Chapter 387

As the phantom of the Gate of Taisu emerged above Guixu, the Xiaotian Hound suddenly sank to its front paws. The turtle-shell markings across its body flickered erratically, and each scale began to peel away, revealing bleeding flesh beneath. "Master... the turtle shell is burning..." The black hound spat out half a fragment of oracle bone; upon it, the prophecy of "The Heavenly Pillar shall topple" was being incinerated by chaotic fire. Yang Jian drove his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade into the ground, wrapping his loyal hound in the silver radiance of his Heavenly Eye. "Hold on!" The moment he poured his Qingyuan Miaodao essence into the beast, the complete Hetu and Luoshu emerged on the hound's back. But the divinatory patterns were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye—with every symbol that vanished, a piece of the turtle shell crumbled into ash. "Woof!" The Xiaotian Hound suddenly leapt, crashing into the void, its fangs tearing open a fissure in the Gate of Taisu. As the Primordial Chaos essence surged forth, the group saw that the inner side of the gate was covered in jagged cracks—they were unmistakably the patterns of a Black Tortoise’s plastron. Nezha whipped out his Universal Heaven Ribbon, but even the Nine-Fold True Fire could not burn through the barrier formed by the solidified essence.