As the Xiaotian Hound swallowed the cicada shell, the Heavenly River Weak Water suddenly crystallized into ice. Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye shot a beam of green light through the hound’s belly, revealing golden Sanskrit characters emerging on the surface of the cocoon—the words "Thus have I heard" were seeping out with Buddha-blood as the hound's teeth trembled. "No!" The moment Yang Jian’s Three-pointed Double-edged Blade struck toward the hound’s neck, the tolling of a bell from five hundred years in the future echoed from within the cocoon, shaking all the shards of the Donghuang Bell off Nezha’s Wind and Fire Wheels!
"Master... it hurts..." The Xiaotian Hound’s human form suddenly collapsed, and twelve pairs of bronze wings rapidly retracted into a cocoon. The Sanskrit characters of the Diamond Sutra on the surface of the cocoon suddenly flowed in reverse, coalescing in the void into the phantom of Jieyin. Sun Wukong’s Ruyi Jingu Bang shattered the Sanskrit chains, but the tip of the rod hooked a piece of cicada wing—the membrane was engraved with a blood curse of the Wu Clan that read, "The Eastward Spread of the Buddha-Dharma."
Nezha rode his reconstructed Wind and Fire Wheels forward, the Universal Heaven Ribbon binding the golden cocoon: "This cicada shell is an object of Lingshan!" The Hetu pattern on the ribbon suddenly distorted, projecting an ancient scene: Jieyin was refining half of a Pangu eyelash into a golden cicada, the molted skin stained with the essence bl…
Chapter 217