Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 197 Corpse Wrapping Cloth

Chapter 197: Chapter 197 Corpse Wrapping Cloth

This fist came fast and urgent, Nezha had no time to think, his right fist also smashed out.

The power of his punch, theoretically, could create a big pit in the riverbed even through the river water, but when it collided with the fist formed by the Netherworld Water, which is as tough as Vajra, it shockingly generated a strong air current, making them evenly matched for a moment!

Nezha felt as if his fist had hit a wall of iron, causing all his muscles to tremble.

In terms of strength alone, this water flow was no less formidable than himself!

The real and faux Nezha battled fiercely in the water, advancing and retreating, instantly causing waves to explode skyward, with water rushing to the shore and then squeezing back into the river, like two fierce dragons entangled in a shallow shore.

The onlookers were surprised to see Nezha enter the water and immediately engage in battle with an ’other self’.

Young Master Kong Xu’s face showed a curious expression as he muttered, "The fierce battle last night was not clear, but such a physique, with vigor rising to the skies, could it be the legendary Nine-Pattern Divine Pill?"

Daoist Huang Shi shook his head, although he had seen more clearly than Young Master Kong Xu that night, seeing such a robust body comparable to a magic treasure again, he couldn’t help but admire.

"It’s not just the Nine-Pattern Divine Pill, it must also be a naturally divine body. Nezha, although young, has enviable talent and opportunity."

Daoist Huang Shi sighed like this, knowing himself to be an Eighth Grade Golden Core, and knowing he had achieved his level through great fortune in his youth, which made him even more aware of how difficult Nezha’s formidable physique was to attain.

After watching a while longer, Young Master Kong Xu said, "Their moves become more exquisite, but still evenly matched, their tactics and habits are exactly the same. Could this river have set this trial to make us conquer multiple selves and transcend ourselves?"

Upon hearing this, a cold laugh came from behind the group.

This cold laugh came from Daoist Xiao Qi.

She said, "A trial? Daoist, you are perhaps too naive, in my view, the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree thrives in such perilous places, there are only losers who die and winners who take all! A trial? If conquering oneself is deemed a trial, who among us hasn’t achieved that?"

Conquering oneself, to transcend, although this sounds profound, for everyone present, there wasn’t an exception who couldn’t or hadn’t already done it.

Do Young Master Kong Xu and Daoist Xiao Qi not get along?

Daoist Huang Shi thought if they really started fighting later, this could be a point to exploit.

He said, "Well, I’ve heard some rumors. This Huangquan River comes from Nine Netherworld, not belonging to the human world, with life and death attributes opposite to ours. For natives of the Netherworld, the Netherworld Water is just ordinary river water. But in this world, life and death in the river are reversed, we are dead things, those reflections in the water become living beings."

As soon as these words fell, Nezha let out a fierce shout in the water, threw a move, and was punched in the chest by the ’other self’ in the river, shaking like a drum that made one’s eardrums buzz.

Blood spilled from his nose and mouth, but he took the chance to reach forward with both hands, tearing the several selves formed by the river water into two halves.

The exploded river water fell like a heavy rain, and soon after, the water surface returned to calm.

Nezha gasped heavily, spitting out the mud and sand that had gotten into his mouth during the fight.

He turned back to look at the line of experts on the shore, seeing them all watching him, completely calm, even Lu Ya did not show any sign of helping.

Daoist Huang Shi shouted to him, "Young friend, fighting with ’yourself’ is like looking in a mirror, you must have found flaws in your own martial arts. Congratulations on achieving greater mastery in martial arts after this battle."

Hearing this, Nezha laughed out loud, "Hahaha, thank you for the praise, senior, but you, a cultivator of ten thousand years who sees through people’s hearts, should not posture before a child like Nezha. It’s disgusting!"

Nezha reacting like this, Daoist Huang Shi was not angry, only saying, "You are right, however, this coffin is the foundation of the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree, existing for who knows tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years. I often hear that fortune depends on misfortune and vice versa, there might be great fortune here, but surely great danger as well, you must be careful."

"Thank you for your concern, senior!"

Nezha sneered, and continued to wade through the water.

