Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 115: Condensing the Golden Core

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Condensing the Golden Core

The Wind Fire Wheel under the feet of the Spirit Pearl was far faster than the usual tunnel light, leaving trails of radiance unable to catch up with him and falling behind.

Holding two fist-sized Star River Divine Sands in his hand, he recalled the dark black pebbles brought out by Huang Feihu when he visited King Wu Cheng’s mansion, frowning, "Cunning villain, truly you have no shortage of Star River Divine Sand in your hand. No matter what tricks you have, once I complete the Top-grade Golden Core, I will naturally settle the score with you in the future!"

The long spear in his hand severed a flying sword in midair, sending a painful shock through his hand.

The Spirit Pearl gnashed his teeth in hatred in the air; he also resented his master. If his master had bestowed him with the ’Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover’ when he came, not to mention this group of scoundrels before him, even a Taiyi Golden Immortal would be slain.

With such thoughts, he could only flee for his life.

Completely forgetting that even if the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover could truly burn a Taiyi Golden Immortal to death, the Taiyi Golden Immortal would merely need to glance at him from afar, and the formless Primordial Spirit Power could turn him into a corpse.

The Wind Fire Wheel beneath the Spirit Pearl unfurled thousands of flames like petals falling onto the city, instantly raising dozens of fireballs, causing the people to flee in chaos, screaming in agony.

The city had become even more chaotic at this moment.

"Make it more chaotic, these ignorant fools, it’s their own fault if they’re burned to death!"

Feeling proud, he suddenly saw a golden light appear before him, unable to dodge in time, and was struck in the shoulder blade by the golden light.

Despite his treasure body being remarkable, this golden light was a treasure, instantly denting his shoulder, even causing him to drop one of the Star River Divine Sands he was pinching.

This golden light was, of course, the Qiankun Ring.

Nezha swiftly picked up the Star River Divine Sand, feeling the familiar aura on it, rejoicing in his heart. A few days ago, he’d been worried that Huang Feihu hadn’t contacted him, wondering if his initial offer was too low, making him uninterested.

Now, this Star River Divine Sand fell right into his hands from the sky without any effort.

"Damn, what luck."

In mid-air, the Spirit Pearl was suddenly ambushed, making him furious.

Looking down to search for the dropped Star River Divine Sand, he caught sight of his assailant. It was obviously the child who had meddled without reason that day, using the talisman sword to almost get him killed and cost him his Fire-tipped Spear.

Moreover, the crucial point was that he recognized the magical treasure used to ambush him.

Qiankun Ring.

"Nezha!"

So this figure whom he hated to the bone was indeed the Nezha he had longed for in his heart!

The furious roar echoed above Zhaoge City, disregarding the others chasing him from behind, he charged downwards with just one hand wielding his iron spear.

Nezha could not outrun the Wind Fire Wheel and could not escape. Watching the people below burn into charcoal, he was filled with anger too, and took out his Fire-tipped Spear to meet the challenge.

In this duel, merely considering spear skills, he was still no match, yet the Spirit Pearl had to guard against the wisp of Samadhi Fire on the Fire-tipped Spear, unable to take him for the moment.

Especially since he had just been disabled in one arm by Nezha, after more than a dozen moves, he couldn’t even gain the upper hand.

"Every spear is different, he’s improving, damn it!"

The Spirit Pearl clashed with Nezha, feeling a faint shock inside. Though gritting his teeth and striking, he found no advantage, having to use the Wind Fire Wheel to release two flames to create distance, standing in the air, shouting:

"Nezha! I will remember you, once I recover from my wounds, I will surely come to kill you!"

Nezha remained silent, suddenly exchanged his sword for his spear and charged ahead, slashing with his sword to sever a full head of black hair from the Spirit Pearl, stunning him into cold sweat.

Seeing the icy coldness in Nezha’s eyes, the Spirit Pearl trembled all over, immediately focused solely on escaping.

Fortunately, relying on the Wind Fire Wheel, he was swift, outpacing anyone, disappearing in no time.

The crowd no longer saw the Spirit Pearl, then pursued Nezha, who without the Wind Fire Wheel, couldn’t escape. He could only find a secluded alley, using a talisman of the Demon Race to open the door to the small world, and hide inside to escape peril.

"Damn, these cultivators really have no martial ethics. They appear respectful one by one when meeting, but in the dead of night, they gang up and attack a single child without shame."

Nezha lay on the grassy ground, looking at the night sky within the Quasi-Saint Small World.

The sky was a deep black, nearly despairing in color, devoid of moonlight and starlight, as if dark clouds obscured the heavens.

In the distant and nearby mountains, star-like candlelights flickered in the wind, like a dreamlike illusion.

Nezha walked through knee-deep grass to the front of a straw hut, waking up a sleeping chestnut-red horse, which ambled over, extending a rough, thick tongue to lick his face.

"Alright, alright, I just took a bath tonight."

