Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 260: Earth Milk

Chapter 260: Chapter 260: Earth Milk

"Dragon Vein, what does it have to do with Little Dragon Girl and her family?"

Zi Chen shook his head helplessly, "Not a bit pertains to them. The dragon here is merely a symbol of the world’s fate."

"A symbol of the world’s fate?"

For the second time in days, Nezha had heard Zi Chen mention the fate.

He said, "Earlier you said, the world’s fate, Chengtang still holds two portions. Is it the same thing?"

Zi Chen replied, "I’m afraid it’s not that simple. Earlier, hearing Bai Mushuang from your mouth, I underestimated him.

Between heaven and earth, the mountain ranges ripple and the water flows, resembling dragons, bearing the ’Qi’ of the earth, influencing the fate and rise and fall of the land.

Now King Zhou is dead, the two portions of fate he carried should have scattered, nourishing all things.

But that Quasi-Saint named Bai Mushuang, borrowed a segment of Dragon Vein from heaven thousands of years ago, intending to seize the world’s fate. If he succeeds, might have a chance to become a Saint."

Nezha questioned, "Didn’t he already have the chance to become a Saint?"

"Though it seems he’s half a step forward, he actually has none. If you reach that step, you’ll understand everything."

She shifted her tone, laughing, "But his thousand-year scheme turned to ashes in a day, and you benefited in the end."

Nezha reached out, sensing the temperature and humidity changes in the air, said, "You speak impressively, but I see no tangible benefits. When someone comes to kill me, will they be struck by lightning?"

"You are not recognized by heaven as the fate holder, unable to bear the world’s fate. But this small world is a part of heaven, bearing two portions of the fate, the blessing will be considerable."

All their conversation happened in their minds.

Only a moment passed outside in reality.

Everyone saw the ground beneath Nezha suddenly dissolve like wax in true fire, golden sand gushing from the cracks, wrapped in starlight-like glimmers.

Then the sand turned into solid yellow soil, crystal stone clusters emerged from the soil pockets, runes flowed in the underground, followed by a centuries-old locust tree budding, unveiling jade marrow-like rings from peeling bark.

The land glowed, spreading into the stone cave, soon capturing the shadows of two family guards.

They still held torches, frost-covered armor, shivering with cold.

No idea what they were thinking, so cold yet not pulling the rope behind them.

Qiu Chuyao raised her crescent eyebrows, said, "Something feels odd, their state seems off."

Nezha nodded, seeing the glowing divine soil spreading from underfoot illuminating the stone cave, maintaining the original state, frozen in low temperature not only in body but mind.

"Pull them out first!" Qiu Chuyao waved hand, the trembling men grabbed ropes and hastily pulled.

Nezha asked Zi Chen again, "What’s happening inside?"

"What’s happening? You’re lucky, boy, inside lies the Stone Milk essence accumulated from Dragon Vein over millennia, nourishing and extending life, but the concentration in the cave is too high, diffused into the air, mortal bodies can’t handle such energy."

Sure enough, the two guards pulled out had already fainted.

After confirming they were safe, Nezha decisively moved forward.

"Careful!"

"No problem."

Nezha stepped inside, noticing the air laced with white filament-like mist, each breath absorbed into his lungs, spreading a refreshing coolness inside, lowering body temperature slightly.

"Such pure energy, life substance richer than the Nine-Pattern Divine Pill."

Nezha walked forward a few steps, finding the two boys who initially broke in.

Frozen stiff, seemingly dead, yet placing a hand on their chest, still faint heartbeats felt.

"Airborne Stone Milk sustaining them? But their bodies frozen."

Nezha dragged the two out, seeing their condition, everyone outside shivered with fear, Qiu Chuyao’s eyes welled with tears.

Nezha quickly pulled out an elixir, "Don’t cry, they’re not dead, dissolve the elixir in water and feed it to them, wrap them in blankets, and keep them near the fire, they have a chance to survive."

After instructing, he turned and headed back inside under their reverent gaze.

The cave’s low temperature was trivial for him, frost forming and falling from eyelashes.

Millennia of Mystic Ice underfoot crackled, but was restored instantly by a secret force.

Deep inside, stalactites transformed into dragon necks, a dragon head formed by Earth Vein Spiritual Power three meters high, drooping Crystal Stone whiskers, Stone Milk droplets falling from dragon teeth, rippling white in the cold pool.

Nezha collected several jade bottles full, then stepped out, ordering to seal the cave and forbid entry, returning to the town today.

Back home, Nezha saw Lady Yin standing by the golden candle holder, narrated mountain events, sparingly mentioned outside matters, Lady Yin did not pry.

He said, "Mother, I visited big brother and second brother."

Lady Yin trembled, resumed calm, with a tinge of sadness in her smile, "Though I’m their mother, haven’t seen them for years, don’t even know their appearance."

Nezha anticipated this, immediately produced two portraits, smiling, "Guess, mother, which one is big brother, which one is second brother?"

"You mischievous child."

Lady Yin quickly stood, reached out to rub Nezha’s head, hastily used balsamine juice-stained nails to hang the portraits, smiling warmly at the unchanged youthful faces.

"This is Jinzha, this is Muzha."

Nezha softly said, "Both elder brothers practice in the mountains, miss mother day and night, but practice now at critical stage, inconvenient to return home."

"No hurry, knowing their home is enough." Lady Yin gently stroked Jinzha and Muzha’s faces, Nezha’s expression turning cold.

Next time, even if I have to bind, I’ll drag them home!

After discussing brothers, Nezha praised them, Lady Yin asked his stay duration, mentioned Mr. Fan growing older, frequently mentioning him, urging visits.

Nezha, obedient and close to Mr. Fan, headed to his house directly.

Since arriving in the small world, caretakers for Mr. Fan increased, family support left him financially secure.

Recently, the old man fancied teenage girls, growing absurd with age, former dignified presence now invisible, if not physically frail, needing help to stand, he might have family arranging marriages.

Qiu Chuyao personally updated Nezha on Mr. Fan, often sighing at his antics.

Mr. Fan looked older than Nezha expected.

Wrapped in faded silver fox fur in an old chair, resembling an empty walnut husk.

Sagging eyelids forming gray curtains, obscuring cloudy eyes mostly.

Right hand on the armrest, knobbly bones with tea stains under nails, wrist pressing a dusty pure silver dagger - once sharp enough to slit fire lacquer seals, now unable to cut parchment.

"I’m dying." Mr. Fan’s first words, filled with boredom towards death.

"No, you won’t die."

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