Chapter 393

The moment the White Lotus bloomed, the phantom of the Gate of Taisu solidified. The turtle-shell patterns flowing across the surface of the doors suddenly activated, locking perfectly with the Qingyuan Dao marks on Yang Jian’s arm. Sun Wukong’s crystallized right arm punched through the gap in the doors. As the seed of the Chaos Green Lotus drifted down, seventy-two monkey-hair pillars erupted in cyan light simultaneously. "This is... a Chaos Seed!" Nezha leapt up on the fragments of his Wind and Fire Wheels, but the Universal Heaven Ribbon coiled around his own neck—the Spirit Pearl fragments were resonating with the seed. Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye shot a silver beam through the seed's shell, revealing a vision of the Primordial World at the dawn of creation: as the Primordial Origin Patriarch planted the green lotus in Guixu, the blood dripping from his fingertips transformed into the first Black Tortoise. The moment the seed touched the newborn earth, a vortex of Wutai spiritual energy formed. Sun Wukong thrust his Ruyi Jingu Bang into the center of the vortex; scenes of Nuwa Mending the Heavens emerged on the staff’s surface. "Little Saint Yang, this damned thing is reenacting the history of the Primordial World!" Blood from the Chaotic Demonic Ape flowed down the staff, condensing in the void into a phantom of Mount Buzhou.