The moment the last petal of the Chaos Green Lotus withered, the entire Chaos Sea fell into a dead silence. The residual flames on Nezha’s Wind and Fire Wheels froze into ice crystals, and the thirty-six Great Dao chains bound by his Universal Heaven Ribbon suddenly recoiled, reflecting the dying phantom of the Primordial Origin Patriarch—the Primordial World held in His palm was turning into wisps of green smoke, merging into the flames of the Tribulation!
"This Lotus Platform..." Sun Wukong retreated rapidly, hanging upside down on his Somersault Cloud, his Ruyi Jingu Bang stirring three thousand Dao Charms into a defensive barrier. On the shaft of the staff, the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper suddenly manifested the scene of the Creation: the trajectory of the Pangu Axe’s strike perfectly aligned with the patterns of the withering lotus!
Xiaotian Hound transformed into his humanoid form and lunged toward the lotus heart. From the void fissures shattered by his claws, the mournful cries of the Black Tortoise surged forth. As the green light touched the withered Lotus Platform, the entire lotus suddenly contracted into a cocoon. On the surface of the shell appeared the final memories of the Primordial Origin Patriarch: the young Origin Patriarch plunged half of a God-Slaying Spear Tip into his own brow, the inscription on the spear reading clearly: "The Primordial World is but a vessel for my Tribulation."
Chapter 350