The mother copy of the Investiture of the Gods shattered with a thunderous roar, its three hundred and sixty-five rays of golden light tearing through the firmament. Bo Jian approached across the waves, his soul-guiding banner in hand; the god-binding chains entwined around its tail snapped link by link, each fragment transforming into the blood-stained, weeping primordial spirits of the Jiejiao disciples. Green toxic mist spewed from the seven orifices of the Plague God, Lü Yue. The moment this mist touched the Wind and Fire Wheels of Nezha, the flames of the Yang Wheel suddenly turned azure: "Spirit Pearl! The karma of the day you stripped your bones to return them to your father must be settled now!"
Yang Jian’s heavenly eye bled silver, the blood congealing into ice shards as he thrust the God-Slaying Spear toward the phantom image of the Investiture Platform. The instant the spear tip brushed the base, the platform projected an image of Haotian entangled in roots—beneath his imperial crown, three thousand roots of the Flat-Peach Mother Tree were devouring the fortune of the Heavenly Court! The remnant spirit of Sun Wukong clung to a fragment of the Ruyi Jingu Bang; the Higan flower vines wrapped around the rod coiled tightly around the deities of the Ministry of Thunder. As the petals consumed the thunderous light, the pistils revealed a terrifying truth: embedded in the center of every thunder god’s brow was a blood-colored flat-peach floral decal, and deep within the …
Chapter 70