Gale-force winds tore through the firmament of the Taisu realm, and Yang Jian's petrified body had already transformed into a ten-thousand-li-long stone bridge. Nezha sped across the bridge deck on his Wind and Fire Wheels, his Fire-Tip Spear flicking away falling rubble to reveal golden seal script etched into every bluestone slab—Guangchengzi's "Heaven-Overturning," Taiyi Zhenren's "Creation"... The true incantations of the Twelve Golden Immortals flowed across the stones, weaving together into the Grand Myriad Stellars Formation.
"Qingyuan Miaodao True Lord has quite the ambition!" Sun Wukong hung upside down from his Somersault Cloud, his Ruyi Jingu Bang striking a bridge pier with a sound like a tolling bell. "Turning himself into a golden bridge to ferry the world saves Old Sun the trouble of plucking out my hairs." Before his voice even faded, the bridge shuddered violently, and twelve streams of Ancestral Witch vital blood spurted from the bridge piers, painting the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation chart across the void.
The Xiaotian Hound transformed into human form and lunged toward the head of the bridge, its ten fingers forming the Kunlun Demon-Sealing Seal. "My master's primordial spirit is still in the formation's eye!" Its canine ears suddenly pricked up, and Black Tortoise trigram markings flashed across its forehead. At the center of the formation chart, Yang Jian's petrified face wore an expression of agony, and silver radiance erupted from his Heavenly Eye, …
Chapter 383