Cyan light poured from his right eye like a cascading galaxy, and wherever it touched, the collapsing Thirty-Three Heavens began to restructure. Nezha stepped upon the burning fragments of his Wind and Fire Wheels as Green Lotus Roots anchored themselves into the periphery of the pupil. "This light... it is reshaping the laws of the Heavenly Dao!" The Lotus Platform grew frantically to two hundred and sixteen petals, yet its stalks were crushed inch by inch by the creative pressure contained within the cyan light, scattering the charred petals into stardust.
Yang Jian’s silver hair dipped into the long river of cyan light, and the blood cascading from his Heavenly Eye condensed into the epic of the Primordial World. Each ancient seal written in silver blood offset a portion of the pressure: "At the dawn of the ancient past, who passed down the Dao... in the dark and murky void, who could fathom its depths..." As he wrote the four characters for "Nuwa Refines the Stones," the bloody script suddenly reversed—a scene of Hongmeng emerged within the cyan light: Hongjun was piercing the Five-Colored Stone with half an eyelash, and the soul of Yaoji was being refined into the mortar to patch the sky.
"Mother... so this is the reason for your blood-stained tears..." The Judicial True Lord wept tears of black blood from his double pupils. His Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear pierced his own chest, and his silver blood condensed into a phantom of Yaoji patching the sky. The woman’s p…
Chapter 193