Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 154: Seven Beasts Spirit Blood Curse Seal

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Seven Beasts Spirit Blood Curse Seal

Nezha and Ao Bing’s plan was quite simple. Since they presumed that the Spirit Pearl wanted to kill the third prince of the dragon, Ao Bing, they would use Ao Bing as bait to lure the Spirit Pearl into taking the bait.

Ao Bing was also very confident. Since entering the Loose Immortal Realm, although he once lost to Nezha, who was only in the God Absorption Realm at the time, he had focused more on cultivating Primordial Spirit Techniques during this period and his strength had greatly increased.

Even if he faced Nezha, who had already achieved the Golden Core Nine Revolutions, as long as Ao Bing had a chance to strike, the victory would definitely be his.

However, recently, Ao Bing felt uneasy whenever he walked on land.

It was as if a pair of eyes from the high sky were watching him.

However, when he looked up at the sky, there was not a cloud in sight, still empty and void.

He didn’t think he was just being paranoid.

Cultivators pursue the Dao, and when the heart thinks, the mind responds. It’s just that he didn’t know what was going on.

Why hasn’t the Spirit Pearl appeared?

The question floated once again in Ao Bing’s mind.

He glanced at the two Golden Core military generals of the sea beside him.

These two generals were masters of the Water Clan. Although their realm was not high, they were skilled and often accomplished great feats. Could the opponent fear this aspect?

He also thought of the demolished pavilions and towers in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, the scattered corpses and flesh everywhere, and shook his head.

Impossible.

This was an exceedingly terrifying and crazy opponent.

He stayed in the mortal world like this for seven days.

On the early morning of the seventh day.

Ao Bing returned to the seaside, looking at the line where the sea met the sky in the distance, the sun slowly rising, a magnificent vitality cascading from the sky, extending along the sparkling seawater to the land beneath his feet.

Ao Bing respectfully saluted the eastern sun, and the two generals behind him followed suit.

"The Three-legged Golden Crow is not your ancestor. I’ve heard this bird often catches dragons and snakes to eat, and yet you bow to it. Seems like you’re a coward as well."

Upon hearing these words, Ao Bing’s brows furrowed, anger rising from his heart. But the backlit figure on the distant seashore stony was so small, his heart gradually grew cold.

"Are you the Spirit Pearl?"

"Of course, are you Ao Bing?"

Ao Bing waved his long spear in his hand, saying coldly, "Genuine as can be."

Seeing that Ao Bing also wielded a spear, the Spirit Pearl scoffed, having been waiting here since before dawn, taunting, "You can also wield a spear? Very well, since you’re about to die, I’ll let you be arrogant for a while longer. It’s such a pity that Nezha isn’t here with you, or I’d kill you both today if I met him!"

"You’re courting death with your arrogant words!"

Ao Bing was also adept with his techniques. He pretended to thrust forward with the spear in his hand, yet in reality, a small golden figure flew out from his Mud Ball Palace, wielding a small sword, swiftly charging forward.

The Primordial Spirit Sword, specializing in attacking the Primordial Spirit.

Perhaps saying that it charged swiftly is inaccurate because the speed of a Primordial Spirit attack is even faster than the eyes can perceive. From a certain perspective, you’ve already been struck once it sees you.

However, this kind of attack was also extremely risky.

The Primordial Spirit is hidden within the Mud Ball Palace, and apart from oneself, no one knows its strength. If the opponent’s Primordial Spirit is stronger or they possess a magic treasure specifically targeting the Primordial Spirit, the first to strike may suffer injury.

In the end, cultivators pursue the cultivation of the Primordial Spirit not for vanity or fighting but for the Immortal Path.

The Spirit Pearl couldn’t react.

But he had anticipated beforehand, that the little golden figure with a golden Dao Sword crashed onto his Mud Ball Palace atop his head.

It should have directly entered it, cutting his Primordial Spirit before leisurely returning.

However, the little golden figure crashed on his forehead, and the golden light flashed as if it had hit an iron wall. Not only did it not harm the Spirit Pearl, it dazed itself.

