The moment the twin lotuses bloomed, the fractured lands of the Primordial World collapsed like shifting sand. The demonic energy swallowed by the Black Lotus condensed into three thousand chains, dragging the crumbling Thirty-Three Heavens toward the Lotus Platform. The mysterious light emitted by the blossoming Gold Lotus transformed into billions of threads, stitching together the fissures of the netherworld. Nezha’s remaining left arm suddenly spiraled out of control; bronze roots pierced the lotus petals, and dark golden divine blood flowed backward along the veins, coalescing at the heart of the lotus into the youthful form of the Primordial Origin Patriarch. The youth’s lips curled into a smile, his fingertip tapping the air with the exact same motion he had used eons ago to teach Pangu how to split the heavens.
"Memories... they are fading!" Sun Wukong retreated rapidly, stepping on fragments of his Somersault Cloud as his Ruyi Jingu Bang churned star-sand into a protective barrier. The moment the staff touched the lotus fragrance, his Seventy-Two Transformations suddenly spiraled out of control. Memories of wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace were being ripped from his mind, dissolving into golden lotus pollen that drifted into the void. The Universal Heaven Ribbon suddenly wrapped around Nezha’s neck; in the reflections on its surface, the faces of the Jiejiao disciples who had slit their own throats upon the Conferment of the Gods platform were gradually blurrin…
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