The Wind and Fire Wheels beneath Nezha’s feet disintegrated completely, the Yin and Yang wheels transforming into the phantom of the Chaos Green Lotus. The Lotus Platform rose from the Nine Serenities to the Thirty-Three Heavens. At the heart of the lotus, Pangu’s right eye erupted with green light; wherever its gaze fell, the rampaging true spirits of the Investiture of the Gods were frozen in place. The Chaos Chains in Li Jing’s hands shattered inch by inch, the resentment of a hundred thousand aquatic creatures sealed within the links transforming into three thousand green carp that leaped into the lotus petals. "Spirit Pearl... you actually managed to break free from Karma..." Li Jing’s seven orifices began to ooze water from Yaochi; his body suddenly surged in size, peach tree roots bursting from his flesh, the tips entwining a fragment of the God-Whip.
Yang Jian’s silver blood congealed into the physical form of the God-Slaying Spear, its tip skewering the Heavenly Dao shackles shed by Hongjun. Yaoji’s soul flew from the amber bead, plunged her own hands into her chest, and dragged out half a wisp of the primordial Purple Qi. "Jian’er, use the purple as ink and your blood as the blade!" The moment the Purple Qi touched the spear tip, twelve blood-colored array gates appeared in the void—from each gate came the roars of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the gate rings were engraved with ancient totems of the Wu Clan sacrificing a hundred thousand living beings.
Sun Wuk…
Chapter 81