Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 99 There is still an expert!

Chapter 99: Chapter 99 There is still an expert!

The Wu Xiang Monk was even more intelligent than Nezha had imagined. In the eyes of his monk master, all Wu Xiang needed was to go through one more cycle of entering and leaving the secular world, to train his heart amidst the red dust, and he would achieve great wisdom.

Out of respect for his friend, Nezha ultimately did not eat the fish.

He took with him the only Golden Arhat Fruit from atop the Medicine King with Wu Xiang Monk, and picked off the remaining six fruits from the same plant of the treasured medicine that Deng Chanyu had eaten, placing them into Deng Chanyu’s hands.

The departures between friends are never without blessings, nor can they avoid melancholy, but their farewell was filled only with blessings, without sadness.

Because they were certain that there would be days of reunion in the future.

The door opened, and the grandiose Black Iron Temple had disappeared, replaced by an endless desolate wasteland. In the distance, one could vaguely see an official road, which would lead to Lingquan Town after traveling ten miles along it.

"Not a bad calculation."

"Hmph!"

The little girl had tears in her eyes as she turned her face away, pretending to be angry with him.

The emotions of children are often more straightforward than those of adults, leaving Nezha no choice but to respond with a wry smile.

It was not until he used the Bronze Ancient Character in his hand to close the entrance to the small world that Deng Chanyu couldn’t help but turn her head to look at him, waving her hand and shouting: "I can start cultivating now, and once I’ve learned to fly, I’ll come find you at Chentang Pass!"

He didn’t even have a chance to say "it’s a promise" before the Golden Gate closed in front of him.

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Sanshan Pass, Fire Eye Mountain Secret Realm, before the Black Iron Temple.

By this point, after a series of fierce battles, the number of powerful cultivators from the Cultivation World who had entered here exceeded two hands’ count, with some resolved to join forces to break through the Devouring Dragon Soul Array outside the gate, and others gathering disciples outside the array, deciding to let the younger generation attempt to break through directly.

The Black Iron Temple was so large, comparable to a mountainous and colossal city. To seriously search every nook and corner would take ten days and nights and still not be sufficient.

However, the forces that made it here were also extraordinary, with a common goal – the Quasi-Saint inheritance left by Demon Lord Bai Mushuang.

Everyone was in good spirits.

Having come all this way, masked and fighting to the death outside, once here, everyone recognized each other, and their affiliated forces intersected to some extent. Some face had to be given, and those who contributed should not return empty-handed.

The Quasi-Saint inheritance was certainly worth a fight, but if it was unattainable, the large piece of Purple Cloud Divine Wood used as the focal point of the arrays in Fire Eye Mountain was also enough for each faction to share.

However, at this moment, surges of fluctuations came from above everyone’s head.

Everyone thought yet another Daoist had arrived, only to see a pulling force spread over the center of the large lake, attempting to uproot the entire gargantuan Purple Cloud Divine Wood!

Seeing this, the many powerful individuals below all had a cold look in their eyes.

With high-level experts from various sects here, who in the world would not give some courtesy upon arrival? Who was daring enough, or stupid enough to not even have eyes to see?

"Seeking death!"

Unable to restrain himself, Yu Ding was the first to strike. With a swoosh, the Immortal Slaying Sword came out of its sheath, its white light as bright as a rainbow piercing the sky, an intense sword light that rose against the void, causing bystanders to weep uncontrollably, unable to even keep their eyes open.

But this strike, like a clay ox entering the sea, did not stir up the slightest ripple.

With so many Daoists watching, Yu Ding also felt somewhat embarrassed, hmphed, his white beard fluttering up as he flashed, preparing to soar into the sky.

"You cowardly rat, hiding in the shadows! Show yourself and accept your death immediately!"

Yu Ding, rising to mid-air, his whole body’s Primordial Qi billowing, with Dao Traces flickering around him, his voice thundering, rolled and resounded.

Yet the individual attempting to take the Purple Cloud Divine Wood paid him no heed.

Seeing Yu Ding taking the initiative to make the first move, the others chose to wait and see, reasoning that conserving even a little bit of energy at this point was worthwhile.

A large number of disciples entered the formation first. Daoist Xiao Qi from West Sea Purple Dragon Island, thinking that they had certainly gained the upper hand this time, couldn’t help feeling smug and taunted, "It’s been thousands of years, and True Person Yu Ding has never changed his temper. I wonder how someone so impatient and flustered could have taught Yang Jian, his disciple."

"Ultimately, one’s cultivation journey relies on oneself. A famed teacher doesn’t always produce a top disciple. Just like within the Chan Sect, I also have a junior brother who, despite his old age and white hair, still cannot comprehend the Golden Core Technique. He’s nearly been expelled from the Sect by our master."

As soon as Heavenly Venerate Daoxing said this, even Daoist Xiao Qi, sharp-tongued as she was, found herself at a loss for words.

