Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

After discussing with Feng Qian and Feng Xi, Li Mingzhu decided to set off immediately. Judging by what they said about the situation with the Parasol Divine Wood, it clearly wasn't looking too optimistic. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sought him out in the first place.

So, once Li Mingzhu agreed, Feng Xi urged them to depart right away. After arranging a few matters, Li Mingzhu followed them toward the Phoenix Clan.

The Phoenix Clan resided in the Nanli Volcano. Many had heard of this name in the Primordial World and knew it was in the south, but few truly knew its exact location.

If this weren't the case, how could the Phoenix Clan have hidden themselves for tens of thousands of years without being discovered? Although some claimed to be members of the Phoenix Clan traversing the world, most of them were of diluted bloodlines and couldn't be considered true Phoenix Clan members.

Take the two phoenixes in West Qi, for example. While they bore the name of phoenixes, they were essentially just a pair of particularly beautiful large birds. However, the ancestor of Yin Shang, Cheng Tang, truly once saved a phoenix.

With the phoenix's assistance, he overthrew Xia Jie, establishing what is now the Yin Shang realm. The Yin Shang Empire later honored the phoenix as their totem, calling it the Mysterious Bird!

Li Mingzhu traveled with Feng Qian and Feng Xi toward the Phoenix Clan, while on another side, Bixiao, who had chased after Qianye Wuheng on that day, still hadn't relented, remaining in hot pursuit.

There was only one reason: to reclaim her dignity. To understand why, one must know that Bixiao was indulged and adored by all within the Jie Sect. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?

Yet Qianye Wuheng not only disrespected her publicly, criticizing her as utterly worthless, but also took her Spiritual Treasure. This was a disgrace she simply couldn't swallow!

Although Qianye Wuheng's cultivation techniques and combat skills were entirely self-created and nearly perfect, his flight technique was inferior to the ones taught directly within the Jie Sect. Naturally, this made it difficult for him to shake off Bixiao.

"Fairy, why do you chase after this poor Taoist so persistently? As for the Spiritual Treasure, I've already said: if you can prove yourself worthy of the Quasi-Saint realm, I will return it to you!"

Qianye Wuheng spoke without sorrow or joy. Once he said his piece, if Bixiao still refused to leave, then so be it.

To him, no matter what noise Bixiao made or how much trouble she stirred, it amounted to nothing more significant than the antics of ants on the ground.

"Apologize to me, and I'll gift you the Spiritual Treasure!"

Bixiao said arrogantly. While the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors were important, to the little princess of Jie Sect, they were nothing extraordinary. What would be truly rare was forcing Qianye Wuheng to apologize.

Qianye Wuheng closed his eyes and resumed cultivating, paying her no further attention.

Forget such unreasonable demands—he wouldn't care even if her request was entirely reasonable.

Under the towering ancient tree on a lone island, Qianye Wuheng sat crouched, closing his eyes as his hands performed complex gestures.

At every moment, he was either cultivating or deducing!

This relentless dedication was the reason behind Qianye Wuheng's meteoric rise in just twenty thousand years. It was also why he had earned the title of Grandmaster!

Seeing Qianye Wuheng ignore her, Bixiao was naturally infuriated. She outright entered meditation beside him, her type of temperament making it impossible to simply endure his disdain.

"Upper Pure Divine Thunder!"

Bixiao shouted loudly. Once again, she unleashed the Upper Pure Divine Thunder. She cared not whether Qianye Wuheng, who was deep in cultivation, could block it. With her character, if someone crossed her, they would have to pay the price.

However, the sweeping and magnificent Upper Pure Divine Thunder had no effect on Qianye Wuheng. Within a radius of ten meters around him, a self-contained domain seemed to exist. No matter how ferocious the divine thunder, it could not penetrate an inch!

This was already a Quasi-Saint Divine Power. Even if he wasn't a Quasi-Saint, he was not far from it.

"You were hiding your strength back then?"

Bixiao was furious. A dignified Quasi-Saint challenging a junior and even seizing her Magic Artifact—could he be any more shameless?

Qianye Wuheng remained seated with his eyes closed, ignoring everything. It was as though Bixiao didn't even exist.

And indeed, to him, she truly didn't matter at all.

Bixiao, undeterred, tried every possible strategy to disrupt Qianye Wuheng's cultivation. Unfortunately, she couldn't even manage to wake him.

Three days later, Qianye Wuheng abruptly opened his eyes. For the first time, his expressionless face revealed unrestrained joy. For a moment, Bixiao mistakenly believed her disruptions had finally succeeded!

Qianye Wuheng glanced at Bixiao, seeing she still hadn't left. He paid her no further attention. Instead, three clones of him manifested simultaneously.

The three clones sat cross-legged beneath the great tree, each extending their palms. Instantly, three overwhelming yet restrained auras spread outward.

Every drop of momentum symbolized part of his Spiritual Energy. For someone like Qianye Wuheng, who had risen from insignificance, even a single portion of Spiritual Energy was precious. Not a shred was wasted!

It was precisely this meticulous approach that forged the reputation of Qianye Wuheng, the Grandmaster of the East Sea, feared across the Primordial World!

Each of the three clones radiated equivalent but distinct auras, one emanating white, one yellow, and one black. These clones each cultivated techniques of the Demon Clan, Witch Clan, and Human Clan, distinct yet interconnected.

As all three techniques were self-created by Qianye Wuheng, they naturally complemented each other, forming a unified whole.

The reason for Qianye Wuheng's earlier joy was that his Quasi-Saint Chapter cultivation technique had finally been perfected. Now was the time to step into the Quasi-Saint realm!

The merging of the three bodies signified achieving Quasi-Sainthood!

According to Qianye Wuheng's deductions, once the three bodies merged, he would directly become a late-stage Quasi-Saint.

Upon reaching that stage, he would split into three clones again, cultivate up to the Quasi-Saint peak, and merge once more—at which point, he would be a late-stage Saint.

Yet for this final step, he had no clear direction. Perhaps only by challenging a true Saint could he find inspiration for the breakthrough.

In the Primordial World, the usual method of attaining Quasi-Sainthood required Cutting Three Corpses, imbuing obsessions into Spiritual Treasures to ascend. Qianye Wuheng, however, had forged a wholly different path.

He reversed the Dao of Saints!

The merging of the three bodies signified Quasi-Sainthood!

No severing of corpses, no reliance on Innate Spiritual Treasures—he depended solely on himself!

As Bixiao watched the three slowly merge into one while Qianye Wuheng's aura grew increasingly powerful, a sudden fear gripped her heart!

What kind of monster was this? Was this how one achieved Quasi-Sainthood?

No fundamental power of heaven and earth, no Innate Spiritual Treasure—he simply merged his three clones into one and ascended. Was it this easy?

She had witnessed Quasi-Saint breakthroughs before but had never seen anything like this!

Before Bixiao could continue her shock, the process was already complete. Qianye Wuheng successfully achieved Quasi-Saint late stage, exactly as he anticipated, without a hitch.

However, an endless black cloud suddenly surged down from above. Such a self-made path was clearly not tolerable under the Heavenly Dao—thunder tribulation loomed overhead.

Qianye Wuheng, however, remained utterly calm, as though he had encountered such situations countless times before.

Fresh from merging into one, Qianye Wuheng split into three once again. Each form was now at the late-stage Quasi-Saint level!