The remains of the Five-Color Strange Lotus suddenly erupted with chaotic essence fire, and Nezha, standing atop his reassembled Wind and Fire Wheels, shot into the sky. The Green Lotus Roots on his chest had already spread to his neck, and the God-Slaying Spear fragments wrapped in the Universal Heaven Ribbon emitted a bloodthirsty hum. "Old Man Primordial!" The red-ribboned youth’s pupils reflected a void fissure where the translucent figure of the Genesis Primordial Spirit was absorbing the spiritual energy of the newborn Primordial World.
Yang Jian’s Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade sliced through the chaos, its Heavenly Eye’s silver light locking onto the Primordial Spirit’s heart: "Southwest, Kun position!" Sun Wukong’s Somersault Cloud responded by transforming into a golden bridge, his Seventy-Two Avatars each wielding a phantom of the Ruyi Jingu Bang to seal off every retreat. The God-Slaying Spear fragments suddenly trembled on their own, and an ancient scene manifested on the spearhead: Pangu holding the Heaven-Opening Axe to study under his master.
"Now!" Nezha’s three-headed, six-armed manifestation surged, and the Spirit Pearl fragments on his chest fused into a blood-colored lotus mark. The God-Slaying Spear pierced through twelve layers of chaotic barriers. The moment the tip touched the Primordial Spirit's heart, time and space froze—in the memory displayed on the spear’s body, a young Pangu was gripping the master's finger to learn the technique of the Hea…
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