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

Jiang Ziya felt he had made up his mind.

A friend like Nezha was indeed rare, but as long as he embarked on the path of cultivation, he believed they would meet again in the long journey ahead.

A deal like this.

How worthwhile.

No need to think so much.

Jiang Ziya was thinking about it, not noticing that he had already arrived in front of Li Er.

Until an unbearable heat emanated from ahead, he snapped out of his thoughts, noticing the boy beside him glaring at him due to his loss of composure, which startled him, causing him to cast aside all chaotic thoughts and prostrate himself on the ground.

"Disciple Jiang Shang, greets the Great Monarch, wishing the Great Monarch eternal life of countless years!"

"Rise." Laozi wasn't wearing his Daoist robe but a singlet, which was peculiar since with his level of cultivation, he shouldn't sweat, so why wear it?

In such attire, except for the long silver-white beard, he didn't look like a Taoist, more like a lumberjack.

"This place is very hot, don't mind it. Oh, is this Nezha? You've done a good job, you have some skills, otherwise the Primordial would not have accepted you as a disciple."

"Disciple is terrified."

With just two or three sentences, he heated up Jiang Ziya's heart. He stood up but saw this master of the Eight Scenic Palace, the legendary Laozi, Li Er.

Wasn't even looking at him.

He grabbed Nezha, glanced left and right, then tapped the furnace with the fire stick in his hand, and he opened the door and directly tossed Nezha in.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ziya was dumbfounded.

For a moment, he felt his throat dry and couldn't utter a single word.

Earlier, he thought with Li Er's status, no matter what, he wouldn't go to such lengths just to capture Nezha to take his life.

He was comforting himself in this way.

But now.

Blood almost seemed ready to flow from his eyes.

His entire body trembled.

"Stop shaking. If I wanted to kill him, why would I throw him into the furnace to burn with such effort?"

When these words were spoken, Jiang Ziya breathed a sigh of relief and immediately knelt again, saying: "Disciple is foolish."

"You are indeed foolish."

Li Er stood with hands behind his back, said: "Since you know you are foolish, stop using your brain. Turn yourself into a plank of wood, you'll live a bit longer."

"Obeying Great Monarch's decree."

Jiang Ziya bowed again, seeing Li Er had no intention to explain further. Not knowing what to do next, he simply stayed kneeling there.

Li Er continued adding wood and materials to the furnace, clearly not needing the boy's help, indicative of his focus on this matter.

But he took a moment to glance at Jiang Ziya kneeling behind him.

This glance came three days later.

Throughout this time, the fire within the furnace continued to burn.

The temperature in the room was imperceptible, all locked within the giant pill furnace.

Jiang Ziya didn't notice Li Er's gaze.

In three days' time, he thought about many things.

He even remembered Nezha telling him about how Lord Lao Zi's pill furnace refined a monkey to give it the Eyes of Golden Flame.

What pulled him out from layers upon layers of fantasy was a sentence from the Great Monad.

"I seem to have promised you something before."

Of course, the Great Monad would not forget. After all, he wasn't really an old, decrepit fellow.

"Disciple dares not hope."

Despite these words, Jiang Ziya's heart trembled with excitement that overshadowed his worry and guilt for Nezha.

"Yet, a promise made to you will naturally be kept, but ultimately, immortality still relies on oneself. So, I grant you some cultivation."

Li Er touched Jiang Ziya's spirit platform with a finger, a beam of light scattered, and the Golden Core he had struggled his whole life to achieve formed within him.

And not ordinary, but an Eighth-grade Treasure Pill brimming with life force!

Moreover, it didn't stop there; his Primordial Spirit became extremely refined, he appeared younger while his five senses became sharp, countless obscure Heavenly Laws floated into his mind, and in the next moment he suddenly understood, profound in principle...

In a few breaths of time, he transformed from a 'God Absorption Realm' mortal to a cultivator almost able to be called a Taiyi Golden Immortal Middle Realm!

Comparatively in terms of cultivation, Nezha couldn't match him now!

