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

In this world, there is a book called the "Hong Jun Jade Scroll."

Before Nezha's appearance, everything that happened in the Fengshen World, including the actions of the Saints and the future evolution using Taoist skills, followed the records of the Hong Jun Jade Scroll.

No person or event could transcend this scope.

If there were any, they would be erased and corrected by certain guardians.

Master Taiyi is one such guardian.

He is currently trapped inside Nezha's tower.

At any time, handling matters calmly is always the most appropriate; some people seem to be angry, but even the process of getting angry is carefully deliberated.

Before making a move, Nezha already knew he couldn't possibly be Li Er's opponent.

He just wanted to give it a try.

To test his own strength, and to see to what extent the other side would allow him to be reckless.

"Remember, this Taoist title, do not even mention it," said Li Er, finally taking it seriously.

Nezha slightly frowned and asked, "Why, can he know just by mentioning his name?"

The Saints know everything, but that's based on their willingness.

Information does not automatically pour into their brains.

Nezha has now grasped some Holy Power; under this protection, not even a Saint can predict his actions, moreover, he is not originally of this world, not within the Heavenly Dao.

But when Li Er said this, it meant that even though he wasn't within the Heavenly Dao, Hong Jun could know him, and couldn't even mention his name.

Li Er said, "The Patriarch has connected himself with this world, and his power is beyond our imagination, let alone you are not in this Heavenly Dao, but knowing what happens to you is as easy as pie for the Patriarch."

"Why haven't you said what you all want to do?"

"Cannot say."

"Playing tricks."

Nezha snorted coldly, "So, can I leave now?"

"Of course you can, but upon leaving this place, you cannot return, and thereafter there will be no ties between us."

Nezha suddenly said, "Your Mind Reading Technique doesn't work anymore?"

"Alas, after all, you have become a Daluo Golden Immortal."

Upon hearing Li Er's sigh, a smile finally appeared on Nezha's face, and the world seemed much more pleasant because of it.

He didn't say goodbye and turned away, in the breath between, Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi surged like ocean waves, enough to frighten an ordinary cultivator half to death.

This is quite normal, now he truly has the ability to fill his Qi Sea, which is like a real ocean, with Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

He flew into the sky, sunlight shone on his body, and the heat transformed into energy entering his inner body, light emerged instantly, power like the sea.

How much time passed?

Nezha still used Earth Style to fly into the air, but now his understanding of heaven and earth had ascended more than a level, using Five Elements Style Technique as he wished, not limited by the environment, in no time, he had already moved from the Eight Scenic Palace to the West Qi Camp.

At Three Mountains Pass, Heavenly Fire descended, turning the original site into Flame Mountain.

Millions died, the entire Three Mountains Pass turned into scorched earth, and for Xiqi, the main force was nearly wiped out completely.

In the Imperial Palace, Jiang Ziya was drinking tea, while Ji Fa was pacing back and forth before him, seeing Jiang Ziya unmoved, he approached him for the nth time, saying, "Jiang Shang, you are the Marshal and hold the position of advisor, what is the reason for remaining silent in such a situation?"

Jiang Ziya glanced at him, and a single thought drifted in his mind: this useless dandy.

But this time was slightly different.

He spoke.

Jiang Ziya said, "At this point, just negotiate peace with the Emperor, but given Xiqi's current strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep your head safe."

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Ji Fa's eyes widened.

"How is it nonsense, today the Emperor is benevolent; he may not trouble your family, in my view, he might even appoint your elder brother Bo Yikao as Xiqi's new king, to govern this place in redemption."

"You?!"

Ji Fa, shocked, stepped back thrice, then anger surged onto his face, he said fiercely: "Jiang Ziya! I respected your talent, now I ask you, if Xiqi truly falls, Yin Jiao is the first to want your head, Jiang Ziya!"

"Want my head?"

Jiang Ziya chuckled coldly, then stood upright.

Consequently, Ji Fa stumbled back thrice again, he looked at Jiang Ziya before him, startled, asking what the other intended, but suddenly remembered the other is already old and frail, and he was still young and robust, so he drew a long knife from a guard by his side, directly holding it against Jiang Ziya's neck.

"Jiang Ziya, do you want to live or not?"

Jiang Ziya entirely ignored Ji Fa's threat, continuing to say: "Yin Jiao is a Taiyi Golden Immortal, I am also a Taiyi Golden Immortal, at this point, how could a mortal emperor dare claim he wants Jiang Ziya's head? Doesn't he know whose disciple I am?!"

The dazzling brilliance in his eyes directly made the young king shiver momentarily, instantly the courage rising with anger retreated like the tide, the sword fell to the ground.

Ultimately, Ji Fa's heart remained weak.

He looked at Jiang Ziya, unable to understand the meaning of Taiyi Golden Immortal in his words, just feeling that this former army strategist Grand Marshal of West Qi seemed very different from before.

"But, but..."

"No buts, mortal life's decades far less than morning to night ants, a dynasty's so-called continuation but mere hundreds of years, so temporary, why exhaust oneself to uphold it? If I were you, I'd bring gold, silver, and family, flee quickly."

Then he sneered again: "But this huge world, where could you escape to? No matter, go to the harem to enjoy your concubines for one last festivity, thereafter it's the end of you."

Having finished speaking, he squeezed out from among the armored soldiers.

Outside the palace gate, he met Bo Yikao.

This young man bowed to him, and although Jiang Ziya had schemed to rob him of his throne, knowing the other might bear a grudge against him, he still admired this man greatly.

"What business brings you, young master?"

Bo Yikao smiled: "To see my younger brother, but he always refuses to meet me."

Jiang Ziya pondered: "With your intelligence, a moment's thought should reveal why."

Bo Yikao said: "Some things, even knowing they cannot be done, must be attempted."

Truly a benevolent gentleman.

Jiang Ziya thought, and suddenly said: "I just spoke with Ji Fa about certain matters, once he realizes, perhaps he will seek your life."

Bo Yikao was startled, then bowed again, saying: "Thank you, Marshal for saving me."

"Do you not blame me, why thank me instead?"

Bo Yikao smiled: "If the Marshal intended to harm me, I'd already be dead; now the Marshal even speaks to remind me, it's a life-saving grace, I, Bo Yikao, am not an ungrateful person, mere words cannot express my gratitude."

At this, Jiang Ziya sighed repeatedly: "King Wen has an heir, what does the young master plan?"

"First pack up and flee, and the latter matters, adapt as they come."

After Bo Yikao left, Jiang Ziya walked alone to the highest point of Xiqi, overlooking the world, a desolate land; by now, many things can be said to be directly or indirectly caused by him.

"Do you regret?"

Jiang Ziya turned his head and saw a young man in black standing against the wind, his heart instantly trembled.

Afraid?

Hard to say not afraid.

Jiang Ziya opened his mouth slightly, feeling his mouth dry, too dry to speak.

But he finally managed to say: "You mean sending you to Eight Scenic Palace? You know, I had no choice."

"I don't know."

The ghastly scar on Nezha's head remained.

With his current cultivation level, restoring the scar would be easy, yet he did nothing, bringing the scar to Jiang Ziya, asking him: "Was hitting me with the God-beating Whip and smashing my head also out of no choice?"