "Freedom" inscription on the surface of the Sea-Pacifying Divine Needle suddenly flaked away. Sun Wukong thrust his Ruyi Jingu Bang into the seafloor fissure, the Chaos Primordial Stone coiled around the staff’s shaft erupting in cyan light. "This damned needle is actually devouring the baleful aura of the Ancestral Witches!"
Seventy-two golden hoop phantoms bound the struggling remains of the Ancestral Witches. The fossilized spine of Gonggong suddenly opened its eyes, its serpent tail shattering three layers of the undersea mountain range. Beneath Nezha’s feet, the Wind and Fire Wheels ground through the boiling Weak Water, and Green Lotus Roots pierced the eye sockets of the remains. "Yang Jian, aim for its crown!"
Yang Jian’s silver hair trailed into the vortex, the silver river of light erupting from his Heavenly Eye scouring the remains. His gaze pierced through ten millennia of sediment, illuminating a half-eyelash embedded in the crevices of the spinal vertebrae—the pattern of the lash matched the Sea-Pacifying Divine Needle perfectly. "So, the so-called 'Sea-Pacifying' ... is actually Pangu’s eyelash!"
Chapter 181