As the teardrop shed by the youthful Primordial Origin Patriarch fell into the void, the entire Chaos Sea fell into sudden silence. Nezha’s remaining left arm spasmed, and the bronze roots within it uncontrollably pierced the droplet. The moment the roots touched the surface of the liquid, dark golden divine blood surged backward, condensing into the phantoms of three thousand demon gods within the void. Each demon god had half a God-Slaying Spear Tip embedded in their brow, and the mournful wails they issued in unison resonated perfectly with the roars of Kun!
"This tear... it’s poison!" Sun Wukong retreated rapidly, stepping on fragments of his Somersault Cloud as his Ruyi Jingu Bang churned three hundred miles of star sand into a defensive barrier. When the staff touched the ripples caused by the teardrop, the phantom of the Chaotic Demonic Ape suddenly clutched its head and shrieked—a fissure split open on its chest, and on the surface of the half-lotus seed pulsing within, blood-weeping inscriptions emerged: "Hongmeng weeps, ten thousand tribulations awaken."
The petrified remains of Yang Jian, stone-cold up to his throat, suddenly erupted with green light, and a Golden Net formed from fragments of his Heavenly Eye cast itself over the veil of tears. When the net touched the three-thousandth demon god phantom, the entire void suddenly turned transparent—deep within the teardrop churned concentrated resentment from the demon gods, each bubble of malice imprisoning the s…
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