Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha

A year is enough time for many things to happen.

For example, Master Wen, who was once loyal to the Great Shang Dynasty, felt that continuing the battles would be meaningless after reading the book "Fengshen Yanyi", whether the outcome was a win or loss.

So he fled.

No one knew where Master Wen went.

Perhaps he went to live in seclusion in the mountains, perhaps he went to the West Sea Immortal Island, or perhaps he might have died.

The Jie Sect cultivators, who were invited by Master Wen and either ranked on the Investiture of the Gods or utterly unknown, also inevitably chose to hide.

They are cultivators.

Wise to the Heavenly Dao.

Thus, far more fearful than ordinary people.

It's quite laughable to say that their lifespan exceeds that of ordinary mortals, yet perhaps because they've been pursuing immortality throughout their long lives, they've never really considered the matter of death.

Everyone knows that the three sects must carry out the Divine Enthronement.

So everyone thinks that coming out at this time to stir trouble is foolish.

Not only did the Jie Sect flee, but so did the Chan Sect. Astute observers could see that some Chan Sect cultivators didn't have to die, yet were still pushed out by Ran Deng who was in charge of the situation.

This kind of situation is most fearsome when someone takes the lead.

Cultivator A sees himself about to perish and ascend to the Enfeoffment Platform, deeply fearful, and immediately flees to the mountains, disappearing without a trace. Cultivator B sees Cultivator A run, inevitably wondering if the vacant position at the Chan Sect's platform might cause Ran Deng to push him out as a substitute.

So when one flees, sometimes a bunch follows suit.

The cultivators harbor resentment towards Ran Deng, yet since Ran Deng is a cultivator of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, they remain courteous upon meeting him.

The cultivators fled and departed, eventually leaving Ran Deng feeling he was a skilled person who couldn't make a meal without ingredients, it's not as though he'd go into the mountains and islands to drag them back one by one.

Though it wasn't impossible.

But truly doing so might render him unable to continue in the sect in the future.

After meeting with Jiang Ziya, Ran Deng left as well.

The war between Xiqi and Chengtang's forces continues.

The wise and benevolent Emperor Yin Jiao continues to dispatch troops to invade Xiqi, pinpointing Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya as targets for decapitation.

On an otherwise ordinary night, Huang Feihu defected, taking Zhang Guifang from Qinglong Pass along.

Jiang Ziya naturally found it troublesome.

Though he'd known Huang Feihu had been indecisive recently, he hadn't realized one thing: loyalty that isn't absolute is absolute disloyalty.

Fortunately, Jiang Ziya has now understood.

In the situation where Huang Feihu sent people into the Prime Minister's Mansion to assassinate him, nearly causing him to perish.

Jiang Ziya felt it wasn't too late now.

Now wielding military power, with Master Wen gone, while the Chengtang army has capable generals but lacks a commander, his repeated offensives have left them defeated, and thanks to his strategic planning, Xiqi has begun its counterattack on Zhaoge.

Xiqi is in high spirits, Ji Fa drinks and feasts daily, awarding Jiang Ziya countless riches and beauties, conferring numerous titles.

There's humor in it, but also fear.

Ji Fa is very afraid.

Though nominally the ruler of Xiqi, the one currently wielding power is Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya is likewise displeased.

He knows he messed up, though Ran Deng took charge when he arrived, yet... things still went wrong.

"Nezha, damn you!"

After wiping off Jiang Ziya's spittle, Nezha calmly pinned the white-bearded old man to the ground and beat him up severely.

He said, "The situation hasn't changed. Since you have the talent to lead an army, rely on your skills to fight. Truly take down Zhaoge. Now, if you don't want Ji Fa to be the Emperor, being the Emperor yourself isn't impossible either."

"Emperor? Haha, Nezha, look at these old bones of mine. After fighting wars for another dozen years, even if victorious, how many good days would remain?"

Nezha looked into Jiang Ziya's eyes, clearly noticing a hint of hatred, then the army command tent was unexpectedly lifted by someone coming in, it was Shen Gongbao.

His face carried a perpetual smile.

Indeed.

He won.

As long as Jiang Ziya didn't succeed, Shen Gongbao felt he'd won.

"Senior brother, senior brother, you shouldn't say such things. Though you're naturally foolish, unable to cultivate a Golden Core, once you've gained power, finding treasures to prolong your lifespan certainly won't be hard."

Jiang Ziya looked at Shen Gongbao, gritting his teeth in hatred, nearly leaping to engage him in a brawl, but he knew very well he wasn't Shen Gongbao's match, so he could only stamp his feet angrily, cursing, "It's all your fault, damned Shen Gongbao. If you hadn't given that Jie Sect Yun Xiao bad advice, things wouldn't have turned out like this!"

"Then you should scold Yun Xiao, not me. Rest assured, you may not find Yun Xiao, but with her cultivation, she might very well hear you even if you swear right here."

Jiang Ziya was left speechless.

He truly dared not curse Yun Xiao.

Though unlikely, he didn't dare wager whether Yun Xiao might hear and directly send a sword from the heavens to turn him to ash.

So he felt terribly aggrieved.

At this moment, it felt as if all the strength within him was drained away.

That night, Jiang Ziya drank a lot of wine, Nezha mixed Stone Milk into his drink, hoping his uncle could live longer.

As for Yang Jian.

The most outstanding third-generation disciple of Chan Sect, Yang Jian.

Due to the exposure of killing Princess Long Ji, he's already been expelled from Chan Sect and is being hunted by heavenly soldiers.

Indeed.

Heavenly soldiers.

The failure of the Divine Enthronement didn't actually cause losses for either Chan Sect or Jie Sect. Warfare raged without reason, causing suffering for the common people, yet the cultivators had fled, the fire burned fiercer under the wind.

The true loser was the Heavenly Court's ruler, the Heavenly Emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor, independent of Buddhist and Daoist paths, attained sanctity after Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Tongtian Sect Leader. Yet, precisely because of that, his methods appeared more evident.

The Heavenly Emperor initially planned the Divine Enthronement to recruit earth's mightiest to bolster the Heavenly Court, but now not only does the Divine Enthronement venture fail, his daughter suffered a most humiliating death in the Human World.

Thus, the perpetrator must bear the Heavenly Emperor's wrath.

This wrath is something Chan Sect does not wish to face.

Just a talented disciple.

Chan Sect has many talents.

In countless times to come, there'll always emerge another.

Not yet ascended to the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, Yang Jian's experience is truly unpleasant because the heavenly soldiers aren't ordinary foot soldiers, but executors of the Heavenly Emperor's will, a pure army consisting of cultivators.

"There's wine today, enjoy today, uncle, live in the moment."

"Nonsense, you previously said drinking to drown sorrows makes sorrows worse."

Nezha poured half a jug of wine into Jiang Ziya's belly, saying, "That just shows you haven't drunk enough."

Jiang Ziya drank himself into a stupor, Nezha left satisfied, though he hadn't anticipated Chengtang taking advantage by conducting a night assault, defeating Xiqi resoundingly.

Jiang Ziya woke up only to find he was surrounded by defeated remnants, hardly managed lands surrendered back.

"Nezha, I'll never reconcile with you!!!"

This was pure coincidence.

Nezha felt Jiang Ziya shouldn't be drinking in the army, but at the time Nezha didn't know this incident had occurred.

He was preparing to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation.