Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

While Bixiao stood there in silent disappointment, Li Mingzhu felt that this ending was already rather favorable. After all, if they truly fought, it wasn't certain they could win.

Did they think the ten Daluo Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were mere pushovers? Especially since Nvba hadn't recovered her strength yet. Although Zhao Gongming and his siblings were formidable in single combat, once a battle broke out with those ten Golden Immortals, the outcome would remain uncertain!

The scene descended into an eerie calm, while on the other side, the confrontation among several Quasi-Saints began to spark more and more tension, the onset of war now imminent.

"Gonggong, your treacherous actions defy the Heavenly Way—they cannot be tolerated!"

The trigger of the battle was precisely this statement about the Heavenly Way's intolerance from Guang Chengzi.

Though war had been inevitable, these words were what truly brought the clash to explosion.

"Heavenly Way's intolerance? The Wu Clan has always fought against heaven and earth. Why should we fear the Heavenly Way? Today, this seat will show you so-called disciples of the Saints just how capable you are—coming here only to throw your lives away!"

Suddenly, Gonggong revealed his Heaven-Earth Dharma Form. His god-like demonic body stretched tens of thousands of zhang tall, towering into the skies, evoking the aura of Pangu from the era of Chaos.

Typically, it was already extraordinary for the Heaven-Earth Dharma Form of a member of the Wu Clan to measure several hundred zhang, let alone a divine-demonic body of tens of thousands of zhang!

"Prepare to die!"

Duobao and Xuandu both shouted simultaneously. Among the Quasi-Saints present, they were the two with the highest cultivation, having already severed two corpses. Unsurprisingly, they were the first to act.

Duobao unleashed his Duobao Golden Pagoda, descending like a colossal grinding stone. This supreme innate treasure was not only capable of offense and defense, but could also suppress enemies. Indeed, it was a rare palace-class supreme treasure, the pinnacle of innate spiritual treasures.

As for Xuandu, he was Laozi's sole disciple, holding unrivaled assets and skills.

The Yin Yang Map unfurled, sweeping forth as yin and yang energies intertwined and collided, unleashing boundless destructive power. Clearly, Xuandu had inherited Laozi's teachings to their fullest extent.

Laozi's Dao was undoubtedly the Supreme Forget Love path, yet his methods leaned towards the balanced Yin-Yang Taiji Dao. Whether Xuandu's Dao followed the Supreme Forget Love path was unknown, but his mastery of Yin-Yang Taiji techniques was clear.

The Yin Yang Map was undeniably a supreme innate treasure, but driving it to such an extent required profound understanding of the Yin-Yang Taiji Dao.

Two Saint's disciples at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm attacked simultaneously, their momentum vast and boundless, scattering the heavens themselves.

However, Gonggong did not dodge or evade. His colossal divine-demonic body of tens of thousands of zhang punched directly forward—an all-encompassing punch that obliterated everything else. The entire sky seemed reduced to nothing but that one strike.

At Gonggong's level, every action contained Dao resonance. Even though he had never studied martial arts, his punch radiated supreme and pure intent.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion resonated, accompanied by endless firelight erupting in the air. Even Li Mingzhu couldn't discern what was happening at the epicenter of the clash.

By the time the situation became clear again, Gonggong's punch remained intact, surging straight toward Xuandu and Duobao.

Meanwhile, the two supreme innate treasures—Duobao Golden Pagoda and Yin Yang Map—had both been knocked away. Gonggong's current strength bordered on the inhuman. To think that Xuandu and Duobao both possessed peak Quasi-Saint cultivation, having severed two corpses!

"Attack together!"

Realizing the disparity, Xuandu shouted, and the remaining Quasi-Saints launched their full offensive.

Gui Ling Saint Mother deployed the Sun and Moon Pearl, its radiance shining bright as day and night; at the same time, Wudang Saint Mother, Jin Ling Saint Mother, and Yun Xiao collectively unleashed their magical treasures, each perfectly aligned with their respective Daoist skills.

The power of these spiritual treasures was one thing, but without the appropriate Dao techniques to complement them, they could not reach their full potential. This was where Li Mingzhu still fell short.

The saying goes: "It's not the treasure's quantity but its suitability that matters." Such wisdom applied here.

Guang Chengzi also brought forth the Sky Flipping Seal. Alongside it, he hurled the Yin-Yang Twin Swords and the Soul Falling Bell—all rushing forward. As the Chan Sect's foremost Golden Immortal, Guang Chengzi's resources were undoubtedly substantial.

The Sky Flipping Seal, for instance, was refined from a fragment of Buzhou Mountain, a postnatal treasure. Meanwhile, the Soul Falling Bell and Yin-Yang Twin Swords were supreme innate treasures.

With such resources at his disposal, it was no wonder Guang Chengzi carried himself with pride. Despite having only recently entered the Quasi-Saint realm, his combat strength was beyond reproach.

"Boom!"

Facing the collective, all-out assault of these Saint's disciples, Gonggong merely laughed. His towering divine-demonic body surged forward, wholly ignoring the attacks.

This divine demon body, with a human face and dragon form, stood atop two colossal black serpents. Its design hinted at the original form of a Chaos-era god-demon.

The incoming attacks merely struck Gonggong's divine-demonic body with reverberating impacts, yet failed to leave a single mark.

Like a crashing thunderbolt, Gonggong lunged toward Duobao and Xuandu, who stood at the forefront due to their higher cultivation.

With his left hand forming a blade, he swiped across. Though Duobao and Xuandu did their utmost to resist with the Duobao Golden Pagoda and Yin Yang Map, they stood no chance against Gonggong's strike.

The sheer power of the physical strength involved, honed to the peak of an Ancestral Witch, already outmatched them. Coupled with Gonggong's superior cultivation, the two were effortlessly swept aside, spewing blood. Even the Duobao Golden Pagoda and Yin Yang Map developed cracks.

That a single strike could inflict damage on supreme innate treasures left Li Mingzhu utterly speechless. The notion of "invincible below the Saints" resurfaced in her mind as she faced the terror that was Gonggong.

Duobao and Xuandu had been the first and strongest line of defense. As they fell, Gonggong advanced once more.

He opened his mouth to unleash an ocean-like tide of Beiming Heavy Water, surging forth. This was no longer physical strength—it was witchcraft, the exclusive one of Gonggong's own.

Jin Ling, Gui Ling, Wudang, Yun Xiao, and Guang Chengzi, all standing in a single line, were immediately engulfed in the torrent of Beiming Heavy Water. Though they reacted swiftly, mounting defenses, their best efforts could only protect themselves. Any resistance was out of the question. Escape, even, became an arduous endeavor.

In the Primordial Three Realms, the waters of the Ruishui River were renowned for their might. Yet compared to the Beiming Heavy Water, they were child's play.

Gonggong did not slow his advance. Charging forward, he stomped down hard!

"Stop, you wretch!"

A thunderous voice rang out. Though Gonggong momentarily paused in response, this brief hesitation allowed Guang Chengzi and the others to seize a chance and rescue themselves from peril.

But the danger was far from over. As long as Gonggong lived, the shadow of death loomed ever near.

"Zhenyuanzi!"

Gonggong slowly uttered the name, his expression grim for the first time. Clearly, the arrival of Zhenyuanzi caused him considerable unease!