Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 203: Hundreds of Rivers Flow East to the Sea

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Hundreds of Rivers Flow East to the Sea

It’s simply impossible for that dark shadow and Lu Ya to join forces sincerely.

So within this small area of eighty li, it once again plunged into an almost endless fray.

Meanwhile, Nezha, borrowing the power of the Water-Piercing Divine Shuttle, swam upstream like a fish, crossing dozens of li in a flash, arriving on a Chaotic Stone Beach.

He walked ashore, his clothes dripping wet all over.

The next second, his qi and blood rose like steam, and the raging vitality soon dried the clothes on his body.

A Jiao Dragon that had been hovering around slithered in a loop, its four claws clinging to the pebbles by the river, silently circling to his back.

Before it came close, the thick smell of water and fish reached him.

Nezha, without pausing, eyes downcast, murmured, "Do you recognize this four-legged snake?"

Zi Chen replied, "How would I recognize such a foolish thing? It probably saw something extraordinary about this spring and forcefully claimed this place. The beasts in this forest have no brains, but they are quite fond of fighting over territory."

Hearing this, Nezha paid it no mind and walked a few dozen steps further. He saw clear water gurgling out from a pile of scattered rocks, and from afar, he could feel the piercing coolness.

He reached out his hand, moved the pebbles covering the surface aside, and neatly arranged them. Then he pulled out the aquatic plants and dug out the mud.

As he worked, Zi Chen in his mind couldn’t help but exclaim, "Who would believe that the source of the Ten Thousand Yellow Springs, which runs through the entire Netherworld, is such a small puddle?"

Nezha said gravely, "Although the source is small, when it flows, it gathers a hundred rivers, thus becoming a great torrential river."

He stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and shouted at the Jiao Dragon that lingered a dozen zhang away, "I’m not fighting you for this place, just borrowing this spring. Once I’m done, I’ll be on my way. If you’re sensible, this will still be your place afterwards."

After speaking, Nezha lowered his head and continued his work.

In his mind, Zi Chen lamented, "Animals can’t understand human speech; talking is useless. Why bother? With your strength, even if you cannot use mana here, you could crush this Jiao Dragon with one hand."

With a few strokes, Nezha dug a big pit in the Chaotic Stone Beach and said, "It’s all about first-come, first-served. I am a reasonable person and wouldn’t stoop to fighting with an animal that doesn’t understand human speech for its den."

"That’s not wise. In any world, reasonable people always end up bullied."

"That’s not the fault of reason."

"You certainly are a strange one."

Nezha couldn’t see what was strange about himself; in his view, he was the most normal person in the world.

He liked reason and hoped others would be reasonable too, though being reasonable didn’t always have to rely on words—it could also depend on fists.

The pit was filled with muddy water, but clean spring water continued to flow out, slowly clearing away the mud. After a while, the water in the pit became clear and bright.

Nezha sat cross-legged, calmed his breath, and a golden figurine popped out of his forehead. With a blow of wind, the figurine shivered and turned semi-transparent.

This featureless, palm-sized figurine was Nezha’s Primordial Spirit.

Having his soul out of body was not unfamiliar to Nezha, as he had practiced countless times recently.

But flying in the air and looking down at his own body seated cross-legged on the ground still amazed him.

Without the protection of his physical body, he felt as if even a breeze could injure him and made him speak cautiously.

"Without even a nose or eyes, can this be called a Primordial Spirit?"

Nezha looked up and saw the ruler slung behind his physical body; he said, "As you said, I am only at the Golden Core Realm right now, with limited strength, but to use a saying, ’times change, don’t underestimate the young and impoverished.’"

"Sharp-tongued," came the response.

Nezha laughed heartily, and the palm-sized Primordial Spirit leaped into the spring of the Netherworld River.

Instantly, he felt a tingling sensation from head to toe, an ice-cold touch that in a very short time cleansed his Primordial Spirit over and over, visibly refining and strengthening it.

Unable to hold back, he groaned, yet could not help but wonder:

How long to soak in this spring?

Three days, ten days, or half a month?

This spring water is truly miraculous!

"Ouch, the water is cold, not a hot spring. Why do you, entering as your Primordial Spirit for a bath, sound like you’re visiting a brothel?"

Hearing this, even Nezha, who had truly visited brothels, was flabbergasted.

Initially, he had thought the Artifact Spirit, despite living for hundreds of thousands of years, was still naive, pure, and innocent like a little girl.

Now, as soon as it spoke, it was like a fat landlady from a corner deli selling spoiled meat, with only a pleasant and melodious voice remaining.

Seeing Nezha’s glaring eyes, Zi Chen snorted lightly: "Hmph, men."

...

