When Yang Jian's petrified right arm touched the crack in the heavenly pillar, the entire remnant pillar of Mount Buzhou suddenly rippled with a bloody hue. Xiaotian Hound transformed into a youth in a black robe, the Kunlun Pure Fire blazing at his fingertips illuminating the pillar's surface. They saw those Primordial sorcery scripts reorganizing into pre-creation Chaos Dao Patterns. "Master, the heavenly pillar is tracing back its memories!"
Sun Wukong swung his Ruyi Jingu Bang horizontally to block the turbid Qi, his Fiery Eyes of Truth revealing dark-yellow primordial blood seeping from the heart of the pillar. Nezha approached, treading on the Wind and Fire Wheels. When the tip of his God-Slaying Spear was three inches from the stone pillar, it suddenly vibrated, and an illusion of Pangu slaying the Chaos Yuanling emerged on the spear body. "This blood... it's not Pangu's!" Golden tears streamed from Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye, and his vision was suddenly pulled into the battlefield of the primordial dawn.
In the Chaos Sea, a ten-thousand-foot-tall Pangu raised his giant axe. The moment the axe blade cleaved toward Yuanling's crown, it inexplicably deviated by three inches. Yuanling's severed left arm turned into the God-Slaying Spear, and the drop of primordial blood remaining on its tip splashed into the newly born Primordial World. The scene suddenly froze, and Yang Jian saw half a red silk sash wrapped around the handle of the Pangu Axe—it was none other than the In…
Chapter 409