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

Jiang Ziya only recalled then, at that moment he was caught in an internal struggle, and somehow, he took out the God-beating Whip and smashed Nezha's head.

Does he not regret it?

He regrets it bitterly.

But he also knows that some things cannot be changed by mere regret.

He thought of his Taiyi Golden Immortal Middle Realm cultivation, thought of those newly comprehended Mysterious Laws in his mind. Hope had just risen in his eyes, but as he looked at Nezha once more, it immediately dimmed.

Abyss.

Nezha before him seemed more terrifying than ever, looking closely, it was like an unfathomable abyss. Standing in front made one's legs weak, looking up, it was like an insurmountable wall that filled one with a sense of powerlessness.

His throat dry, his legs weakened, he actually knelt down, clutching Nezha's leg, crying with snot and tears.

At this moment, Jiang Ziya realized that everything he had just obtained, all the Heavenly Dao Laws that seemed to reveal the ultimate truth of the universe had driven him wild with joy, were truly not as useful as his old ways of playing the fool and acting shamelessly.

"Nephew, my dear nephew, Uncle was wrong. You know Uncle is greedy, Uncle did not intentionally harm you, Uncle was blinded by pig fat, so that's why I agreed with the big boss and wanted to take you to the Eight Scenic Palace..."

"Sigh."

Nezha looked at him, sighed deeply, his heart filled with mixed emotions, yet his attitude did not soften the slightest.

Jiang Ziya.

This legendary figure in the Fengshen World.

His uncle.

His friend.

Nezha knew him too well. Even before he came, he had already imagined this scene in his mind.

He believed Jiang Ziya truly repented, but also knew that if given another chance, Jiang Ziya would act even more decisively.

This is not contradictory.

"Uncle, oh, Uncle, you truly have talent, but only in leading troops to war. In other matters, just like when you did business in Zhaoge, you are a fool."

Fool.

For the first time, Jiang Ziya heard these two words from Nezha's mouth, he was stunned, looking up at Nezha, and saw only deep disappointment in those dark eyes.

He stopped crying.

He jumped up, pointed at Nezha's nose, and cursed, "Fine, fine, fine, I'm a fool, you're a genius! You and Shen Gongbao, people like you are geniuses! Damn it!"

Jiang Ziya walked angrily in circles, his eyes reddened, then he cried out again, "Do you think I don't know? But I just want to cultivate, I really love cultivating, even if I can't attain immortality, I really want to return to Kunlun Mountain to learn Dao, doing chores in front of the teacher is also fulfilling and joyful, damn you, damn you, damn you, do you think I want to come to this miserable mortal world? Not a single good day amidst chaos and war!"

"Enough, Uncle, if even you, the Prime Minister of Xiqi, haven't had good days, those starving citizens wouldn't even be considered human."

Nezha took a deep breath, seeing Jiang Ziya was about to argue further, he punched Jiang Ziya in the face.

Becoming a Quasi-Saint, the body does not differ much from a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

But Nezha is different.

His body has been nourished by Li Er's Golden Core, reaching new heights, truly making his body comparable to Divine Iron, he himself is an indestructible Magic Treasure.

If he hadn't held back, this punch would have already killed Jiang Ziya.

But even so, this punch solidly injured a genuine Taiyi Golden Immortal Middle Realm expert.

Jiang Ziya spurted blood from his seven orifices, collapsed to the ground, unable to utter a single word.

He opened his eyes, in the bloody blur saw only a piece of black cloth fluttering down from the sky, Nezha's figure was long gone.

...

"Zi Chen, what is actually going on."

Nezha did not hurry back home, he had not been out long, stroking the Black Giant Sword in his hand, still perplexed on how this Black Giant Sword was forged.

Even his body, claimed to be Divine Iron, seemed fragile as paper before this giant sword.

If it is truly as Tongtian Sect Leader said, a buddhist method, then this Western Sect's Sect Hierarch's Saint power must be incredibly terrifying, hard to imagine.

"Simple, you've been schemed by several families of Taoism." Zi Chen seated beside him.

A rounded bottom wrapped in a soft purple silk skirt, leaving slight creases on the wooden stake it pressed.

Nezha asked, "Because I'm some Outer Heaven Demon?"

"Not at all."

Zi Chen continued, "How did you come to this world?"

"I offended someone, got hit by a car, then—"

Zi Chen interrupted him, said, "In your original world, being hit by a car and killed, is that a rare occurrence?"

"No."

"Then don't oversimplify your origins." Zi Chen further questioned, "What do you think the purpose of the Divine Enthronement battle was?"

The Investiture of the Gods is essentially a 'soul-contract', those on the list attain immortality but lose free will, become puppets of Heavenly Dao Laws. The real victors are the Saints who signed the contract.

This was Nezha's original thought.

But now.

Zi Chen said, "Your perspective is so naive, just like what you said before, a village woman absurdly thinking Daji was using a golden hoe to farm in the Imperial Palace. Remember this, below Saints are all ants, they do not concern themselves with sects, Quasi-Saints, disciples, to those people, the cultivation levels of others, the difference between Quasi-Saint and God's servants, are not significant."

Regarding Saints, Zi Chen obviously knew far more than he did.

Nezha humbly asked for guidance, "Then what is it actually for."

"A Saint's pursuit is solely for themselves, as for more specifics, I don't know. Haven't you asked Li Er before, if it had anything to do with that one?"

That one.

Really strange.

Nezha thought: If in terms of Saints, cultivation does not matter much, then what is special about me? Especially before someone claimed to be the Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun.

Must be the origin.

But apart from Nezha, Li Zha, these two identities, I truly have no other identity.

He soared upwards, suddenly reaching the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Since both Tongtian Sect Leader and Li Er were unwilling to speak, Yuanshi Tianzun who cooperates with them naturally wouldn't as well. Since he did not want to go to Spirit Mountain, the available people were not many.

He flew upward continuously, though the moon overhead did not grow larger. By reason, with his speed, he should have already flown out of the atmosphere.

Nezha once flew upwards out of curiosity, yet unlike before, the higher he flew, the lower the temperature dropped, oxygen grew thinner, Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi and even Daoist Skill would dilute, resulting that even powerful cultivators were unable to traverse the so-called atmosphere.

"The atmosphere height is much higher than Earth."

But this time was different.

As if a door opened for him.

Nezha knew, this had not much to do with him reaching the Quasi-Saint Realm, crossing certain height, the previously faint Daoist Skill became vivid again, changed somewhat, but essentially remained unchanged.

He halted upon arriving above a milky-white cloud layer.

Looking around, above the Nine Heavens, the cloud sea surged like silver waves, the glow from horizon spilled down, dyeing thousands of Jade Pavilion flamboyantly.

The majestic Heavenly Gate towering, golden pillars coiled dragon and phoenix, bright pearls enchased atop flickering brilliant, auspicious aura hanging like tassels.

Passing through clouds, jade steps winding into the sky, grass by steps exhaling fragrance, celestial flowers moist with dew, spirit butterflies fluttering, the clear atmosphere refreshing heart.

He flew forward till below a piece of celestial soil he could tread upon, on soil a stone tablet inscribed with: Immaculate Bi Luo Immortal Court, a thought carefree, thereupon eternal life.

By now, Nezha finally confirmed he indeed arrived at the destination.

The origin of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals pursuing Yang Jian.

Heaven Palace.