Shen Gongbao, on his side, although he himself had many wonderful techniques sufficient to deal with various situations, these techniques, when used against Taiyi Golden Immortals, and even Daluo Golden Immortals before him, would only elicit laughter.

He found that none of these people cared about his life or death.

If this continued, even if Lu Ya could suppress all abnormalities, he would inevitably face the desperate counterattack of the mysterious shadow.

By then, Shen Gongbao did not know whether any of these Taiyi Golden Immortals would stay alive, but he was sure that he, who had spread the Four-direction Banner, certainly wouldn’t.

Seeing that Lu Ya’s Extermination Flying Sword above his head was already gaining an absolute upper hand, if he truly managed to bind all movements of the shadow, would he spare Shen Gongbao afterwards?

Shen Gongbao didn’t know.

He felt that if it were him, he would certainly kill to silence any witnesses.

Killing all the witnesses, then outside, only he would know that Nezha got the treasure.

By then, just find Nezha, and it’s conceivable that dealing with a minor Golden Core Realm cultivator, who though belonging to a sect was like a Loose Cultivator and who might have a Holy Artifact to protect him, would mostly be manageable with some tricks.

Never in a long while had he experienced such a situation where his life was completely at the mercy of someone else’s single thought, completely passive.

So he glanced at Lu Ya, who had completely suppressed the shadow, always with capacity to spare, and a fierce determination suddenly flashed in his eyes.

It was all his fault!

"Sixty years ago on that night, I decided that my life could only be controlled by myself!"

He extended his hand, pinched the spell, and chanted the incantation.

In the next moment, the eighteen flags that constituted the Four-direction Formation collapsed all at once.

These flags were made of ordinary materials, mainly just common bamboo cut from Kunlun Mountain, unable to bear the Holy Power of Yuanshi Tianzun, so as soon as Shen Gongbao withdrew the Array, they were instantly destroyed.

He felt the power within his body swiftly draining away, and the Dao Traces around him, which he could control at will, also gradually disappeared without a trace.

In only the time of two breaths, he became as ordinary as any mortal.

Yet, at this moment, he was even more excited!

Excited to the point of trembling!

Like the low and dark clouds in the sky and the sudden burst of a violent wind!

"Shen Gongbao!"

Perfected Xiao Qi bellowed in anger, and just in that instant, the Qing Yun and Qing Yu sisters, who had always coordinated their moves behind her, took a misstep which allowed the shadowy figure of Lu Ya to pierce through their Mud Ball Palaces with a sword finger.

The strength of Lu Ya’s shadowy figure also rapidly decreased, while Daoist Huang Shi and Daoist Bei Ming took the opportunity to restrain his two arms. Then, Young Master Kong Xu threw out his Iron Sand, in an instant leaving this shadowy Lu Ya riddled with holes, shattered on the spot.

Daoist Xiao Qi, unable to contain her rage, drew her sword and charged at Shen Gongbao, but Shen Gongbao paid it no mind.

Had he been enveloped in Mana before, he would have feared the profound cultivation of Daoist Xiao Qi.

But now that everyone was reduced to mere physical bodies, his own sword was not necessarily slower.

And most crucially, the shadow wouldn’t give them a chance to act.

Although the shadow had already been gravely wounded by Lu Ya, it still possessed the strength of a Daluo Golden Immortal. To kill a few ’mortals’ who had lost their Mana and only had their physical bodies was as easy as lifting a finger for it.

It didn’t even need to lift a finger.

The shadow just glanced at Young Master Kong Xu who was last in line.

In one second, Young Master Kong Xu was still standing by the river, sword in hand, lofty and aloof, and the next second he fell like a log to the ground, dead to the core.

Witnessing this, even a wrathful person like Daoist Xiao Qi felt a chill in her heart, and no longer had the intention to pursue Shen Gongbao.

Daoist Huang Shi’s face darkened as he looked towards Shen Gongbao and said in a deep voice: "Shen Gongbao, even if you have taken down the banner, you can’t escape, so why bother?"

"Can’t escape? Elder Lu Ya still has an Innate Spiritual Treasure to protect himself. As long as he puts in some effort and holds on for a while, how can I not escape?"

Finished speaking, he turned around, smiling, said: "Look, I’m just going to walk away."

The shadow laughed as well.

Its laughter at this moment was filled with madness, and the eight hundred li of the night seemed to be squeezed full by its shadow.

Previously when it was contending with Lu Ya, it initially felt fine, but the more the battle went on, the more it felt the latter’s depth was unfathomable.

The pressure also became like an insurmountable high wall, gradually suffocating it.

But now.

It laughed: "Hahaha, Shen Gongbao, right? I’ll remember you! You may run, just run, I promise you’ll be the last one I kill today. If you can get out of this Fir Forest before I kill all of them, it will count as your skill!"

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