Jiang Ziya was overjoyed, thanking earnestly, but when he looked up, he saw a hint of mockery in the eyes of this overlord of the Eight Scenic Palace.

That look reminded him of long ago.

When he and his big brother Song Yiren were young, using hot water to drench ants, he saw the same look from Song Yiren.

Jiang Ziya instantly understood.

Until he left the Eight Scenic Palace, there was not much joy left in his mind.

He traversed the world using Earth Style, performing Taoist Skill to move mountains and cross seas, upon returning again to the West Qi Camp, the methods to defeat enemies came easily with his current cultivation.

But Jiang Ziya just found it uninteresting.

After all, with the nearly endless lifespan of a Great Cultivator, what were earthly conflicts and glory or disgrace to him?

He glanced at the generals in the camp, engaged in endless debate, found an excuse to leave, then disappeared into the sky.

After flying over ten thousand miles, he stopped before an unending mountain range, not for the spectacular view, but for the matter ahead.

Yang Jian.

Yang Jian wielding the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, charged and slaughtered amidst hundreds of silver-armored heavenly soldiers, drenched in blood, killing intent overwhelming the heavens!

During these days, Yang Jian also broke through to Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, after acquiring the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, his martial prowess was almost perfect. Although these heavenly soldiers weren't ordinary, they were still like chickens and dogs in his hands.

However, to hunt Yang Jian, the heavenly soldiers hid more than ten Heavenly Generals of Golden Immortal Realm among them, along with a leader of heavenly soldiers of Taiyi Golden Immortal Early Stage, jointly forming a battle array, which let Yang Jian rampage and slaughter among the heavenly soldiers, yet couldn't escape for the moment.

"Even so, these heavenly soldiers absolutely cannot kill Yang Jian."

Jiang Ziya watched for a moment and immediately understood, these heavenly soldiers were waiting for reinforcements.

If reinforcements arrived and Yang Jian couldn't break through, then it would truly be dangerous.

Should he help?

No.

No friends die but the poor Taoist.

Even though they belonged to the same Chan Sect, Yang Jian even called him Uncle Master.

"But for committing such despicable acts, he is actually deserving of death."

Jiang Ziya thought in his heart, but who would have thought Yang Jian caught sight of him.

Those eyes.

Cold like a wolf's.

The penetrating killing intent instantly pierced through Jiang Ziya's bones, he shivered, immediately realizing all his thoughts were wrong.

It wasn't the heavenly soldiers besieging Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian ambushed these heavenly soldiers, forcing them to construct a battle array, so Yang Jian wasn't escaping.

To kill the hunter, the prey certainly had to take some risks.

Run?

Jiang Ziya felt he couldn't escape, but if Yang Jian could indeed kill him, honestly, Jiang Ziya didn't believe it.

He had too many protective magic treasures on him.

And paired with his current cultivation, not one of them could be breached by a Taiyi Golden Immortal Early Stage.

So Jiang Ziya didn't move.

An hour later, except for two Heavenly Generals of Golden Immortal Realm and some heavenly soldiers of Loose Immortal Realm who escaped alive, the mountain scattered with the corpses of hundreds of heavenly soldiers and generals.

The storm roared.

Yang Jian was drenched in blood.

He approached Jiang Ziya, those eyes showing exhaustion, yet still radiant.

Only imbued with coldness and malice.

"Uncle Master, long time no see."

Jiang Ziya said: "Not too long."

These four words were spoken with some difficulty.

Jiang Ziya's heart trembled; he was indeed a bit scared.

He saw clear killing intent in the eyes of this famed junior.

"Your cultivation?" Yang Jian had only this one question.

Jiang Ziya replied: "I am currently working for the Great Monarch."

"I see."

Yang Jian cupped his hands in greeting.

He knew very well he had already offended a Saint, hunted across the Three Realms, surviving only by the Saints' mutual restraint, the Heavenly Emperor not willing to come personally, allowing him to barely stay alive.

Whether true or not, if he offended the Great Monarch too, he would be left with only the Netherworld to flee to.

Netherworld.

Netherworld.

Netherworld...

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