As the bronze door bolts of the East Gate melted into golden liquid, nine black suns had already risen to the zenith. Yang Jian's Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade shattered the seventh Golden Crow egg, and what burst from the shell was not a fledgling bird, but a fragmented memory of Yaoji bound to the Fusang Tree. "Mother..." The bloody tears streaming from his Heavenly Eye congealed into ice crystals, within which was sealed the very peach-mountain chain that had shattered when he cleft the mountain to save his mother.
Nezha rode his Wind and Fire Wheels trampling across the rebel formation, the true fire of the sun wrapped by the Universal Heaven Ribbon suddenly spinning out of control. Ten phantom images of three-legged Golden Crows manifested within the flames, the third foot of three among them matching Xiaotian Hound's newly grown golden foot in every detail. "Watch out!" His Fire-Tip Spear batted away a Golden Crow's left wing, its feathers falling to the earth to transform into burning skeletal remains of heavenly horses—each carcass carved with the witch script reading "Imperial Sun Divine Steed."
"Judicial True Lord!" Xiaotian Hound transformed into a Bronze Chariot that crashed through the black sun barrier, its third foot crushing the rebel altar. The altar bore offerings of none other than the bronze anklets Yaoji wore when she was bound, their inner walls densely carved with depictions of Houyi shooting down the suns. The instant Yang Jian's blade struck the …
Chapter 208