When the left claw of the Black Tortoise pierced through the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Heavenly River Weak Water flooded back into the Nine Serenities. Nezha retreated rapidly, his Wind and Fire Wheels in ruins, while the Universal Heaven Ribbon snagged on the barbs rising around the vertical pupil in the center of the claw. The surface of the ribbon was instantly riddled with thousands of holes, corroded by the turbid Chaos Demonic Qi. Yang Jian’s petrified torso, hardened up to his chest, suddenly shattered. Fragments of his Heavenly Eye coalesced into a golden rain of stars, tracing a map of human bloodlines in the void that perfectly aligned with the patterns on the Bronze Coffin of Guixu!
"This tortoise pattern is devouring the foundation of the Dao!" Sun Wukong, skimming over the gaps in the claw on his Somersault Cloud, brandished the Ruyi Jingu Bang, stirring up a ten-thousand-mile cyclone of chaos. The Seven Stars of the Big Dipper on the staff suddenly shifted, the star of Tianquan aligning precisely with a vortex of turbid energy surging within the claw pattern—and deep within that vortex floated the blood-stained, severed half of an Immortal Execution Sword!
The Xiaotian Hound assumed human form and leapt onto the back of the claw, a green light erupting from the Azure Dragon pearl in his palm. As the light illuminated the seventh crack in the tortoise pattern, the group was horrified to see the true body of Mount Buzhou sleeping within the fissure—the peak Gong…
Chapter 352