Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

The Blood Sea continued to heat up, finally reaching the point of boiling. Li Mingzhu did not stir the Blood Sea further but instead focused solely on raising its temperature.

Endurance is something everyone possesses, but when pushed to the limit, no one can endure indefinitely.

Li Mingzhu did not believe that Wen Daoren could suppress himself forever. He had plenty of time, and fueling the Taiyang Fire did not cost him much mana anyway.

"Pfft!"

As expected, about two hours later, Wen Daoren finally could no longer bear it.

A shadow shot up from the bottom of the Blood Sea at an incredible speed. Though still shrouded in darkness, his body was covered with distinctive red marks—burns caused by the searing heat rather than Blood Sea water.

Wen Daoren, true to his reputation as the first mosquito of creation, had a massive proboscis that could frighten anyone who saw it. His true form stretched hundreds of feet.

Li Mingzhu felt relieved knowing that Wen Daoren had not yet reached Quasi-Saint cultivation. If he did, even Minghe would struggle to suppress him.

Wen Daoren's Innate Divine Ability allowed him to transform into an intangible gray mist, making it exceedingly challenging to counter him—unless he was trapped immediately upon appearance.

Of course, Wen Daoren's current Daluo Golden Immortal level of cultivation still rendered his Innate Divine Ability somewhat formidable, though not nearly as insurmountable.

"Who are you? We bear no grudges in the past nor enmity in the present. Why do you specifically target this humble Daoist?"

Wen Daoren transformed into a lean, black-clothed man, staring at Li Mingzhu as he spoke.

"Does it matter?"

Li Mingzhu pointed his spear directly at Wen Daoren. Indeed, there was no grudge now, but who could say otherwise for the future? It was best to eliminate this threat while it was still nascent.

Moreover, considering Xiao Qian currently lived within the Blood Sea, Li Mingzhu would never allow such a hidden danger to remain.

"Then I take it there's no amicable resolution today?"

In truth, Wen Daoren had no intention of fighting. He had hoped to convince Li Mingzhu to remove the blockade in this region. As for Zizaitian, even though its cultivation surpassed his own, Wen Daoren had confidence he could escape.

"Naturally. Even if this humble Daoist were inclined to let you go, my fellow Daoist Bo Xun would not spare you either!"

Li Mingzhu chuckled lightly. In response, Zizaitian Bo Xun unveiled his incomparably formidable Quasi-Saint cultivation, exuding dominance. "How could one tolerate another's rest by their bedside?"

Previously unaware of Wen Daoren's existence, now that he had been discovered, Bo Xun was determined not to let him escape!

"Enough nonsense. Prepare to die!"

Li Mingzhu sneered. Wen Daoren attempted more words, but they were interrupted by Li Mingzhu's spear thrust.

Li Mingzhu withdrew his Dharma Manifestation yet maintained an intense aura. Having comprehended "Sole Supremacy," his Overbearing Intent had grown even more overwhelming.

Even a seemingly ordinary spear strike carried an unmatched dominion.

"Bang!"

However, Wen Daoren was no amateur. As the first mosquito of creation, he produced a gray sword from somewhere to block Li Mingzhu's strike!

"Again!"

Li Mingzhu laughed aloud, his Overbearing Intent influencing him into increasingly wild combat. His slender and frail figure erupted with boundless strength. The Fire-tipped Spear, imbued with Mountain Opening power, descended heavily upon Wen Daoren.

Like the weight of collapsing heavens and earth—unstoppable!

Indeed, every strike from Li Mingzhu bore such implications, even if his spear techniques fell short of achieving this literal effect. The essence of the Ghost Car Dominator Spear lay precisely in such overpowering might.

Feeling Li Mingzhu's overwhelming force, Wen Daoren dared not block directly and transformed into gray mist, relying on his Innate Divine Ability to barely evade the thrust.

Wen Daoren felt bitter. Though his cultivation and Daoist proficiency exceeded Li Mingzhu's, he was completely suppressed in the fight.

If he knew how many Daluo Golden Immortals had already perished at Li Mingzhu's hands, perhaps he wouldn't feel so aggrieved. After all, strength is the ultimate proof of everything.

Meanwhile, Zizaitian Bo Xun stood dumbstruck, his eyes transfixed. He knew Li Mingzhu was strong but hadn't anticipated such astounding prowess.

Earlier, Li Mingzhu had asked him not to intervene, and Bo Xun initially entertained the thought of enjoying a spectacle. Now, however, there was nothing amusing about it.

Such strength—among the Four Great Demon Kings, perhaps only Bo Xun himself could definitively suppress this youth. The other three would stand no chance.

"Mountain Opening, Sea Breaking, Splitting Heaven, Shattering Rivers!"

Witnessing Wen Daoren dissolve into mist, Li Mingzhu intensified his offensive. Having dealt with such tactics before, he knew that absolute force was the key to overpowering Wen Daoren.

No matter your form, I will shatter you with a single strike!

Channeling all four moves into one, Li Mingzhu wielded the Ghost Car Dominator Spear to its fullest potential. Although these remained Ghost Car's techniques, they carried Li Mingzhu's unique Overbearing Intent.

The Fire-tipped Spear, surrounded by twinkling sparks and suffused with Overbearing Intent, pressed downward upon the gray mist. Wen Daoren, locked under the spear's intent, found escape impossible.

"Boom!"

Though formless, the gray mist was shattered outright, unable to reform as Li Mingzhu struck again without pause.

Another blow landed, forcing Wen Daoren back into his original mosquito form. Although his physical body—barely reaching Daluo Golden Immortal level—did not disintegrate, he was gravely wounded.

Since Wen Daoren wasn't dead, Li Mingzhu didn't bother delivering the final strike. He handed him off to Bo Xun, leaving his fate—death or subjugation—to Minghe's decision.

After all, this was Minghe's domain.

Zizaitian understood well and refrained from killing Wen Daoren outright. Instead, he accompanied Li Mingzhu back to Minghe's lair.

Minghe, being far from benevolent, wasted no words once informed of Wen Daoren's existence. After brief discussion with Li Mingzhu, he immediately executed Wen Daoren.

Once again: "How could one tolerate another's rest by their bedside?"

Minghe had only sought Li Mingzhu's input because Wen Daoren was discovered and captured by him.

"Senior, no need to see me off. Please deliver this to Xiao Qian on my behalf, but not until she attains Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation!"

Li Mingzhu retrieved the Eight Desolate Mirror and handed it to Minghe to give to Xiao Qian.

The young girl from the Demon Clan remained in seclusion. Minghe had done everything possible to aid her, obtaining every resource that could improve her cultivation.

These training conditions were so exceptional that even Li Mingzhu, who had seen much during his time at Nuwa Palace, envied them greatly.

Most importantly, there was no need to worry about side effects. With Minghe's cultivation technique, as long as one's mental state and insights were aligned, progress was limitless.

"That will do splendidly!"

Minghe stowed the Eight Desolate Mirror, visibly pleased with Li Mingzhu.