On the isolated island of the Primordial World, billions of marks bearing the title "Dao Killer" surged in silence like a burning sea of stars under the cold, overlooking gaze of the Demonic Ape’s eyes. The Dao Charm of the prophecy—"Nine thousand years of killing the Dao, only then to know I am I"—swept over every mark like an invisible wind, awakening the true essence buried beneath blood and fire. On Yang Jian’s forehead, the "Abyss Suppression" mark burned with heat, while the "Loyal Fall" mark on the Xiaotian Hound in his arms grew dim; Sun Wukong’s "Heaven Breaker" mark glowed like fire, his fighting spirit soaring. The marks of all living beings flickered—some lost, some suffering, some struggling, and some descending into silence after a brief moment of enlightenment. The True Form of the Black Tortoise bore the Hetu and Luoshu on its back, its turtle-and-snake eyes gazing down at this sea of fateful stars with compassion, its massive turtle foot still planted firmly upon the churning, malevolent phantom of the God-Slaying Spear.
Atop the Lotus Platform, the youthful-looking Luohou wore a grim expression, cold as ten-thousand-year glacial ice. The ghostly light of the Finger Bone of the Genesis Primordial Spirit at his fingertip had condensed into a tangible vortex of destruction, while the power of the World-Destruction Black Lotus roared and churned around him. These billions of ignited sparks of "true essence," this Dao Charm that dispersed the fog of destruction,…
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