When the threads of Nezha's soul, seeping from the cracks in his spiritual core, coiled around Ao Bing's horns, the most forbidden symbiotic curse in the Three Realms awoke. A rift in spacetime tore open Nuwa's Stone seal, and the blood rain from the night of the massacre flowed backward, turning to ice. The thunderclouds of the heavenly tribulation concealed the blood-soaked memories of the Primordial Chaos Pearl. In each other's destinies, they touched the truth: the ones who had carved out their hearts and torn apart their souls a thousand years ago were not fate, but the Heavenly Dao's most poisonous deception. "Will we part, or fall together into the endless abyss?" Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear pierced the Heavenly Dao Stone, branding a bloody curse onto Ao Bing's palm. "This time, I want the Three Realms on their knees as they hear our answer."
