Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 77 A Brief Chat at the Door

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 A Brief Chat at the Door

Nezha was still looking around when, to his surprise, the daring young girl beside him suggested after following him for a bit, somewhat impatiently, "Shall we go over and have a look?"

Naturally, "go over and have a look" meant to take a closer look at the palace.

Although one did not need to look to know that this place was strange in every aspect, since they were already here, and because both the existing signs and the spiritual intuition Nezha had cultivated did not perceive any danger from beginning to end.

He felt that this was where the danger lay; if he couldn’t even sense what the danger was, then he really wouldn’t know how he died when it came to it.

He glanced again at the ground beneath his feet, grabbed a handful, and felt its warmth. In front of his eyes, it was a layer of fine iron sand.

"What are you here to find, exactly?"

Deng Chanyu asked again, as the scenery, though bizarre and spectacular, didn’t reveal anything new after a while, so the young girl turned her thoughts back to the cultivator of the same age before her.

Hearing her question, Nezha inwardly exclaimed that she indeed deserved to be the amazing woman from the Divine Enthronement narrative, possessing such courage at a young age. If it were him in his previous life, at the age of seven or eight, he would still be sniffling with Grandpa Dean.

He chuckled and said, "You really are brave, suddenly following me to such a strange place without fear."

Deng Chanyu snorted lightly and said, "What’s there to be afraid of? Are you not a cultivator?"

Nezha thought to himself that if in the future you were to be like it’s written in the books, slain by Chengtang’s female general Gao Lanying and placed on the Investiture of the Gods, you would indeed be consecrated as the Six Harmonies Star.

He fell silent, continued walking, and Deng Chanyu followed closely behind him, her face now full of caution.

As they approached the eighty-one Heavenly Pillars, everyone felt even more astonished. From afar, the two only felt that these pillars were carved with dragon patterns, but upon closer inspection, they realized these were not dragon patterns at all, but actually the corpses of eighty-one dragons!

Fixed onto the copper pillars by black iron spikes, with heads upward and tails downward, their scaled bodies exuded a cold and hard green sheen. Even though they had been dead for who knows how long, their bodies did not decay, and one could still feel the dignity they possessed in life.

Nezha murmured to himself, "Compared to them, Ao Bing is nothing but trash."

"Ao Bing? Ao Bing of the Dragon Palace Third Prince from the Dragon Palace of the East Sea?"

Nezha cautiously touched one of the iron-like scales, the size of a palm, and replied, "You know of Ao Bing?"

"The young miss knows everything. The famous Third Prince of the Dragon Palace, a standout among the younger generation of the Demon Race, I have long admired his name. They say he is handsome and carries himself with grace. I just don’t know if I will have the chance to meet him in this lifetime."

When Deng Chanyu spoke of Ao Bing, her words were filled with longing and admiration. Nezha just shook his head and smiled, thinking that although he was in this underground palace, thousands of miles away from Chentang Pass, with just a thought, that perfect Third Prince would be wiped from existence.

But he couldn’t help thinking, although the Human Clan now had the upper hand in the world, the Dragon Clan, belonging to the lineage of the Demon Race, was still extraordinary. They were naturally long-lived, and simply by reaching maturity, their power was comparable to cultivators of the Golden Core Stage.

These eighty-one dragon corpses before them were far more formidable than Ao Bing of the Loose Immortal Realm, yet they merely served as decorations, entwined around the pillars outside this colossal hall.

What was this hall, then?

The two continued to walk forward and, upon reaching the base of the colossal hall, immediately discovered something even more astonishing: this pitch-black hall was entirely cast from one single block of iron.

He touched the warm iron walls of the hall with his hand, yet out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of surprise flashing in the eyes of the young girl beside him.

Nezha asked in a low voice, "Do you know what place this is?"

"It must be related to the Demon Race."

Deng Chanyu took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Legend has it that during the era of the Holy Emperor, Sanshan Pass was originally the territory of the Demon Race. Back then, the Demon Race had a Supreme Demon Lord known as Iron Emperor, who was most fond of waging wars. In his later years, he gathered all the weapons from across the world and forged a mountain of iron."

"Where did you hear such a tale?"

"Everyone at Sanshan Pass knows it, okay?"

The little girl acted as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret, filled with excitement. Yet, Nezha couldn’t help but start to question the authenticity of this legend.

After all, based on what he knew about the common sense of the Cultivation World, there was one absolute principle.

Cultivation is only for longevity.

Those cultivators with earth-shattering superpowers, their true strengths might be unknown, but they were certainly almost immortal beings. The term "later years" applied to them seemed like a joke.

However, Deng Chanyu might be right about one thing.

"This place may really have something to do with the Demon Race."

In front of the great hall, the main door stood ten zhang tall, like a city wall, with two tightly sealed doors closed together, their surfaces covered with a thick layer of dust.

Deng Chanyu and Nezha stood shoulder to shoulder, hands clasped behind their backs, and with a raised crescent moon-like eyebrow, she said, "This door probably weighs tens of thousands of jin, I wonder if there are any mechanisms somewhere. Otherwise, it would be difficult for us to get inside and take a look."

Nezha reached out to feel the door, and his mind was no longer focused on what was inside. Instead, he thought that if this place was really as Deng Chanyu had said, built by the Iron Emperor of the Demon Race before his death, then this palace in front of him was probably not the palace he initially imagined, but rather, more like a giant tomb.

He was silent for a long time, then said, "Take two steps back, let me try."

"What are you going to do?"

Although Deng Chanyu asked with her mouth, her body obediently moved back. She frowned as she watched Nezha, who was in front of her and a cultivator. Despite his young age, Deng Chanyu had to admit that this child, who called himself ’Li Zha,’ seemed more mysterious, which paradoxically made her feel more reliant on him.

But after seeing clearly what Nezha was about to do, she saw him standing in the center of the large door, his tender little hands pressed against the iron-cast door, and Deng Chanyu’s water-like eyes involuntarily widened.

She said, "Are you crazy? How could this door possibly be moved by human strength?"

Nezha didn’t answer. The last time he tried to exert all his strength was when he was trying to pull the string of the Qiankun Bow.

With a low shout, his strength surged from the ground, through his waist and back, finally reaching his arms. Veins bulged on his forehead, his tender little hands shook off the aged dust on the door, as if he were about to embed himself into the dark iron in front of him.

"Open for me!"

Deng Chanyu was startled by Nezha’s stance, but she soon told herself in her heart that this was impossible.

Completely impossible.

Even the capable soldiers in her father’s army, who could practice cultivation, were just in their mortal bodies; how could they possibly push such a gigantic door with their bare hands?

But immediately, her pupils constricted, an unstoppable tremor within her heart.

From beside her ears kept coming a soul-chilling creaking and grinding noise, with dust falling from above.

With a low shout from Nezha, he took a small step forward, and then the giant door in front of him began to move, the gap gradually widening.

At the same time, a layer of something like a soap bubble in front of him shimmered with light, as if being split in two by a separate world.

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