The moment the Heavenly River Weak Water tore through the Thirty-Three Heavens, fragments of the firmament poured down like a torrential rain of glass. Nezha, riding his Wind and Fire Wheels, wove through the falling stellar debris, thrusting Green Lotus Roots into the dissipating clouds. "Yang Jian, plug the breach in the Xun position!" A Lotus Platform blossomed into seventy-two petals, catching the fleeing spirits, yet the purifying light was riddled with thousands of holes by the corrosive Weak Water.
Yang Jian’s silver hair flared like a galaxy, and the cascade of blood erupting from his Heavenly Eye solidified into a dam. The moment his silver blood touched the Weak Water, a sound like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts echoed through the void. "Xiaotian, transform!" The youth in black responded, shifting into a black hound a hundred feet tall. His teeth clamped onto the collapsing cloud base, though his spine was scorched by the Weak Water until the white bone shone through.
"Old Sun is here!" Sun Wukong swallowed the essence of the Mending Heaven Stone, and his true form as a stone monkey surged to a thousand feet. The Chaos Primordial Stone shrieked within his heart, cracks spreading from his chest to his limbs, each fissure erupting with liquid Five-Colored Stone. "Give it to me—seal!"
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