Fragments of the Exquisite Pagoda fell like rain. Holding the severed right arm of Madam Yin's lingering soul, Nezha began to petrify. A green light surged from the Spirit Pearl Fragment on Li Jing's chest, actually refining the corpses of Jinzha and Muzha into puppets. In the eye sockets of the two elder brothers, eerie green ghost fires leaped, and their demon-subduing pestles were engraved with the names of the dead souls of Chentangguan.
"Elder Brother... Second Brother..." Dark red blood welled up in Nezha's throat, and the Fire-Tip Spear trembled in his palm. Jinzha's demon-subduing pestle suddenly thrust forward, the tip of the pestle displaying an image of the three brothers gathering seashells by the seashore in the past. The Universal Heaven Ribbon spontaneously wrapped around the spear shaft, and Madam Yin's voice echoed in his sea of consciousness: "My son, the Spirit Pearl has always been in your heart!"
The Universe Ring suddenly shattered, revealing the Empress Nüwa incantations engraved on its inner layer. Nezha's left fingernails dug deeply into his chest, gouging a beating heart out from his Lotus Root Body—that was not a lotus heart at all, but the complete, sealed Spirit Pearl! The pearl's light reflected a horrifying truth: back then, when Taiyi Zhenren reshaped his body with lotuses, he had long hidden the real Spirit Pearl right here.
"Li Jing! Pay for your life with yours!" Nezha pressed the Spirit Pearl into the center of his brow, and flames of Chaos ignited around his entire body. His Three Heads and Eight Arms divine form suddenly manifested, each hand grasping a different divine weapon: the Fire-Tip Spear, the Heaven-Auspicious Bow, the Universal Heaven Ribbon... The lowest two hands unexpectedly held Madam Yin's embroidered handkerchief and Nezha's childhood pellet drum.
Li Jing's Exquisite Pagoda suddenly disintegrated, its 365 pagoda bricks transforming into the true deities of the Investiture of the Gods. Huang Tianhua's Heart-Piercing Nail and Leizhenzi's Golden Staff were actually stained with the blood of the common people of Chentangguan! The Karmic Fire Red Lotus of Nezha suddenly surged, melting the weapons of the various deities into molten iron, every single drop of which reflected the face of a crying child.
"Children, your uncle is late..." Blood tears streamed from Nezha's left eye, while golden light burst from his right. The instant the Spirit Pearl completely fused, the Fire-Tip Spear pierced through Li Jing's chest, and the spear tip lifted out not a heart, but half a roll of the *Treatise on Heavenly Servants*—bearing the bloody handprints of the Jade Emperor and Li Jing!
Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang suddenly thrust horizontally into the fray, its Yu Wang inscription transforming into chains that bound Li Jing's soul: "Old wretch, how could we let you die so easily!" Yang Jian's Three-pointed Double-edged Blade split the void, the blade's light reflecting the scene where Li Jing secretly replaced the Spirit Pearl: back then, after Nezha committed suicide by cutting his own flesh, it was this very father who had hidden the real Spirit Pearl inside himself!
Nezha's lotus root golden body suddenly bloomed with seven-colored auspicious light, and at the core of the Spirit Pearl appeared memory fragments from when Nuwa mended the heavens—within the missing cracks of the Mending Heaven Stone, wisps of black qi actually seeped out, serving as the very source of Hongjun's inner demons! The blood-written message on the Universal Heaven Ribbon suddenly flew up, condensing in midair into Madam Yin's final behest: "The day the Spirit Pearl returns to its place is when the Heavenly Dao opens anew." Li Jing's puppet body suddenly exploded, revealing writhing black tentacles within his chest cavity—that was actually the physical embodiment of the Investiture of the Gods! Sun Wukong sank his fangs into the tentacles, tasting the bitterness of the soil of Flower-Fruit Mountain; the resentment that had seeped into the mountain's body when he was suppressed five hundred years ago now transformed into sky-scorching flames. Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye suddenly projected a vision of the future: beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Yaoji, entangled in chains, was hurling half a Nüwa stone toward the East Sea!
The Dragon King instantly sensed that something was amiss, and lamented! Had the dragon clan truly fallen into decline? Why did everything keep getting thrown toward his East Sea! Those monkeys had already muddied the waters of his East Sea before, and even snatched away the Sea-Pacifying Divine Needle. What else did they want to do now? Would they still let his Dragon Palace of the East Sea live in peace! Ah! Forget it! He couldn't win in a fight, and he couldn't curse better than them! He'd better just tuck his tail between his legs and stop provoking them!
*P.S. My brain is running out of juice.*