Pulling Primordial World stars one by one into the coffin. Nezha stepped on the Wind and Fire Wheels, skimming past the edge of the coffin. The black lotus bursting from the tip of the God-Slaying Spear had not yet touched the coffin wall before the chaotic turbid Qi corroded it into ash. The lotus petal fragments fell into the coffin, transforming unexpectedly into a miniature version of the Primordial World realm.
"This coffin is devouring the heavens!" The remnant body petrified up to Yang Jian's brow suddenly split open, the fragments of his Heavenly Eye condensing into golden light chains. The instant the chains wrapped around the coffin lid, the faces of Hongjun on the palm of the Demon God "Xu" sneered in unison. The phantom of the youthful Dao Ancestor swept his Dust Whisk lightly, and the Thirty-Three Heavens collapsed like a sandcastle. The coiling dragon pillars of the Hall of Miraculous Mist snapped inch by inch, and the Jade Emperor's crown fell into the coffin, turning into a new sacrifice.
Sun Wukong stirred the stars of the firmament with the Ruyi Jingu Bang, but the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper on the staff suddenly shifted positions. The blood-red South Heavenly Gate plaque transformed into a fanged giant maw that bit and swallowed the Somersault Cloud whole. The moment his Demonic Ape true form appeared, the chaotic turbid Qi condensed into fetters, locking Wukong's four limbs and nailing them to the surface of the coffin. The instant the staff touched t…
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