When Jiang Ziya’s fishing rod bent into a full moon, it was not a fish that emerged from the galactic vortex, but the bloated half-corpse of a Hongjun avatar. On the scrap of the Investiture of the Gods clutched in the corpse's right hand, the characters for "Tongtian" were seeping with the demonic blood of Luohou, staining the fishing line a deep, bruised black. "Dao Ancestor... is this your Tribulation?" Jiang Ziya’s white beard stirred without a breeze. The tip of his fishing rod suddenly split open, and three hundred and sixty rays of golden light from the Investiture of the Gods burst forth, plunging entirely into the crown of the corpse's head.
Nezha swept across the void, his Wind and Fire Wheels spinning, as the fishing line tangled in his Universal Heaven Ribbon suddenly grew violently in length. The moment the star-patterned fabric of the ribbon touched the "Tongtian" characters, a phantom image of Biyou Palace rose from the scrap—inside the palace walls, three hundred and sixty immortal swords unsheathed in unison, their tips pointing directly toward Yuxu Palace. "Old man Yuanshi!" The remnant soul of Master Tongtian manifested from the sword formation; the Qingping Sword he brandished raised not mere sword energy, but the devoured essences of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye pierced through the corpse with a green light, revealing an even more horrifying truth: a fragment of the God-Slaying Spear was embedded in the heart of Hongjun’s avata…
Chapter 238