Lian Fuxu slid down from the rock wall. Using her spear to brace herself, she stood and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"I'm done playing."
Lian Fuxu planted her spear in the ground, formed a lotus mudra with both hands, and moved her fingers in a flurry.
She took a deep breath and cried out in a clear, ringing voice.
"I respectfully summon my master, the Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly, Marshal of the Central Altar, Majestic General of Divine Might, Third Prince Nezha!"
As her words fell, a terrifying pressure swept across heaven and earth.
Flames erupted in the void. The Samadhi True Fire poured down, and a golden pillar of fire shot from the heavens straight into the bottom of the Boundary Abyss, illuminating the entire chasm as bright as day.
At the heart of the flames, a youth emerged riding the Wind-Fire Wheels. A cinnabar mark burned bright as blood between his brows, outshining the sun and moon and eclipsing heaven and earth.
The Red Armillary Sash coiled around him, poised like a dragon or serpent.
The Cosmic Ring hovered behind him, its golden hoop trembling and humming.
Nezha reached out, and the Fire-Tipped Spear appeared in his hand, its shaft blazing with True Fire.
