Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha

Taiyi Zhenren felt that this matter with Nezha should have been concealed.

But that didn't mean his heart was at peace, after all, suddenly there was a seed that sprang up beyond the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams, and outside the Heavenly Dao. From the perspective of a disciple of the Chan Sect like him, it was not a good thing.

He looked at the letter sent by his disciple Ling He Perfected, raised an eyebrow, and his previously anxious heart, as if being roasted over a blazing fire, instead relaxed.

It seemed he was overthinking. The Heavenly Dao has its own logic, and even if he did nothing, things would develop towards their original path.

No, Taiyi Zhenren thought, I live under this Heavenly Dao, and what I say, do, and think naturally aligns with the Heavenly Dao; it is my destiny.

Deviation from the Heavenly Dao is no small matter. He was originally worried about what to tell the grand master and the patriarch if Nezha didn't stir up trouble, and had even formulated a series of countermeasures for this.

Now it seems, without needing to lift a finger, this 'Nezha' has taken this path on his own.

"Nezha, oh Nezha, go ahead and cause trouble, the bigger the better. When you can no longer handle it, it will be time for the master to act and rectify everything, just for this moment!"

Taiyi Zhenren's heart was elated, but the young disciple who had just entered from the outside looked somewhat displeased and irritable.

Taiyi Zhenren looked down. This disciple was about six or seven years old, dressed in a tight red outfit, exceptional in beauty, with a vivid crimson flame mark on his forehead, eyes like churning stars, holding an iron spear with a fierce aura that reached the heavens.

With just a glance, Taiyi Zhenren concluded: The murderous spirit is too heavy; it needs to be tempered.

He half-closed his eyes and slowly said, "Spirit Pearl, now that you have reincarnated into the world, why do you not follow the master's orders and train your spear properly? Why do you keep coming here?"

"Reporting to Master, disciple is not convinced!"

"What are you not convinced about?"

"If I had Nezha's body at Chentang Pass, with the innate saintly body aiding my cultivation, I wouldn't be struggling at the God Absorption Realm after years of harsh practice. Rather, Master should send me down the mountain to capture Nezha, shatter his soul, and take his body, ensuring I quickly form a Golden Core!"

Spirit Pearl's words were decisive and full of momentum, not noticing that Taiyi Zhenren's expression had turned extremely dark.

The master on the platform sighed deeply, knowing with Spirit Pearl's impulsive nature, it's uncertain how much tempering it would require to aid in the Divine Enthronement enterprise in the future; he just said, "Do not be discouraged, cultivation is inherently difficult, depending on wisdom and opportunities, talent is secondary. Furthermore, speaking of talent, the body I found for you had three Harmonization Spirit Bones, far surpassing the ordinary, comparable to Nezha."

"But it's still inferior!" Spirit Pearl refused to give in, thinking Nezha's body should inherently be his, and anything else, no matter how good, was still lacking.

Even though Taiyi Zhenren taught him the 'Purple Flame Serpent Spear' and related cultivation techniques, he, being naturally gifted and reborn of a strange treasure, progressed swiftly; yet whenever faced with setbacks, he blamed this slight inferiority in the body's talent, throwing big tantrums as a result.

Actually, Taiyi Zhenren was not lying. To conceal the heavenly mechanism and hide it from the Heavenly Venerate and the grand master, he had Spirit Pearl reincarnate on time, and the body he resides in was a Spiritual Infant he searched for across vast regions.

Upon discovering the infant's quality, Taiyi Zhenren was overjoyed, immediately annihilating the infant's entire family and bringing the child back to the Golden Light Cave, shattering its soul, implanting Spirit Pearl's spiritual acupoint into it.

Taiyi Zhenren reprimanded, "You wretched disciple, how foolish you are! The path of immortal cultivation is but an instant in thousands of years, yet you cannot wait even two! Do you not understand the master's painstaking efforts, all for your own good? If you seize Nezha's body now, when he returns the flesh to his mother and bones to his father, how will you endure such pain on his behalf?"

Spirit Pearl wanted to retort but was silenced by Taiyi Zhenren, who continued, "The Heavenly Venerate's calculations are divine. He is traveling the country and the world. If you act now and leave a trace captured within the Heavenly Dao, and he deduces the cause and effect, reports it to the grand master, surely he will punish both of us!"

Taiyi Zhenren had already implicated the sect leader, and Spirit Pearl, however angry, had no courage left to retort, only asking, "In that case, will things change in two years?"

"In two years, the Heavenly Venerate will enter seclusion."

Spirit Pearl now understood Taiyi Zhenren's meaning. After taking his leave, he inwardly mocked his master for being timid, yet a relentless obsession consumed him, hating that Nezha, who he had never even met.

As for Nezha, he was completely unaware of this matter at the moment, immersed in his troubles.

Such as how to face the Yaksha, and after that, how to face the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, and when Li Jing returns, how to deal with Li Jing. He originally thought these were all his concerns.

But when he really sat down on a large rock near Lizhu Gorge on the shore of the East Sea, feeling the sea breeze and watching wave after wave crash into the rocks, all worries faded away.

He fantasized about being like those invincible heroes in novels, sitting by the sea and comprehending a powerful and enduring martial art to use against the Yaksha later.

After watching for half a day, far from comprehending any invincible martial art, he flailed around in the bleak sea breeze for half a day, unable to even complete a full set of military style exercises.

Overhead, seagulls flew by, mocking him with their cries and dropping a few bombs of bird droppings.

Nezha looked around, the once lively cliff area where offerings took place now devoid of villagers, leaving only a few strangely dressed Great Witches staring at him with expectant eyes.

The world is bustling for profit.

The world hustles for profit.

This confrontation, whether harmonious or fiercely fought, as long as Nezha wins, their days of ruling as chiefs and overseers of offerings in the village would be over.

So Nezha knew, they could not possibly be expecting him to win.

They were expecting him to lose.

Even hoping he would die.

Knowing this, Nezha's face retained its smile.

The more you expect, the less I'll let you get your way!

When this matter is over, one by one, I'll hold you miserable, scheming wretches accountable!

Nezha thought this, looking at one side at the Sea Guardian Black General of Chentang Pass, who had regained its courage after eating a chicken leg, with sleek and shiny black fur wagging its tail energetically.

He reached out to stroke Big Black's head, saying, "Big Black, paying attention later, if a real fight starts, escape quickly to avoid harm to the black dog, no need to be a hero at that time."

"Woof!"

With Big Black's bark, a mighty wind arose, and a massive dark vortex formed on the once calm sea!