The altar on the seabed erupted with a thunderous roar. Crimson blood gushed from the fissures of Guixu, coalescing into a hundred-mile-wide Pangu blood pool. The stone statues of the Twelve Ancestral Witches floated amidst the bloody waves, while roots of Chaos extended from the seven orifices of each statue, greedily siphoning the essence of the pool. Nezha sped across the surface on his Wind and Fire Wheels, the Karmic Fire upon them stained ink-black by the miasma. Seizing the moment, the Black Lotus incarnation broke free from its shackles, refining the Spirit Pearl Fragments into three hundred and sixty blood diamonds of the Wu Clan.
"The blood pool is reshaping the true bodies of the Ancestral Witches!" Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye pierced the blood mist with silver light, catching sight of muscle and sinew knitting together within the stone statue of Gonggong. Xiaotian Hound suddenly lunged at the pool with frantic abandon, its fangs biting into the ankle of the Zhurong statue, only for its lower jaw to be seared through by magma-like blood. As the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade cleaved through the bloody waves, the Yinglong crest on the blade detached, transforming into a living dragon that plunged into the depths. Through the breach torn by the dragon’s claws, the earthly soul of Yaoji, bound in blood chains, was chillingly revealed.
Sun Wukong’s Somersault Cloud transformed into a golden vortex, churning the blood pool to stall the resurrection of the Ancestral Wit…
Chapter 33