The cyan nether sun, formed from Nezha’s primordial spirit, hung at the zenith of the underworld, its chilling radiance piercing through the eighteen layers of hell. Under this sun, the giant bronze saw of the Saw-Tooth Hell melted, its molten iron congealing into a Bridge of Rebirth spanning the River of Oblivion. Lady Meng stood at the head of the bridge, her ladle swaying gently; the murky soup reflected the hundred thousand souls awaiting reincarnation—each soul bore a blooming Green Lotus mark on its forehead, and within the lotus heart, the gaze of Pangu’s right eye shimmered, burning away all past Karma. "Spirit Pearl... you actually sacrificed yourself to become the sun..." The blood-red karmic threads tangled in Lady Meng’s white hair suddenly pulled taut, pointing toward the depths of the Well of Samsara, where the roots of the Flat-Peach Mother Tree were seeping out.
The silver moon, transformed from Yang Jian, spilled its clear radiance, its moonlight slicing through the Ley Lines of Kunlun Mountain like a sword. Amidst the ruins of Yuxu Palace, the remnants of the Investiture of the Gods held by the Twelve Golden Immortal puppets ignited under the moonlight, their ashes forming the blood-streaked visage of Yuanshi Tianzun: "Rebellious disciples... you have destroyed the very foundation of my Yuxu!" The silver moon suddenly swelled, and from its lunar halo, three thousand ice shards erupted, piercing the celestial spirits of the lingering souls—every facet of the…
Chapter 87