The core of the Chaos Green Lotus erupted with Chaos breath, its lotus platform transforming into a nineteen-by-nineteen Go board. The residual soul phantoms of Hongjun and Luohou sat facing each other, playing a game. When their pieces fell onto the board, the sound they emitted was not that of metal and stone, but the wails of a Tribulation. As Sun Wukong stepped on his Somersault Cloud to get a closer look at the game, the auspicious clouds beneath his feet were sliced into three thousand fragments by the Go lines, each fragment reflecting the tragic scenes of past Tribulations.
"The Lich Tribulation..."
Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye throbbed with pain, illuminating the scene where the black piece transformed into Donghuang Taiyi's self-detonation, while the white piece represented the weeping, blood-soaked true spirits of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Suspended at the tengyuan center of the board were fragments of Mount Buzhou, sealing within them Gonggong's final roar as he struck the pillar of heaven. Nezha's demonized Wind and Fire Wheels suddenly spun out of control, the chaotic demonic flames spewing from their axles condensing into the Solar True Fire of the Demon Emperor Jun, scorching the God-Slaying Spear Tip until the phantom of the God-Slaughtering Sword emerged upon it.
"The Investiture Tribulation!"
The silver armor of Xiaotian Hound's human form shattered entirely, revealing the Wu Clan battle markings across his back. A white piece flying from the northwest co…
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