He pushed the horse’s head aside, lit a lamp, and gazed at the irregularly shaped stone in his hand, which glowed a faint, gentle blue light, like a star.

"This Spirit Pearl still holds a piece of Star River Divine Sand; he must also be aiming to form a Golden Core with this treasure. Once he seeks revenge, it’ll be trouble."

Nezha paced back and forth by the lake, cast another glance at the Star River Divine Sand in his hand, thinking:

"Previously, everything was ready except for the east wind. Now that the east wind is here, why don’t I also refine a Golden Core?"

Deciding immediately, Nezha adjusted his breath, meditating, waiting for his body to recover to its peak state, then opened his eyes, emitting a radiant glow.

He headed to the Medicine Garden, picking some useful and already mature herbs, whether they were ten-thousand-year spiritual medicines or drug kings aged over fifty thousand years, collecting them all.

He employed the Water Style, riding the tunnel light to a distant place amidst the mountains, finding a spot rich in Primordial Qi, and chopped down foliage to clear a space.

It is often said:

The Golden Core realm speaks of wonders,

Refining celestial embryos, day and month prolong.

Since he began cultivation, everything happened naturally, except for the delay in the Golden Core realm process, but it hasn’t hindered him for long.

If he had no desires and merely wanted to form an ordinary Golden Core to be satisfied, he wouldn’t even need to seek Star River Divine Sand in Zhaoge.

Exhaling once more, he reminisced on the Golden Core Technique he had comprehended, took out the Star River Divine Sand, enveloped it with a wisp of spiritual insight, and burned it using the Samadhi Fire from the Fire-tipped Spear.

Nine burns, nine refinements.

Each time, almost draining the Primordial Qi within him, repeatedly, ten days passed, and the fist-sized Star River Divine Sand had turned into a thumb-sized, transparent sphere.

Looking with his eyes, it seemed like stars flashing and fading in the sphere.

The insight on this Star River Divine Sand was now indistinguishable from Nezha’s, even with his eyes closed, he could sense his body linked to it.

"What a strange feeling, it’s like this stone has become a part of my body."

Following the method, Nezha circulated insight and Primordial Qi, the now formed Dan Embryo also orbited around, rotating suspended in the air.

With a gesture, a red fruit floated into the air, meeting the Dan Embryo and melting instantly as snow under a spring sun, transforming into a rich Life Essence Qi merging into it.

This red fruit was a thousand-year Vermilion Fruit obtained at the foot of Nuwa Temple, possessing life-restoring and bone-growing effects, causing factions to fight to the death over it, though its thousand-year age didn’t even rank in Nezha’s Medicine Garden.

Nezha merely felt a jolt throughout his body, seemingly undergoing change, feeling hopeful of achieving a Second Grade Golden Core with just the single Vermilion Fruit.

The Dan Embryo’s transformation process was irreversible, Nezha’s actions couldn’t pause either.

With a motion, a heap of withered branches appeared in midair, burning to emit a pale white flame upon contacting the Dan Embryo, originating from the Ten Thousand Miles Netherworld Wood obtained from Ao Bing.

This Netherworld Wood’s effectiveness exceeded even the thousand-year Vermilion Fruit; it burned for half a day, and the smoke vapor not only contained rich Life Essence Qi but also emitted a sliver of silver-cold force, carving a white Dan Pattern onto the Dan Embryo.

Nezha immediately felt a chill all over, soon covered with a layer of frost.

"Leaping to the Fourth Grade?"

He then consecutively offered three Ten Thousand-years Spiritual Medicines, with their rich Life Essence stirring the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, forming a storm before consolidating into a dark cloud ten feet above his head.

"Including these, all these are over fifty or sixty thousand years old, still cannot achieve the Sixth Grade?"

Nezha then remembered Shi Ji’s words, even if Ao Bing possessed riches of the Four Seas and exceptional talent, could only form a Sixth Grade Middle Grade Golden Core.

He hadn’t yet felt any limitations due to his talent. The Star River Divine Sand forged Dan Embryo continued to absorb Life Essence Qi continuously, though the ongoing consumption of precious resources still pained him.

Then brought out a palm-sized golden Spirit Ginseng.

"This King of herbs, spanning sixty thousand years, its roots can no longer regenerate once used, as Wu Xiang Monk said, its preciousness might compel a power of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm to sell their services."

Nezha sighed, knowing this wasn’t the time for stinginess; relying on this King of herbs’ abundant Life Essence Qi, the Dan Embryo thrummed again.

The rock he sat on, along with the nearby mountain walls, instantly cracked with dozens of arm-thick fissures, thus propelling him into the Seventh Grade Golden Core realm.

"Still continuing?"

Nezha was both astonished and delighted. Such tremors, if not for the Star River Divine Sand, even the hardest iron Dan Embryo would be shattered by now.

A split Dan Embryo not only ends any chance of ascension but causes accumulated Life Essence to continually leak through the cracks.

Eventually, unless shedding cultivation willing to become a mere mortal, certain doom arrives in three to five years.

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