Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 196: Shadows in the Water

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Shadows in the Water

People with no real ability could never have made it here.

Yet the more skilled a person is, the more confident they often become.

"Whose coffin is that?"

A Golden Immortal Realm cultivator in the group spoke up.

He hailed from the Kunlun Extreme Realm, named Li Zhaoran, who likewise had a significant reputation in the Cultivation World.

"Don’t worry about whose coffin it is, since it’s lying inside the coffin, there’s nothing to fear."

Shen Gongbao stuck his head forward: "Daoist Li, you have practiced for many years in the Chan Sect, and can obliterate ordinary evil spirits with a flick of a finger. Surely you’re not actually scared of something dead inside a coffin now, are you?"

Li Zhaoran glanced at Shen Gongbao and snorted, speaking, "Don’t be careless. If a red-haired zombie jumps out of the coffin and eats your head clean off, it’ll be too late for words."

At this time, Perfected Huang Shi also spoke: "What Daoist Li said is correct, do not let your guard down. Since the news of the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree bearing fruit was able to spread from the Fir Forest, it indicates that someone must have made it here, seen this Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree, but in the end, they only spread the news and did not take the fruit."

Perfected Huang Shi raised his head, looking at the fruits borne by the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree above, as if a bolt of electricity had surged through his limbs and body.

At his level, the effect of the Spirit Fruits borne by the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree would not be significant, but it wasn’t non-existent.

Having cultivated for ten thousand years, he now stood in the Taiyi Golden Immortal Upper Realm, without advancement for many years.

If he consumed this fruit, there would be a chance to push for the Taiyi Golden Immortal Peak Perfection, and with some fortuitous encounters, becoming a Daluo Golden Immortal was not out of the question.

When Perfected Huang Shi spoke, it carried a different weight than when Daoist Li spoke, so Shen Gongbao also stepped back, no longer speaking.

He looked down, observing the mottled and silent riverbanks.

Here, the soil was a frightening yellow, saturated with a rich scent of death. Only when he crushed the hard shell underfoot did he realize that the ground beneath had once been a riverbed touched by the flowing Netherworld Water.

He then raised his head to follow the river upstream, where darkness abounded.

Walking in the direction of the flow, could he possibly find the fabled spring of Ten Thousand Yellow Springs?

Xiao Qi Perfected remained at the back of the group.

From West Sea Purple Dragon Island, only three remained here: one Taiyi Golden Immortal and two Golden Immortals. Although such strength didn’t hold an advantage here, it couldn’t be overlooked either.

Purple Dragon Island of West Sea was a major branch of the Jie Sect. In the beginning, a Taiyi Golden Immortal Upper Realm predecessor from Jie Sect spread a piece of the Blood Clothes, and only then did the rest of the immortals find out about the news of the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree bearing fruit.

But knowing the secret, why not keep it to oneself and broadcast it to the rest of the world?

And after that, the predecessor vanished without a trace from the world, likely already perished.

Nezha also looked up at the vast canopy above his head, blocking the sky like a cloud cluster.

Beneath the canopy hung a crystal-clear fruit, as big as a human head.

The thick flesh was nearly transparent; without particularly good eyesight, one could even see the core inside.

And Lu Ya, who had been silent all along, retracted the Seven Fragrant Cars and suddenly spoke.

"Gentlemen, does anyone have an interest in seeing what’s inside that coffin?"

It’s probably best not to have such curiosity, Nezha thought.

Even using an old lady’s reasoning, one could figure out that the coffin underpinning the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree was anything but simple.

Yet, the fruits of the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree and the nearby spring of Ten Thousand Yellow Springs were tangible treasures.

They had all journeyed through countless hardships to get here, for treasures just like these.

But what lay within this coffin was obscure and unpredictable danger.

Seeing that the others remained silent, Lu Ya laughed: "Well, I am going to have a look anyway. Since the rest of you don’t wish to join, I won’t insist. Let’s quickly decide who gets the Ten Thousand Spirit Fruit and then go find that spring."

Hearing this, everyone looked at him. Young Master Kong Xu also asked, "What’s this? Daoist Lu, you brought the Seven Fragrant Cars and came fully prepared. Have you come here not for the Ten Thousand Spirit Fruit but for something inside this coffin?"

"I never said that."

Lu Ya hurriedly waved his hand, appearing quite at ease.

Young Master Kong Xu said, "Daoist Lu’s cultivation is unmatched. I will not dispute with you, but since we’re here, I too am curious to see what’s inside the coffin."

At these words, the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

Some believed that the coffin surely harbored perilous and deadly secrets, and that it would be best not to touch it at all.

Others were simply curious about what the coffin contained and arrogantly believed that no matter what it was, nothing untoward would happen.

However, those who were arrogant would not allow the cautious to leave first with the Ten Thousand Spirit Fruit. Therefore, as long as one person wanted to open the coffin to see, everyone had to stay and look together.

Unless.

Unless they followed Lu Ya’s suggestion just now.

Everyone tensed up with this realization.

Decide on a matter of victory or defeat, life or death, snatch the Ten Thousand Spirit Fruit, and then, what’s inside the coffin, whether curious or not, wanting to see or not, all can be at their own discretion.

Although they had already made preparations, could it be that they now had to face a battle of life and death?

Who would make the first move?

The first to act might gain the advantage, but could also become the target of collective enmity.

Furthermore, who was confident enough to defeat Lu Ya with the Innate Spiritual Treasure in his possession, even when mana was completely exhausted?

Seeing the reactions of the crowd, a sneer couldn’t help but rise from the depths of Lu Ya’s heart, though there was not a trace of coldness on his face. He only said, "Good, it seems everyone can endure a bit longer. So, before that, let’s maintain this patience and watch a good show."

Having said that, he looked towards Nezha.

The crowd also followed Lu Ya’s gaze, eager to see what the previously obscure, now suddenly eminent Daluo Golden Immortal intended to do.

"Senior?"

Nezha met Lu Ya’s eyes and suddenly realized something he should have noticed long ago but never paid attention to.

Lu Ya’s pupils were the same deep black as his own, like a night sky without stars or moon.

He didn’t feel any malice.

"Nezha, you go open that coffin."

"Ah?"

Nezha was stunned, thinking why does he, of all these people ranging from Daluo Golden Immortals to Taiyi Golden Immortals, and Golden Immortals, have to be the one tasked with the odious and thankless job of opening someone else’s coffin when he was not enlisted to climb trees and pick fruits.

He was merely a Golden Core Realm cultivator.

"Senior, I believe in respecting the deceased. Why don’t we just pick the fruits and leave? My purpose for coming here is to find the source of the Ten Thousand Yellow Springs so that I can comfortably bathe my Primordial Spirit in it, that’s all, nothing to dispute with everyone here..."

Before he could finish, Lu Ya slapped him on the back.

Nezha didn’t feel any pain, and before he could even react, he found himself tracing a parabola in the air. When he stabilized himself, he had landed with a splash in the waters of the Ten Thousand Yellow Springs.

He was taken aback and looked up; the coffin was now less than two yards away from him.

The water wasn’t deep, reaching just above his knees.

The current was mild, and the waters were crystal clear with no sign of anything else within dozens of yards.

Only his reflection.

Nezha looked down at the water, his reflection in the stream was as clear as if it were a mirror.

Since falling into the water, only a moment had passed.

Suddenly, his reflection in the water stood upright and, without expression, swung its fist at him!

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