The dragon corpses in Guixu suddenly stood upright, their rotting muscles peeling away inch by inch to reveal jade-like skeletons. One hundred thousand skeletons linked head-to-tail, their spines transforming into a pillar of heaven that pierced the gloomy clouds of Guixu. Nezha skimmed over the dragon formation on his Wind and Fire Wheels, the Karmic Fire on the wheels incinerating three skeletons; yet, from the ashes emerged the blood curses of the Wu Clan—engraved on the seventh vertebra of every dragon’s spine were the secret dragon runes: "Eternally suppress the Wu calamity."
"So this was the true mission of the dragon race!" Ao Guang’s lingering soul drifted from the eye socket of the largest dragon corpse, his dragon claw pointing toward the altar on the seabed. Beneath the altar lay not demons, but the shed skins of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye shone with silver light, piercing through the skins to reveal that each one was wrapped around a Chaos Lotus Seed, the hearts of the seeds pulsing to the rhythm of Wu Clan war drums.
Sun Wukong struck the seabed with his Ruyi Jingu Bang, and the ancient "Sea-Calming" seal on the staff inverted to read "Sky-Supporting." The memories of the Mending Heaven Stone awakened: long ago, Nuwa had executed the elders of the dragon race and forged their spines into pillars to hold up the heavens. The staff suddenly surged to ten thousand feet in height, the surface of the pillar revealing the trapped true form …
Chapter 47