Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 117: Nine-Pattern Divine Pill

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Nine-Pattern Divine Pill

Between the valleys, the violent Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi formed an invisible terrifying turbulence, any mortal flesh that unwittingly enters it would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Therefore, among the mountains, startled birds soared through the air, not daring to land.

Although they could not see this invisible turbulence, they had an instinctive perception of danger, not daring to approach this place even a step.

Just a moment ago, a full eighty-one strikes of golden thunder, Thunder Fire Refining Mountain, struck for almost half an hour.

The valley was scorched black everywhere, rocks melted, vegetation turned to ash.

The pitch-black rock walls now formed a broken oval egg, with a pile of charred, broken blood and bones inside, filled with a gray and desolate air of death, showing no signs of life.

Yet above this aura of death, a blue Treasure Bead was spreading a light as gentle as water, with nine golden divine patterns weaving together to form a cloud shape.

Life and death, yin and yang mutually aid each other.

Clearly mixed with scorched flesh and mud, yet looked like an indivisible whole, harmonious like a secluded world impervious to external interference.

Not a single insect could be found within the world, the rocks on the ground melted and then re-solidified, not a mouse hole or ant nest could be found.

However, outside this world, a bold gray wolf tiptoed over.

It looked at the floating nine-patterned blue Golden Core in the sky, a touch of greed flashing in its pea-sized pale yellow pupils, but the recent primordial qi storm here made it hesitate, not daring to approach.

This moment of hesitation caused it to miss out on a great opportunity.

Also, it prevented Nezha from the misfortune of enduring the Heavenly Tribulation only to be intercepted by a mundane beast.

The next second, the vitality of the Golden Core began to nourish the flesh and blood on the ground, Nezha’s body started to reshape at a visibly discernible speed.

First the Mud Ball Palace, then the Qi Blood Meridians, then the Qi Sea Dantian, and finally even the full head of black hair already draped over his shoulders, his smooth and tender skin would even make the green Lv Zhu’er in his room envious, his muscular and streamlined body pulsating in a specific rhythm.

Through this transformation, it can be said to be a complete metamorphosis.

His appearance almost completely changed, his height grew a full foot taller, even acquaintances would only feel he resembled Nezha but might not necessarily recognize him.

At just seven years old, his physique already matched that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth, and remarkably, he possessed a certain steadiness of someone who had lived two lifetimes.

Nezha took a deep breath, with a thought, the Golden Core was already absorbed into the Dantian.

He naturally felt the changes in his body, choosing not to dwell on the troubles these changes might bring, instead, he opened his eyes and fixed them on the terrified gray wolf in front of him.

Nezha laughed: "You foolish thing, if you weren’t born in this Quasi-Saint Small World, you’d be considered my property, otherwise, the moment I opened my eyes, you’d be dead."

He stood up, stretched his limbs, the subtle sound of wind and thunder within his bones startled the gray wolf into a hasty escape.

And within the Qi Sea, the Golden Core floated up and down in the void, the nine golden patterns faintly visible as if breathing, and with each breath, an exceptionally refined Golden Core Power nurtured his physique, blood, and essence qi like an endless ocean.

"No wonder they say once the Golden Core is formed, one enjoys heavenly longevity, this Nine-Pattern Divine Pill is indeed extraordinary."

He found the Qiankun Bag, retrieved a sharp knife, and made a slash on his arm, yet not a drop of blood came out, only leaving a white mark.

Not enough, he then stabbed an iron cone deeply into his forearm, but upon releasing his grip, only a white dot remained on his forearm.

And with just a gentle punch, the fist crackled the surrounding solidified mountain wall, dozens of large cracks spreading outward from his fist as the center.

Seeing such power, even Nezha himself was somewhat shocked.

He inherently had a strong physique, if he allowed this Nine-Pattern Divine Pill’s Golden Core Power to nurture him day by day, wouldn’t this body eventually rival some magic treasures?

He did not use tunnel light, merely walking naked with his body through the valley cliffs as if treading on flat ground.

With one step, his figure drifted over ten yards, surpassing some Taoist body techniques in speed.

Yet he not only felt no fatigue, but rather felt an excess of energy.

They say only by stepping into the Golden Core Realm can one be considered a true cultivator on the path of enlightenment.

Not just because entering this realm gives a cultivator the capital to continue cultivating and attain longevity, but also because unlike a God Absorption Realm cultivator, a Golden Core practitioner could wield Daoist skills and Mystic Skills without being ambushed by a common mortal’s sneaky arrow.

Although recalling the prior Heavenly Tribulation still left Nezha feeling apprehensive, he always wore a slight smile at the corners of his mouth at this moment.

No help for it, how could he not feel proud at this time?

