Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

On Yingzhou Island, let's not even discuss other treasures—just that Fusang Wood alone has already made countless people covetous!

However, while many desire the Fusang Wood, in reality, its practical uses after acquisition are extremely limited. At most, it can be used to forcibly absorb spiritual energy to enhance cultivation or to refine spiritual treasures.

The utilization rate is terribly low!

Unlike Pan Shan Old Ancestor—should he obtain this Fusang Wood, he would instantly rise to join the ranks of the most elite among Quasi-Sect Leaders.

Fusang Wood, despite being of the fire attribute, is an exceptional Innate Spirit Root. If those parasitic bugs could consume it, just imagine...

Not only could those bugs break through to the realm of Quasi-Sect Leader, but they could also gain mastery over the divine skill Solar True Fire—this is Pan Shan's enormous opportunity.

The parasitic bugs under Pan Shan Old Ancestor originally needed to devour spiritual treasures or spiritual objects continuously to advance to the realm of a Quasi-Sect Leader; with this supreme Innate Spirit Root now available, it was undeniably a fateful chance!

As for Pan Shan taking the Fusang Wood, Li Mingzhu did not object; after all, whether he had it or not made little difference to him.

If this Fusang Wood could be exchanged for the friendship of a Quasi-Sect Leader, it would undoubtedly be a worthwhile trade.

Fusang Wood, though precious, was ultimately nothing more than a lifeless thing. In Li Mingzhu's perspective, no object was ever as important as people.

"Let's go in,"

Pan Shan Old Ancestor, after drinking an unknown amount of wine, seemed to have calmed down significantly and said to Li Mingzhu.

"Alright!"

Li Mingzhu didn't waste words and followed Pan Shan Old Ancestor into Yingzhou Island.

In the East Sea, there have always been legends of the Three Immortal Mountains overseas. These so-called Three Mountains—Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou—were said to exist, but Yingzhou Island had long been occupied by Donghuang, gifted to his ten nephews, while Penglai and Fangzhang had yet to reveal themselves.

However, since Hou Yi shot down nine suns in the past, Yingzhou Island had never surfaced again.

This time Yingzhou Island's appearance was entirely due to a fortuitous combination of circumstances—perfect timing, location, and harmony between people and nature.

Meanwhile, far away in the Heavenly Palace, Hao Tian was grinding his teeth in frustration. For all his calculations, he had wholly overlooked the Red Ribbon—a ridiculous oversight. Yet, maddeningly, it happened.

Could it be because of a Saint?

If no Saint had intervened, how could he have neglected such a critical detail?

Hao Tian knew that the sole reason he was chasing Li Mingzhu was for that Red Ribbon; otherwise, would the matter of Luo Xuan alone merit offending two Saints?

For someone of Hao Tian's stature, unless the benefits were sufficient, there would never be casual action. Note that the Red Ribbon in ancient times was the very ribbon hanging from the Donghuang Bell.

What is the Donghuang Bell? One of the three treasures born at the beginning of creation—the Chaos Bell, an Innate Treasure. Why were the Three Pure Ones so powerful? Because each of them possessed either an Innate Treasure or an item equivalent to an Innate Treasure!

Furthermore, rumors claimed the last trace of Hongmeng Purple Qi was within the Chaos Bell. Ever since Donghuang perished, the Daoist Ancestor concealed the Bell's whereabouts, and it had never been seen again.

Among all things in the Primordial World, the Red Ribbon might be the only clue leading to the Chaos Bell. Hao Tian had somehow come upon this information, and this drove his pursuit of Li Mingzhu.

Achieving sainthood, coupled with claiming a supreme Innate spiritual treasure, made it entirely reasonable for Hao Tian himself to descend to the lower realm and hunt Li Mingzhu.

To be fair, Hao Tian had indeed considered this. However, fearing that it might alarm the Saints, he refrained.

Unfortunately, everything now had gone up in smoke and instead benefited Li Mingzhu.

The rays of the sun activated the Red Ribbon, leading to the ignition of Solar True Fire and ultimately revealing Yingzhou Island!

Hao Tian now found himself with nothing to show for his efforts, losing both time and opportunity. All of this should have been his in the first place.

"Summon the Celestial Star Battle Formation at once! As soon as Li Mingzhu exits Yingzhou Island, annihilate him!"

Hao Tian snorted coldly but immediately reconsidered. If the strike wasn't lethal enough, surely the Saints would intervene, making the endeavor more trouble than it was worth.

"Heavenly Silkworm!"

Hao Tian pondered briefly before whispering softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

As soon as Hao Tian spoke, a white figure flashed by. Its appearance remained unclear, but its aura promised immense strength.

Hao Tian, after ruling over the Heavenly Court for countless years, could hardly have failed to cultivate secret forces—claiming otherwise would be a joke.

The Heavenly Court had long been enriched by the essence of the sun and moon and abundant spiritual energy. Even cultivating on his own, Hao Tian had more than enough resources to nurture a legion of experts. That none had been revealed thus far spoke volumes about his ambitions!

Within Yingzhou Island, Li Mingzhu and Pan Shan barely managed to step into the outer edge before running into trouble. While both anticipated difficulties, they hadn't expected the likes of this.

Upon entering the island further, Li Mingzhu realized that the entire land had transformed into a demon tomb—a Tomb of Ten Thousand Yao Spirits!

The island is divided into twelve levels, with the strength of the demons buried increasing the deeper you go. Were it merely a tomb of monsters, it wouldn't be a big deal. But due to Fusang Wood nourishing the area, these long-dead Demon Clan members had all turned into Yao Spirits.

"Each to his own abilities, then,"

Li Mingzhu glanced at Pan Shan Old Ancestor and said gravely.

"Very well!"

Li Mingzhu, intent on seeking other opportunities on Yingzhou Island, naturally wouldn't accompany Pan Shan on his path.

Li Mingzhu wielded Cheng Ying Sword as a flying sword, not holding it in his hand but letting it revolve around him. Any Yao Spirit daring to approach would be shredded by the sword!

Though Yingzhou Island split into twelve levels, the path to Fusang Wood didn't traverse the tomb zones, making Pan Shan's journey theoretically easier than Li Mingzhu's battleground standoff.

But reality proved the opposite. Instead of fewer dangers, Pan Shan faced the strongest Yao Spirits along his route.

For instance, the remains of the Ten Great Monster Saints, after their downfall, had been buried here by Donghuang and Emperor Jun. The dire hazards Pan Shan now faced were beyond measure.

Though Li Mingzhu was besieged by Yao Spirits, being at the outer layers made his battles relatively easy.

Naturally, things would grow increasingly difficult later on.

Li Mingzhu moved like a killing god, surrounded by the spinning Cheng Ying Sword. Meanwhile, he ceaselessly sent out the Qiankun Ring from his hands to eliminate Yao Spirits.

As Li Mingzhu approached the end of clearing the first level of Yao Spirits, the space around him shifted suddenly. All he could see was darkness.

"Bang!"

Just as Li Mingzhu prepared to emit some light, a golden flame burst forth, illuminating the darkness completely.

Before him lay an expanse of palaces, inscribed with "Great Sun Palace"!

In front of the first palace stood a stone stele, carved with the four characters "Twelve Heavenly Palaces."

The script belonged to the Demon Clan. Had Li Mingzhu not once been a disciple of Nuwa, he might genuinely not have been able to read it!

The back of the stele also bore inscriptions, explaining the origins and purpose of the Twelve Heavenly Palaces.