Just a few steps away, he was almost there.

The closer he got, the clearer he saw.

It turned out that the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree wasn’t growing over the coffin with its massive roots wrapping around it, but rather, the tree was rooted directly from within this coffin.

From afar, the coffin looked broken and old, not even coated with insect-repellent varnish, appearing like it would be chewed clean by snakes and insects within three to five years if buried in the soil.

But looking closely at the coffin, under the mottled surface were mysterious patterns washed by years, compelling respect.

The tree growing out from within the coffin, could it be that the deceased once gripped a seed of the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree as a burial item?

He indeed knew that some places would put the deceased into coffins and let them flow downstream in rivers.

Even at Chentang Pass, there were fishermen who would place their kin’s bodies on rafts and push them into the open sea.

But what kind of coffin could it be, still just a wooden coffin, that is able to endure for hundreds of thousands of years without decaying?

If there’s really a corpse inside that coffin, and the lid had been pushed open by the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree, wouldn’t the body inside have already disintegrated and decayed?

He walked up to the coffin, grabbed the lid with his hand, and with his divine power, he lifted it, causing the entire Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree to sway.

The lantern-like transparent fruits above also swayed along.

Nezha was rather bold, even at such a time he was distractedly thinking that if the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree happened to fall right at this moment, landing on his head, how nice it would be to just open his mouth and eat the fruits.

Lifting the coffin lid was more strenuous than he had anticipated, making it difficult to shift even a corner.

Although it was dim all around, it was still daylight, but the inside of the coffin was pitch black, making it impossible to see anything.

"What’s inside, Nezha?"

Lu Ya asked.

Though he asked, seeing that Nezha was unharmed, he had already taken steps towards the riverside, nearly stepping into the water.

The others also fluttered their robes.

Being here, everyone had their own means; if Lu Ya didn’t act, that was fine, but once he made a move, no one would stand idly by and watch the ’duck at hand’ fly away.

"There’s nothing, just... a few pieces of cloth?"

Nezha felt puzzled, but soon realized what those dirty, pus-soaked cloths were.

Corpse Wrapping Cloth!

But where was the corpse?

Could it have gotten up and run away?

His hand gently caressed the four walls of the coffin, looking at those ancient clasps and mechanisms, giving off a heavy bronze color, which were also made of Divine Gold.

But why would these clasps and mechanisms be made inside the coffin?

"Is it... for convenience to open from the inside?"

Nezha’s brows twitched, and he thought back to the corner of the coffin he saw earlier, almost subconsciously thinking that it was pushed open by the branches of the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree.

But, if the coffin lid was opened from the inside, where was the person who was in the coffin?

Had they disappeared as early as hundreds of thousands of years ago, already left the Fir Forest?

Nezha felt a bad premonition rising in his heart.

Viewed from afar, the coffin wasn’t very large; up close, its height already reached his chest.

Nezha had no interest in a piece of Corpse Wrapping Cloth, and was just about to get up and retreat towards the riverside, but at this moment, something in the water below his feet pushed him.

He staggered suddenly, falling headfirst into the coffin.

Normally, with his control over his body, just touching a bit of the coffin with his fingers would prevent him from falling inside, but peculiarly this time, something inside the coffin also pulled him in.

This time Nezha saw clearly.

That thing wrapping around his wrist, pulling him in, was the blood-soaked Corpse Wrapping Cloth!

The moment he fell in, the coffin lid above his head abruptly slammed shut, and the surroundings went pitch black, so dark he couldn’t see his own hand!

Immediately, a series of clasps locking shut echoed from above.

The onlookers outside, seeing this scene, were stunned.

They clearly saw ’Daoist Bei Ming’ suddenly appear under Nezha’s feet, pushing him into the coffin.

After completing all this, this ’Daoist Bei Ming’ simply leaned against the coffin, smiling at them; that smile was sinister and terrifying, as if... he was alive.

At this moment Daoist Bei Ming had one foot already stepping into the water.

But watching his ’double’ not far off, leaning against the coffin and sneering coldly at the crowd, he felt a chill run down his spine, no longer able to move his other foot off the shore.

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