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The Primordial Chaos Pearl tore through the Mandate of Heaven and descended into the world. A child wreathed in demonic flames cast a bloody shadow over Chentang Pass. Nezha charged through the Mountains and Rivers State Map on his Wind Fire Wheels, his Fire-Tipped Spear piercing nine layers of thunderclouds. The Three Realms and Six Paths trembled at his maniacal laughter. If this world would not allow a demon pill to be born, then he would shatter the Ninth Heaven and burn this rotten Heavenly Dao to ashes!
A mournful dragon's roar echoed from the depths of the Eastern Sea. Ao Bing bore the shackles of a hundred thousand dragonfolk on his shoulders, his ice-blue scales peeling away one by one beneath the chains of the Immortal-Slaying Platform. When he took the bloodstained Red Armillary Sash Nezha held out to him, flames hot enough to burn the sea ignited in his glacier-cold eyes. The dragonfolk's thousand-year curse? The chess game of the Three Sects' sages? Watch as these two children bound by twin destinies seal their pact in blood and pledge their lives to one another, burning this rotten divine order to ash!
From the corpse-strewn shores of the Eastern Sea to the blood-red skies above the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, from vengeful spirits howling in the undersea inferno to primordial violet qi exploding atop Mount Buzhou, the Demon Child and Dragon Prince carved blood-red totems across battlefields strewn with corpses. Nezha's three-headed, six-armed form shattered the golden plaque above the Southern Heavenly Gate. Ao Bing's true form as an Eightfold Heavenly Dragon overturned the Eighteen Layers of Hell. When the demon pill and spirit pearl finally collided on the tip of a God-Slaying Spear, the sages beyond the Thirty-Third Heaven at last showed their fear. Those two madmen had actually torn the Investiture of the Gods to shreds amid flames that scorched the heavens, scattering it like golden foil!
The lineage of the Twelve Golden Immortals crumbled before the Sacred Lotus Body, while Nuwa's sky-mending stone and the Ancestral Dragon's reverse scales were forged into god-slaying weapons. Shen Gongbao's schemes, Yuanshi Tianzun's chess game, and Tongtian Jiaozhu's Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation all turned to dust beneath the bloodied fangs of the young heroes. The fiercest fire in this world is not the Samadhi True Fire in Lord Lao's furnace, but the fury of an ant trampled a thousand times that still raises its head and howls!
