At the moment the Five-Color Strange Lotus bloomed, the firmament of the newly born Primordial World was torn by five fissures. The filth of Guixu, spewing from the Black Lotus, condensed into the base of a millstone. Nezha, riding his shattered Wind and Fire Wheels, streaked past, and the Spirit Pearl fragments wrapped in the Universal Heaven Ribbon suddenly erupted in sharp screams—it was the vengeful spirits from the initial Tribulation of the Dragon and Phoenix that were surging within that filth.
"Canshui Guiyuan!" Yang Jian, standing upon the wreckage of the Qingyuan Due Bridge, used his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade to draw the Celestial River into a reversal. The moment the blade touched the Golden Lotus, the essence blood of the Black Tortoise backfired along the blade, etching the patterns of a turtle shell onto his arm. The shell fragments drifting from where the Xiaotian Hound had dissipated suddenly resonated, forming the Hetu array patterns in the void, forcibly locking the Golden Lotus in the position of Kan.
Sun Wukong stirred the chaos with his Ruyi Jingu Bang, his Seventy-Two Avatars each brandishing a phantom of the Sea-Pacifying Divine Needle. "Leave the White Lotus to Old Sun!" The moment the tip of his staff touched the origin of Taisu, the totem on his right arm grew violently; the phantom of the Chaotic Demonic Ape manifested of its own accord, its eight arms tearing at the pure energy. The petals of the blooming White Lotus transformed into chain…
Chapter 389