Recalling his past life, he was merely the most ordinary worker, neither favored by his superiors nor admired by female colleagues, burdened by the heavy yoke of life day after day.

Yet today, through coincidental fortuity, he achieved a rarely seen Nine-Pattern Divine Pill in the cultivation world, the accomplishment of simply forming the pill could even rival the legendary Immortal Master Erlang, Yang Jian.

Whenever he thought of this, a sense of pride surged within him.

In his pride, he couldn’t help but run and shout wildly.

Consequently, all beings in the mountains saw a naked, hairless monkey hopping and yelling amidst the hills, all greatly alarmed.

The birds in the sky chirped along, the goats and gray wolves in the woods called too, a massive blue fish leaped from the lake, a chestnut-red horse galloped across the grassland, and even the vegetation and stones seemed to have their own breaths.

And in another corner of this world, Spirit Pearl from Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave, just under the protection of Ling He Perfected, also ascended to the Golden Core Realm.

As he opened his eyes, he saw Ling He Perfected, covered in wounds.

No help for it, causing chaos at the King Wu Cheng’s mansion that day, he was ultimately caught, originally thinking of flying hundreds of leagues away to a secluded mountainous spot to break through the realm to avoid these troubles, yet he was still found.

Seven or eight corpses already lay on the ground, with over ten enemies still standing.

Ling He Perfected, who served as his protector, was also under Taiyi Zhenren’s sect, with a cultivation that reached the Loose Immortal Realm, yet even though the immortal path barrier is insurmountable, the Primordial Spirit Technique is invincible at this realm, facing many at once is still difficult, so he was overwhelmed.

Ling He Perfected spat a mouthful of fresh blood, turned back to glance at Spirit Pearl behind him, and smiled bitterly: "Junior Brother, Junior Brother, your Golden Core formation took so much time and effort, completed?"

Spirit Pearl nodded slightly with a smile.

Hearing this, Ling He Perfected’s eyes brightened: "What grade?"

"Seventh grade."

Spirit Pearl’s words were confident and full of power, as the Power of Alchemy from the top-grade Golden Core continuously nourished his body and physique, his Dao heart that was nearly shattered by Nezha became resilient once again.

Top-grade Golden Core indeed.

After today, with this Seventh Grade Golden Core, he could stand out from the lackluster third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, with a future of boundless prospects.

Filled with killing intent, his slightly reddish eyes scanned around, seeing all were on edge, he suppressed his voice and sneered: "Senior Brother, are these the ones who hurt you?"

Ling He Perfected smirked bitterly: "Be careful, some among them have magic treasures that can resist Primordial Spirit attacks, don’t underestimate them."

"I’ll avenge you."

Finishing so, wielding an iron spear, he stepped forward, the smile on his face even more indistinguishable.

A magic treasure that can resist Primordial Spirit attacks?

What a coincidence, he needed that too.

At this moment, a cultivator with a beak like a thunder god, six wings on his back, four hands holding knives and hooks, stepped forward, sneering: "So you’ve truly succeeded in forming your Golden Core, it’s a pity though, even your Loose Immortal Realm senior brother is no match for us, you dare challenge us with merely your newly formed Golden Core stage?"

What he said was largely correct, generally when a cultivator enters the Golden Core Realm, even though physical strength increases significantly, that growth does not form an insurmountable gap to God Absorption Realm cultivators who can already use Daoist skills and magic treasures.

Magic treasures striking a Golden Core Realm cultivator have no different effect than striking a God Absorption Realm cultivator.

This is also why earlier Nezha, upon just stepping into the God Absorption Realm, was able to swiftly kill the Sea Patrol Yaksha Li Gen with lightning speed.

Beside him, another person said: "Being part of the Three Teachings, I advise you to wise up. Since we missed out on the Star River Divine Sand today, there should naturally be another compensation. Hand over all your treasures obediently, otherwise, forming your Golden Core today would mean your death today!"

Facing such blatant threats, Spirit Pearl only sneered.

He inherently bore a high opinion of himself, viewing others coldly.

Born when his entire family met an untimely death, all their grievances lingered in his blood fetus, and as he cultivated in the Golden Light Cave from childhood to adulthood, the evil aura around him did not diminish but intensified.

At this moment, as he realized his master’s wish, achieving a top-grade Golden Core, especially feeling the innate Dao mark etched on his Dao Bone upon stepping into the Golden Core Realm.

The power not belonging to the Golden Core Realm boosted Spirit Pearl’s confidence to the extreme.

"Just a bunch of God Absorption Realm scum."

"What did you say?!"

The four-handed, six-winged cultivator was furious, yet in his rage, looking at the wicked Spirit Pearl in front, a sense of foreboding climbed in his heart.

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