Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

The Heavenly Eye has the power to open the heavens and earth, the Nine Revolution Profound Skill reveals its mysteries.

Once cleaving Peach Mountain to save his mother, after ten reincarnations, he forged his current form.

With Howling Celestial Dog by his side and his Trident in hand, the protector of the Chan Sect is known as the Lord of Two Wolves.

With a heart full of battle intent that defies the firmament, he can transform into a War God to challenge the Nine Heavens!

Yang Jian, clad in silver armor and a white robe, holding the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade and leading the Howling Celestial Dog, stepped forward. Now that the two sects stand off against each other, let him and Li Mingzhu engage in an all-out and honorable battle!

"Li Mingzhu, I, this humble Daoist, have come to slay you!"

Yang Jian roared loudly. In this battle, not only would victory determine the outcome, but it would also determine life or death.

Yet Yang Jian did not realize just how vast the gap between him and Li Mingzhu truly was. Even if he wished to settle life and death, he was not qualified to do so.

"Very well! Yang Jian, I hope you will not disappoint this humble Daoist. Come and fight!"

Li Mingzhu's aura surged to its peak. Although he was merely at the peak of Golden Immortal cultivation, the sheer force of his aura was already comparable to a Quasi-Saint!

Everyone present was deeply shocked, even the Saints among them could only marvel. Li Mingzhu truly was a prodigy.

A Daluo Golden Immortal capable of rivaling a Quasi-Saint was an extreme rarity. But here stood Li Mingzhu, still only a Golden Immortal. If he ascended to Daluo, how terrifying could he become?

No one knew, and no one could foresee!

Li Mingzhu stepped forward, not even wielding his Fire-tipped Spear. Instead, he launched a single punch without relying on the power of any array, a purely forthright strike!

Seeing Li Mingzhu's apparent arrogance, Yang Jian was enraged as well. Blending man and blade into one, he transformed into a surging Azure Dragon, attacking Li Mingzhu!

In the past, when Yang Jian performed this move, he could only transform into a flood dragon. Now, he could manifest as an Azure Dragon, proving that these past years were not spent in stagnation but in considerable progress.

Alas, progress is meaningless without comparison. Once compared, it becomes a source of frustration to others.

Take Li Mingzhu now, for instance. The overwhelming intent of his punch erupted as he struck forward, as though at this moment, above the heavens and deep within the Nine Netherworld, there was but one sovereign—a ruler named Li Mingzhu. All else were mere ants!

Even the Saints appeared insignificant in this instant. Such was the domineering will of Li Mingzhu's punch. So long as one existed, they must bow before it!

Though with his current strength he could not truly achieve this, the sheer will of his punch was indeed so tyrannical that Yang Jian, embodied in sword and man, felt a moment of retreat in his heart for the first time in his life!

Once resolutely forward-charging momentum faltered with the thought of retreat, the outcome was inevitable.

The collision of punch intent and sword strike resulted in a one-sided spectacle. Yang Jian was defeated swiftly, without suspense!

"Sigh!"

Though Yu Ding had anticipated from the start that Yang Jian was sure to lose, witnessing his own disciple's defeat firsthand still stirred a deep sense of melancholy within him.

"Who else dares to challenge me?"

After defeating Yang Jian, Li Mingzhu stood proudly before the Celestial Star Battle Formation, his dominance undiminished!

"I, this humble Daoist, shall fight!"

Yu Ding strode forth with his sword. Now that his disciple had been vanquished, it was only natural as a teacher to uphold his honor. No one would accuse him of bullying the young by doing so.

At this time, however, the Jie Sect disciples within the Myriad Immortals Formation also arranged their battle arrays to issue challenges!

Li Mingzhu, a third-generation disciple, had already opened the gates of victory. These senior disciples, naturally, would not be content to lag behind.

Meanwhile, Tongtian Sect Hierarch came before the battlefront and asked, "Do you two recognize this array of mine?"

Laozi laughed heartily, "This formation was born from my expertise. How could I not know? This is the Taiji Liangyi Four Symbols Formation! How difficult could it be?"

Tongtian sneered, "But can you break it?"

Primordial disdainfully declared, "Listen carefully to my words:

From the birth of creation, the Dao reigns supreme, tempering the chaos and separating the pure from the turbid. Taiji births the Liangyi, which give rise to the Four Symbols. Today, it still resides within the palm of my hand."

Laozi asked, "Who will venture into this Taiji Formation for a trial?"

Red Essence replied, "This disciple volunteers to face the formation!"

With a song, he stepped forward, singing:

"This day I perfect the Cutting of Three Corpses, realigning the Bodhi at this very moment. Within the Taiji Formation, I meet a strange warrior; with hindsight, all becomes favorable."

Red Essence leaped boldly, and within the Taiji Formation stood a Daoist, black-faced with a long beard, donning black robes and a silk sash around his waist. He stepped out from the formation, bellowing, "Red Essence, do you dare confront me in formation?"

Red Essence shouted coldly, "Wuyunxian, do not flaunt your strength. This place shall be your death!"

Wuyunxian, enraged, raised his sword to attack. Red Essence met him head-on with his own blade. Three or four rounds had barely passed before Wuyunxian drew the Primordial Hammer from his waist and struck fiercely. With a thunderous sound, Red Essence stumbled to the ground.

Just as Wuyunxian prepared to finish the blow, Guang Chengzi, in a rage, shouted, "Hold your hand from harming my Dao brother. I am coming!"

Brandishing his sword, he confronted Wuyunxian. The two clashed violently, but within a few rounds, Wuyunxian struck once again with his hammer, sending Guang Chengzi sprawling to the ground.

Guang Chengzi picked himself up and retreated northwest. Tongtian Sect Hierarch ordered Wuyunxian to pursue him, saying, "Capture him immediately!"

Wuyunxian accepted the command and followed. As Guang Chengzi fled ahead, Wuyunxian gave chase closely behind. Just as Wuyunxian was about to catch up, Guang Chengzi, out of options, rounded a mountain slope and came face-to-face with Zhunti Daoist.

Zhunti allowed Guang Chengzi to pass and then blocked Wuyunxian, smiling cordially as he said, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist!"

Recognizing Zhunti Daoist, Wuyunxian roared, "Zhunti Daoist! You injured my master in the Slaying Immortal Formation just days ago, and now you're obstructing my path. This is outrageous!" Raising his treasure sword, he swung it toward Zhunti Daoist's head. The Daoist opened his mouth, and a Green Lotus emerged, catching the sword. He said:

"With the Green Lotus upon my tongue, I can hold a sword. Indeed, I share a deep destiny with you, Wuyun."

Zhunti laughed loudly, "Fellow Daoist, you and I are destined companions. I have come to guide you to my Western lands, where we may share eternal bliss together. What could be more perfect?"

Would Wuyunxian endure such humiliation? Fury swept over him as he bellowed, "You wretched Daoist! You've gone too far!" He swung his sword once more, only for Zhunti to extend his middle finger. A White Lotus manifested, catching the blade.