Nezha stirred the Gang Wind with the iron sword in his hand, turning the sword's shadow into a nine-tailed white flood dragon coiling around him. The dragon scales collided with the golden wind, bursting out dazzling light.
However, within just three breaths, the white flood dragon dissipated with a mournful cry, and cracks appeared on the blade.
But at that moment of intense agony, Nezha suddenly sensed something unusual.
When a strand of golden wind brushed across his forehead, an ancient Dao trace was left on the bleeding wound.
Fortunately, his primordial spirit had been soaked in the spring of the Ten Thousand Yellow Springs, making it incredibly condensed. Through the wall of the Mud Ball Palace, he could see the golden pattern. If it were the unstable Shen Gongbao, even at the Golden Immortal Realm, he would see nothing.
Could it be that this golden pattern bore the golden Gang Wind?
