Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

Whether in the Primordial World or in later generations on Earth, it has never been as idyllic as imagined. Darkness pervades everywhere—even though unseen, it persists nonetheless.

East Sea, East Wind Island, East Wind Pavilion.

For fifteen consecutive days, nearly all the pirates within the waters of the East Sea were wiped clean by these three little fellows. Such swift and decisive methods are nothing short of thunderous.

Their cruelty was undeniable; any pirate caught in their sights never had a chance to escape alive.

It was truly akin to the lineage of Ao Yu and the demoness Nüba. If Li Mingzhu were to learn of this, even she would have to admire it.

Of course, what they had done was utterly satisfying to the hearts of many. Even if Li Mingzhu knew, she wouldn't object—after all, the existence of these pirates was nothing short of a cancerous tumor for the ordinary loose cultivators traveling above the East Sea.

"Esteemed immortals, please come inside. Our Store Manager of East Wind Pavilion hosts this gathering on East Wind Island today to express gratitude for the removal of harm inflicted upon the East Sea by you four celestial beings."

An elderly man dressed in a yellow robe greeted Lei Zhenzi and his companions, smiling as he led them onto the island.

"It's a trifling matter, hardly worthy of such hospitality from the Store Manager!"

Lei Zhenzi replied with a smile. Perhaps their recent streak of pirate extermination had made them overly confident, or perhaps their vigilance had always been lacking. Without paying much heed, they followed this yellow-robed elder into East Wind Island.

Once they entered the island, the elder abruptly vanished, reappearing outside the island and making a throat-slitting gesture towards the void.

"Store Manager, are we truly justified in doing this? These individuals clearly hail from extraordinary backgrounds," a black silhouette emerged from the shadows cautiously, speaking up.

"What is there to justify? Is it not perfectly natural for the Primordial World to have exceptional figures such as these? Besides, these kids possess valuable treasures. If we don't act now, another group might beat us to it—and by then, regret will be too late!"

The same elder—now revealed to be the Store Manager—undoubtedly was the true leader of East Wind Pavilion.

East Wind Pavilion, one of the three major auction houses of the East Sea, presided over countless islands. Even the Dragon Clan had to show it due respect—not merely because of its vast wealth, but also because it had the backing of a Daluo Golden Immortal at the Perfect stage.

This patriarch, self-titled as "East Wind," was shrouded in mystery. Ever since the Demon-Clan War, he had founded this empire upon the East Sea. His strength was unquestionably comparable to that of the East Sea Dragon King, Aoguang.

Such a figure on the East Sea was undoubtedly a sovereign-level powerhouse—who would dare provoke him?

There were even rumors suggesting that the East Wind Patriarch had once been a war general of the Demon Clan during the Demon-Clan War, possessing unrivaled power.

"Let's hope so. If we truly overreach and offend beings we shouldn't touch, regret will indeed come too late!"

The black-clad man sighed softly before vanishing into thin air.

He was the direct disciple of the East Wind Patriarch. Although the elder held the nominal title of Store Manager of East Wind Pavilion, he didn't need to be overly respectful towards him.

Previous politeness towards the elder was based solely on the respect owed to his master.

"Such weak sentimentality—how can great deeds be achieved? I really don't understand why the Patriarch chose you as his direct disciple!"

The yellow-robed Store Manager scoffed coldly. Had it not been for the black-clad man's status as the Patriarch's direct disciple, he would have long disposed of him.

As someone of his stature, none of them lacked a heart of ruthless determination.

Upon receiving the Store Manager's orders, the strong cultivators hidden around East Wind Island swiftly mobilized and began preparing the array.

Upon entering East Wind Island, Lei Zhenzi and the others immediately sensed something amiss. Though the island brimmed with buildings, all prosperous and filled with various Magic Artifacts and Spiritual Medicines, it was extraordinarily devoid of people.

Not a single soul!

Even an imbecile could discern the abnormality of such a circumstance, let alone Lei Zhenzi, seasoned in wit. Realizing this, the group hurriedly attempted to retreat off the island.

Unfortunately, they were a step too late. They were greeted almost immediately by an azure bolt of thunder.

Though the array of East Wind Pavilion was less sophisticated in design compared to those mastered by Lei Zhenzi, it had the distinct advantage of immense power—thanks to the sheer number of cultivators driving it!

No fewer than a hundred Taiyi Golden Immortals simultaneously activated the array. Even the simplest of arrays could exhibit terrifying magnitude under such collaboration!

It must be said, this Store Manager of East Wind Pavilion was indeed willing to commit—sacrificing East Wind Island as well as assembling so many powerful figures in one stroke.

Recognizing the ferocity of the thunderbolt, which was beyond anything they could hope to resist, Lei Zhenzi let out a booming shout: "Join forces to defend!"

Lei Zhenzi quickly unleashed the Primordial Golden Bowl, combining the efforts of the four to drive it. Though incapable of launching a counterattack, they could at least safeguard themselves for the time being.

However, the Primordial Golden Bowl was ultimately a supreme-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure consuming enormous mana. Without breaking free from their predicament, they were bound to be exhausted and perish on East Wind Island.

"So it turns out they truly possess an extraordinary treasure!"

Outside East Wind Island, the Store Manager beheld the Treasure Light emanating from the artifact and rejoiced inwardly. Although he couldn't annihilate this group immediately, haste was no longer necessary.

Despite flaws in their cultivation, the treasure within the island ensured winds of fortune abounded—with victory in sight, patience seemed of little cost.

It was undoubtedly an Innate Spiritual Treasure, and of a notably high level.

Though he had encountered Innate Spiritual Treasures before, his experiences were limited. His deepest impression remained with the mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure possessed by the East Wind Patriarch.

Now, the artifact within the island clearly surpassed even the Patriarch's best mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—this was boundless opportunity.

Boundless opportunity, indeed—but did he possess the destiny to savor it?

Meanwhile, three thousand miles away on Three Immortals Island, Yun Xiao sensed the activation of the Primordial Golden Bowl. Feeling an ominous stir in her spirit, she calculated briefly and discovered the dire plight of the three youngsters.

Without hesitation, she vanished in a flash, departing from the island.

What caliber of Daoist cultivation had Yun Xiao attained?

A genuine two-corpses Quasi-Saint, unrestrained by the Heaven and Earth Rules of the Primordial World. A span of three thousand miles was a mere blink of an eye for her!

A Quasi-Saint in motion, even with no intention of concealing herself, might not display the spectacle of a Saint—but her aura alone was overwhelming.

In an instant, the weather shifted dramatically, the skies turned ominous, and though there was no sign of torrential rain, howling winds swept endlessly.

Amid the questioning gazes of those around, the Store Manager remained defiant and sneered coldly: "Why are you just standing there? Quickly capture the three!"

"Crack... crack…"

A sound of void shattering echoed as Yun Xiao, draped in white and stepping on clouds, descended like a Heavenly Saint!

With a casual sweep of her hand, a dazzling white light, devoid of the slightest trace of worldly essence, instantaneously reduced the hundred Taiyi Golden Immortals to ash.

The situation, once overwhelmingly advantageous, was immediately overturned—leaving only the Store Manager alive outside the island, quaking uncontrollably in terror!

He finally recognized who stood before him—the Quasi-Saint and direct disciple of Jie Sect, the Lady Yun Xiao of Three Immortals Island!

With the annihilation of the hundred Taiyi Golden Immortals, Lei Zhenzi and the other four were naturally freed from their predicament as well.