The primordial imprint of Yuanshi in the void suddenly surged, and the Profound-Yellow Mother Qi condensed into a hundred-zhang dharma image. In his left hand, the master copy of the Investiture of the Gods fluttered, its text flowing with the primordial essential blood of the Twelve Golden Immortals. In his right palm, he cradled the root system of the Flat-Peach Mother Tree, the tips of the roots entangling the shattered primordial spirit of the Jade Emperor. Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye condensed silver blood into an ice blade, slashing toward the imprint. The instant the blade touched the dharma image, it suddenly reflected the full view of the Yuxu Palace dungeon—the true bodies of the Twelve Golden Immortals had their crown chakras pierced by three thousand god-locking chains, with the vengeful souls of Jiejiao disciples bound to the end of every single chain!
"So the Investiture of the Gods is a soul furnace!" Nezha stepped on the Wind and Fire Wheels, soaring into the sky, and thrust his Fire-Tip Spear to pierce the dharma image's right palm. The roots of the Mother Tree suddenly surged wildly, and the instant they wrapped around the spearhead, the face of the Queen Mother of the West surfaced on their surface: "Spirit Pearl, you were originally formed from the lotus root of my Yaochi!" The azure light of the Spirit Pearl surged violently, and twenty-four phantom projections of the Sea-Pacifying Pearls flew out from within it. Wherever the precious light reached, divine …
Chapter 67