The golden hoop on Sun Wukong’s forehead tightened abruptly. Within the band, golden dragon patterns emerged, each glyph a tearful, blood-stained word in the Dragon Tongue. Sensing the crisis, the Somersault Cloud transformed into a golden cocoon, enveloping its master. From the swirling clouds, a death-throe of the Ancestral Dragon echoed: "With my bones as a hoop, may the sea-eyes be eternally suppressed!" Ao Guang’s reverse scale suddenly tore from his body, flying toward the hoop. The moment the scale touched the band, every dragon in the East Sea was forced to their knees, their horns plunging deep into the seabed silt.
"The Sea-Calming needle was always an instrument of our people’s torture!" Ao Guang ripped the reverse scale from his own chest with his dragon claws, exposing a spine eroded by the Dragon-Locking Curse. Nezha rode his Wind and Fire Wheels across the dragon swarm, shattering three Immortal-Binding Ropes with his Fire-Tip Spear, yet the spearhead became stained with Wu Clan runes formed from dragon blood. The Black Lotus seized the chance to consume these runes; phantom images of the golden hoop appeared on the surface of the Lotus Platform, each one tethered to the ley lines of Flower-Fruit Mountain.
Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye shone with silver light like a blade, piercing through the illusions of the golden hoop. Wherever his gaze fell, the true form of the Ruyi Jingu Bang was revealed—the very Sea-Calming pillar that had once pierced the throat of the C…
Chapter 42