In the heart of the Primordial World, atop the ruins of the Three Teachings’ ancestral grounds, a dead silence hung, heavy enough to stagnate time itself. The Kunlun Yuxu, Golden Turtle Biyou, and Shouyang Eight Views—once symbols of the Three Teachings’ fortune—were now reduced to twisted, broken walls and debris, like unhealed scars upon the land. Microscopic particles of resentment floated in the air, dark, viscous, and thick, silently mourning the collapse of the teachings and the fall of the saints. The malevolence here was so concentrated it formed a sticky mire; even the brilliant light of Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye, which could penetrate the netherworld, was compressed to a radius of a few feet, unable to cast its gaze further.
Nezha’s Wind and Fire Wheels burned with fierce flames, yet they could barely sustain a small sphere of heat to ward off the insidious, bone-chilling resentment that sought to erode his primordial spirit. Xiaotian Hound had taken human form, clad in mysterious armor and wielding a bone blade wreathed in chaotic malevolence, his eyes scanning the dense darkness deep within the ruins as if a man-eating beast lurked there. The Somersault Cloud had transformed into a pale golden mist, hovering silently by Yang Jian’s side.
Amidst this suffocating silence, a faint cyan spark quietly ignited at the core of the ruins.
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