Ao Bing was momentarily stunned. Seeing the purple light on Spirit Pearl’s forehead, he quickly understood, but although his Primordial Spirit flew back as fast as when it went out, his physical body couldn’t be so quick.

The Spirit Pearl’s figure flickered, astonishingly already before him.

Golden Core Realm.

Ao Bing was certain the opponent was only at the Golden Core Realm.

But just meeting those ember-like eyes, he felt as if even the surrounding time slowed down. It was so quiet he could even hear his heartbeat and the swallowing of his throat.

The blue and purple veins on Spirit Pearl’s face, the emerging fangs and drool at the corners of his mouth.

Every detail made him feel that this was not a child but a demon crawling from the depths of hell.

In a daze, Ao Bing steeled himself to thrust his spear, yet the Spirit Pearl shattered the magic treasure iron spear with one punch. The tremendous force resonated through, continuously shaking both of his arms.

Ao Bing’s core formed at the sixth grade, considered superior among the Middle Grade Golden Core, though not comparable to Spirit Pearl’s Seventh Grade Golden Core. But he had long used the power of the Golden Core to refine this human form, claiming to possess unlimited divine power, capable of shaking whales and dragons in the sea.

But this body he prided himself on, these powerful arms, seemed to him now like fragile sticks, ready to break at any moment.

"Hahaha, Ao Bing! Today, I’ll take your life!"

In the face of Spirit Pearl’s defiant strength, Ao Bing, in the Loose Immortal Realm, was terrified out of his wits and had no will to fight. The two Water Clan military generals beside him were shocked but their movements were unaffected.

Two identically dark swords, of unknown material, crossed into a black cross, swiftly slashing towards the Spirit Pearl’s neck.

A sense of crisis detected in Spirit Pearl’s heart, he swung the iron spear in his hand, miraculously blocking the two swords from behind, with a more sinister smile on his face.

"Not a bad technique, to actually hurt my physical body!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung the spear left and right, instantly smashing those two Golden Core realm cultivators into mash.

"What a pity for such insignificant lower grade Golden Core to dare flaunt in my presence!"

Only to see Spirit Pearl laughing wildly, his headband falling, wild hair flying.

Since losing to Nezha, Taiyi Zhenren taught him another technique, named the "Seven Beasts Spirit Blood Curse Seal."

It is said that in ancient times, when a master crafted the magic treasure Five Fire Seven Birds Fan, the blood from the base of the seven birds’ wings, the ’Feather Blood,’ dripped on a stone by the river.

This stone was an uncut jade, subsequently by coincidence, acquired by a Jie Sect evil cultivator, and refined using an evil technique into the Seven Beasts Spirit Blood Curse Seal.

The curse seal’s resentment soared, needing blood to recognize a master.

Upon recognizing a master, the jade ring needed to be carried at all times, dying if three yards away from the body. While worn, it continuously absorbed the life essence qi from the host to nurture the curse seal.

So over the centuries, the power of this curse seal grew stronger and stronger, but one after another its masters met tragic ends.

Spirit Pearl, inherently a special physique, had also cultivated into a Golden Core, and his lifespan would definitely exceed five hundred years.

Now, by absorbing the curse seal, he would struggle to live even twenty years.

Knowing this, Spirit Pearl didn’t want to use the curse seal, but Taiyi Zhenren told him:

First use the curse, and in the future, after seizing Nezha’s body, as his master, he’ll find a way to remove the curse seal’s power, giving Spirit Pearl peace of mind.

Just after pulverizing the two Water Clan generals into mash, a shadow descended from the sky, sending Spirit Pearl flying across into a nearby rock.

It was Ao Bing who had already transformed into his dragon form, a dozen feet long, a green dragon crossing the sky, storms swirling, stunning the fishermen at sea.

However, though his dragon form was strong, Ao Bing’s courage had diminished entirely.

He knew he couldn’t possibly win against Spirit Pearl, and could only take this moment to flee into the sea for a slender chance of survival today.

"Nezha, I’ve already crushed my messaging jade pendant for so long, why haven’t you made a move yet?"

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