Never believed in fate?
Upon hearing this, Yang Chan wiped away her tears, her hand flashed with a radiant light, and she reversed the Treasure Lotus Lamp to scratch on the Three-Life Stone with its base.
"Chan'er, don't do it!" Yang Jian shouted loudly but was too late to stop her.
Sun Wukong was right beside her but did not attempt to intervene, instead, he looked on with approval.
Defying fate should be just like this!
The base of the lamp, shimmering with divine light, glided over the stone, erasing "Husband, scholar of Mount Hua, Liu Yanchang."
Boom!
Suddenly, there were thunderous sounds in the netherworld, as if thunder punishment was descending, its terrifying force overpowering everything, making the cycle of reincarnation tremble, and countless souls wail in fear and anxiety.
"Humph!" Meng Po's eyes shimmered with mist, a formidable aura rising. She tapped her walking stick gently on the ground and scolded, "Disperse!"