Under the illumination of Sun Wukong’s Glazed Eyes, which purged the hidden injuries of the abyss, the Chaotic Mire in the deeps of the Four Seas had not entirely calmed, yet it had shed its desperate filth and decay, revealing the primordial atmosphere of a world born anew from catastrophe. The newborn dragon veins surged with majestic terrestrial energy, stabilizing the foundations of the earth. The trajectory maps of stars turned slowly across the cleared sky, sorting the laws of space and time. The clear radiance of the twenty-four-petaled Samsara Lotus grew increasingly gentle, silently soothing the scarred land and its surviving souls. The Dao-Guarding Rod, drifting in the currents of chaotic energy—its ash-gray shaft, faded golden markings, and pitch-black tip—seemed to draw nourishment from the glazed radiance, emanating an increasingly restrained and resilient sense of guardianship.
Yang Jian stood silently atop the ridge of the dragon vein, like a blade returned to its scabbard. Though the vertical eye on his forehead was open, it was no longer bloodshot; instead, it was as calm as an abyss, reflecting the slowly healing Chaotic Mire and the holy Samsara Lotus below. The pain of Xiaotian Hound’s sacrifice had not vanished, but had settled into a heaviness fused into his very bones and blood. His Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade was planted quietly beside him, its cold light resonating faintly with the terrestrial energy of the dragon vein.
Nezha sat cross-legged o…
Chapter 485