The waters of the Wangchuan River suddenly rumbled like thunder, and the three thousand Weak Waters rolled backward into the firmament. Nezha, his feet treading the Wind and Fire Wheels, suspended himself above the crest of the waves. The Yin Wheel froze the churning ghosts and vengeful spirits, while the heavenly Yang Wheel ignited with Red Lotus Karmic Fire, illuminating the riverbed all the way to its depths. Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye shot a beam of silver light like a strip of silk straight into the bottom of the water, revealing the upper half of a broken bronze sword planted diagonally in the river mud. The Nine-Nether Profound Iron Chain coiled around the hilt was covered all over in ancient seal script reading "Corpse-Slicing." The Xiaotian Hound pounced toward the connection point and bit down, and the sparks flying from its canine teeth condensed into fragments of the Nuwa Palace tiles.
"This is the Goddess's instrument of enlightenment for slaying the three corpses!" The ladles in Granny Meng's hands suddenly let out the cry of a phoenix, the bronze ladle body shedding its rust to reveal the patterns of the Five-Colored Stone. Sun Wukong's lingering soul attached itself to the fragments of the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and the tip of the staff pried up the silt at the bottom of the river. From seventy-two cracks seeped the primordial breath of Xuanhuang: "No wonder Old Sun always found Granny Meng's soup familiar—this is clearly made from the powdered remnants of the Mendin…
Chapter 56