Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

"Not bad, good wine!"

Meng Po grabbed a jar of wine with gusto, broke the seal with boldness, and drank it down in one go, radiating the air of a heroine.

"At the dawn of Chaos, Pangu split heaven and earth. With his death, his flesh transformed into the mountains, rivers, and vast landscapes of the Primordial World; his eyes became the sun, the moon, and the stars... In the end, only a trace of his Primordial Spirit remained, which transformed into the Three Pure Ones through three strands of purified energy. Additionally, his twelve drops of blood gave birth to the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were born without Primordial Spirits but possessed extraordinarily powerful bodies. This was both the foundation of the Witch Clan's existence and its tragedy."

Meng Po took another swig of wine and continued, "The Witch Clan, upon their birth, naturally ruled the Primordial Land and fed on members of the Demon Clan. The two clans were destined enemies from the start.

Later, the Demon Clan, under Donghuang Taiyi's unification, discovered the Thirty-Three Heavenly Court and established their own Demon Heavenly Court. Only then could they barely contend with the Witch Clan.

At this time, the Primordial World's first Saint, Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun, began preaching at the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace."

As Meng Po narrated, Li Mingzhu felt as though she had stepped into the Ancient Primordial World.

"Who does Hong Jun think he is?"

"Our Witch Clan inherited Pangu's mission to govern heaven and earth; that is the rightful order of the cosmos. Why listen to his lectures on foolish practices? Not going, not going!"

"But if we don't go, those two from the Demon Clan surely will. Moreover, little sister believes that since Hong Jun managed to become a Saint, it's possible he might have a way to solve the Witch Clan's lack of Primordial Spirits, don't you think?"

....

Inside the Ancestral Witch Palace, the Twelve Ancestral Witches argued fiercely over the matter of Hong Jun's preaching session. In the end, only Houtu decided to go to the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace.

Chaos surged, elemental forces of earth, wind, water, and fire violently transformed, creating an unstable environment.

The Primordial World's mighty figures all revealed their skills, heading toward the Purple Cloud Palace. Houtu, too, relied on her resilient Ancestral Witch body to traverse the Chaos.

"May I ask if this Fairy is interested in traveling together?"

Houtu, traveling alone, was intercepted by two individuals. Over their heads floated a scroll, impervious to the dangers of Chaos Energy.

One of them wore a striking crimson robe, his tall figure commanding attention as his loosely draped long hair fell casually over his shoulders.

The one who had just spoken was none other than this crimson-robed man.

"No interest. Move aside!"

Houtu immediately felt this person was trouble, scoffed, and vanished without hesitation, heading toward the Purple Cloud Palace.

"Lingering charm, not bad, carries Spiritual Energy!"

The crimson-robed man laughed freely, pulling his companion along as they pursued her.

....

The first lecture, a fleeting encounter!

....

Kunlun Mountain was one of the ancestral veins of the Primordial World, particularly during the era shortly after the heavens were first established. It was a mountain filled with boundless opportunities.

Houtu, taking advantage of the rare occasion to venture out, naturally headed for Kunlun Mountain. Though Spiritual Treasures were of little use to the Witch Clan, collecting them could still be worthwhile.

Especially after hearing that Innate Spiritual Treasures were critical for breaking through to the Quasi-Saint stage, Houtu became more determined. Perhaps gathering more Innate Spiritual Treasures could allow her to invite Primordial cultivators, thereby strengthening the Witch Clan.

Although the other eleven Ancestral Witches scoffed at her idea, Houtu believed it was feasible.

Unlike the other Ancestral Witches, who were less inclined to think deeply, Houtu was naturally thoughtful and prioritized the pursuit of a method for the Witch Clan to obtain Primordial Spirits—even if her kin didn't care much about it.

Faced with the growing strength of the Demon Clan, Houtu felt an increasing urgency regarding this issue. The stronger the Demon Clan became, the more reactive and vulnerable the Witch Clan would be!

As she journeyed toward Kunlun Mountain, her imposing strength and the Witch Clan's renown ensured she encountered no trouble, making her path smooth.

It wasn't until she arrived at a Mysterious Valley that her way was blocked. Stubborn by nature, Houtu refused to simply fly over or forcibly destroy the valley; she was determined to find her own way through.

But she lacked a Primordial Spirit, which meant that without brute force, it was almost impossible to pass.

"Fairy, we meet again."

As Houtu grew impatient, the crimson-robed figure reappeared, still as carefree and unrestrained as ever.

"Who wants to meet you?"

Houtu snorted, ignoring Red Cloud, and continued attempting to find a path through the Mysterious Valley.

"Fairy, you jest. This valley is no ordinary valley; a primordial Divine Beast guards it. Unless its nature is deciphered, passing through is impossible. Allow me to demonstrate!"

Red Cloud chuckled softly as a floating red cloud appeared. Though it seemed fragile, it carried a sharp and unparalleled aura, swiftly descending into the valley.

Moments later, the red cloud emerged, holding a small tower. The tower shimmered in seven colors and, crucially, exuded life energy.

This confirmed that the seven-colored tower was not a Spiritual Treasure but a Divine Beast, as Red Cloud had claimed.

"Fairy, allow me to introduce myself. I am Red Cloud, currently residing at Fire Cloud Cave near the edge of Chaos. Since fate has brought us together again, I hereby gift this Divine Beast, Liuli, to you!"

Red Cloud tossed the newly acquired Liuli toward Houtu. Initially reluctant, Houtu eventually accepted it, finding the Divine Beast somewhat endearing.

"This Divine Beast is not strong in battle but is exceptionally adept at illusions and mental manipulation. It's an expert in realms of illusions and controlling the human mind. I advise you not to spoil it excessively."

Red Cloud laughed heartily and disappeared once more.

Watching Red Cloud's retreating figure, Houtu suddenly felt he wasn't all bad. But as she recalled his frivolous demeanor, any budding goodwill vanished instantly.

Storing away the Liuli Divine Beast, Houtu resumed her journey toward Kunlun Mountain.

Though the Divine Beast was talented in illusions, its lack of combat prowess—and its infancy—meant it was little more than an ornament to Houtu.

On Kunlun Mountain, a sacred gourd root grew—the foremost among the Ten Innate Spiritual Roots. Its quality exceeded all others.

The Primordial World's mighty figures had discovered the gourd root, which bore seven gourds. Though not yet fully mature, their ripening was imminent.

Present among the gathered were future Saints of the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Fu Xi—the first to achieve sainthood.

Additionally, the two Demon Emperors were present. Initially, the Western duo had attempted to join, but they were forced to retreat.

There were only seven gourds, insufficient even for the Eastern figures, and yet the Westerners dared to hope for a portion? Impossible! On this matter, the Eastern mighty ones displayed uncharacteristic unity despite their usual clashes.

At this moment, Red Cloud and Houtu arrived simultaneously from different directions. Upon noticing the great assembly, Houtu intended to leave, unwilling to offend so many powerful entities.

Yet Red Cloud strode forward without hesitation, maintaining his carefree air. "Fairy, I didn't expect us to meet again so quickly! A gathering for the emergence of an Innate Spiritual Treasure—shall we observe together?"

Houtu intended to reject him outright, but before she realized it, she inexplicably agreed.

"Alright!"

Houtu and Red Cloud ascended the cliffside together, greeting each of the mighty figures as they arrived.