Within the canyon, the atmosphere of death and destruction was frozen in an intricate, suffocating web. The Three Teachings Sage Wheel ground against the final, thread-thin layer of golden light—the barrier born of Yang Jian’s dying wish—emitting a desperate, agonizing screech as if it were on the verge of shattering completely. The infant’s wails atop the Lotus Platform had turned into a hoarse, desperate rasp; the galaxy of blood projected by the Flawless God-Slaying Spear at the center of its brow churned violently, the mark of the demonic eye burning with a searing, scarlet malevolence. The blood-red incantations on the Giant Tortoise-Shell Monument, reading "The Dao-Slaying remains unfinished, Karma is reset," hungrily devoured the collective, fearful thoughts of all living beings, humming like the shrieks of a billion vengeful spirits.
Sun Wukong leaned heavily on his Ruyi Jingu Bang, golden blood still wet at the corners of his mouth. Beneath his feet, the Somersault Cloud had lost its luster, barely supporting his tottering frame. He gazed at the crumbling barrier, at the infant now awakening to its malevolent nature on the Lotus Platform, and at Yang Jian—his face pale as parchment, his life force ebbing away in the arms of the Xiaotian Hound. Finally, his eyes fell upon Nezha, who hovered in mid-air, glowing with a pure, cyan radiance, his eyes as hollow and blank as those of a newborn. A torrent of boundless rage and grief, scorching his internal organs and nowher…
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