When the wordless Investiture of the Gods hung at the peak of Mount Buzhou, the Heavenly River Weak Water suddenly began to flow backward. Nezha, his Wind and Fire Wheels grinding falling star debris into dust, drove the Green Lotus Roots into the blank space of the scroll: "The stroke of this pen... it’s devouring the spiritual essence of the Three Realms!" The Lotus Platform bloomed with three hundred and sixty petals, each reflecting a terrifying sight—every inch of the blank void was wrapped in blood-red contracts, with each end tethered to the soul of a saint.
Yang Jian’s silver hair trailed into the vortex of Weak Water as the blood pouring from his Heavenly Eye condensed into a brush of creation. His gaze pierced through the illusions of the contracts, revealing that the very source of the scroll was half of Hongjun’s scalp. "Mother... is this what you meant by the shackles of the Heavenly Dao?" The Judicial True Lord suddenly hurled his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, shattering three contract chains. The fragment of Yaoji’s soul released by the impact gently brushed the tip of the brush: "Jian'er... use blood as your ink!"
Sun Wukong stirred the Chaos Primordial Stone with his Ruyi Jingu Bang, the "Freedom" inscription on its shaft blazing with light: "Old Sun is determined to leave his name on this wretched scroll!" He used fragments of Mending Heaven Stone to shape a stone brush and thrust it toward the scroll, but the moment it touched, the stone softened—spid…
Chapter 199