When the waves of the Chaos Sea finally stilled, the Flawless God-Slaying Spear pierced the clouds atop the highest peak of the newly born Primordial World. Wrapped around its shaft were star-dust remnants from Yang Jian’s shattered Heavenly Eye, the faded gold fur of Sun Wukong, and the jagged, bone-white fangs of the Xiaotian Hound. Every inch of its texture shimmered with a glazed, limpid light, tempered by the blood and fire of the Tribulation. The Investiture of the Gods, held aloft by the spear tip, was white as snow, yet it rippled as the mountain breeze swept across it—the images reflecting within were not true names, but the smiling faces of the departed souls liberated through the eight hundred paths of Samsara.
Nezha hovered beside the spear, standing upon his Wind and Fire Wheels. The Departing Fire of the wheel hubs had transitioned into the soft, radiant glow of the World-Purifying White Lotus. He reached out to stroke the spear, and it grew as docile as a newborn dragon. At the grip, a seal of benevolence cast by Master Tongtian emerged, its shimmering runes revealing the faces of the Jiejiao disciples, now stripped of their malevolence from the Myriad Immortals Formation. "So, this is what lies at the end of slaying the Dao..." He looked toward the foot of the mountain; from deep within a peach grove came the laughter of an infant, a sound as clear and resonant as a snow-fed spring from Kunlun, washing away the final traces of killing intent.
Suddenly, Hunyu…
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