In Purple Dragon Island where seniority is highly regarded, the Sect Master mentioned by Heavenly Venerate Daoxing is none other than the renowned Yuanshi Tianzun of the Chan Sect. Who among the disciples of Daoism would dare say that Yuanshi Tianzun is incapable of teaching disciples?

Yet, she thought to herself, with these words, do you also feel that it is sheer luck for True Person Yu Ding to have such an excellent disciple as Yang Jian?

They were not worried about the incoming enemies. Even if True Person Yu Ding could not prevail, others would step in to help.

Daoist Xiao Qi said, "Are you going to snatch the Purple Cloud Divine Wood right in front of us, treating all the heroes of the world as if they are nothing?"

Next to her stood a tall monk clad in azure robes, nearly ten feet in height, with a face full of compassionate expression, who smiled and said, "Wild warriors emerge endlessly in this world; all of you should also be careful."

Heavenly Venerate Daoxing nodded cautiously towards the eminent figure of the Western Sect, though he thought the more he looked at this old monk, the more displeasing he found him. He was quite tempted to test whether the monk’s shiny bald head could truly withstand a blow from his Demon-Subduing Pestle, but that was a thought for later.

Everyone cast their gaze towards the heavens, only to see True Person Yu Ding holding his sword in one hand, his aura seeming to supplant the very firmament above and the earth below, presenting an overwhelming might that could cover the heavens and earth!

Just when everyone thought that the person who had made the first move, intimidated by the sword might of True Person Yu Ding, had already retreated, a form of indescribable majesty descended from above. All the powerful figures on the ground instantly paled, as their spiritual senses subconsciously surged out like dozens of torches ablaze!

Just when these powers were about to forcefully exert themselves, ready to use their Magic Treasures, a massive azure-golden energy handprint suddenly appeared in the reddish sky overhead, blocking out the sun, and slowly pressed towards the ground.

With each inch this handprint advanced, it seemed as if thunder rumbled between the fingers, presaging the birth and destruction of worlds!

One moment, True Person Yu Ding was pointing his sword at heaven and earth, boasting wildly as if he was the greatest, but upon witnessing this scene, his face suddenly transformed with shock, unable to help exclaiming, "A Quasi-Saint master?"

He couldn’t help but think that there were only so many Quasi-Saints in the world, who among them would make a move at this time?

True Person Yu Ding moved swiftly, his form like lightning. In an instant, he stood next to Heavenly Venerate Daoxing.

Fortunately, the giant energy hand was not targeting him but instead, it slowly gripped the nearly heavenly tall Purple Cloud Divine Wood.

Inside the Fire Eye Mountain Secret Realm, everyone watched as the vast hand blocked the sky and the lightning flashed, as if doomsday had arrived.

Outside Fire Eye Mountain, countless cultivators who did not qualify to enter the realm, as well as the millions of civilians and soldiers living within Sanshan Pass, also simultaneously looked up towards the sky above Fire Eye Mountain.

No cultivation was needed; one only needed to open their eyes.

The clouds at low altitude turned into dark whirlpools, extending towards the peak of Fire Eye Mountain. From among those clouds emerged a gigantic azure-golden hand, accompanied by lightning and thunder as if heralding the end of the world!

At this level of power, every move affects the Primordial Qi of heaven and earth in the entire region, always accompanied by storms. Just a moment ago, Sanshan Pass basked in brilliant sunshine, but at this moment, sudden torrents of rain and wind arose.

Meanwhile within Fire Eye Mountain, the Devouring Dragon Soul Array fully activated, with eighty-one dragon corpses simultaneously opening their eyes, the Array Patterns upon the Heavenly Divine Pillar lighting up, and the black sand on the ground trembling in unison.

An aura of destruction began to brew in the center of the mountain’s belly.

Next, eighty-one streaks of light descended from the sky, landing on the crowns of the eighty-one dragon corpses, each one a rune. These runes lit up, and the dragon corpses that had just opened their eyes subsequently closed them again.

While everyone was still in shock, the azure-golden hand moved away as swiftly as it had arrived, uprooting the Divine Wood from the lake and stirring the waters, once as clear as jade, muddying them, and after securing the Purple Cloud Divine Wood, it soared away.

After quite a while, Daoist Xiao Qi with a gloomy face began to speak, "It must be someone who has hidden their aura. It’s impossible to tell which senior it might be."

Heavenly Venerate Daoxing said calmly, "It seems they needed the Purple Cloud Divine Wood, and that’s why they came. However, this is good as well. With the elimination of the formation’s eye, the Devouring Dragon Soul Array is broken, and now we can finally explore the secrets within the Iron Emperor Hall."

Daoist Xiao Qi turned and saw that experts from all the sects who had come here were all ready to act.

She turned back to look at the grand entrance, where a heavy door stood, and suddenly heard a whooshing sound by her ear. Her crescent eyebrows lifted as she saw the ’Fish Entering the Sea Banner,’ which she had previously bestowed upon her senior disciple Gu Jianqing from West Sea Purple Dragon Island, flying out from within the iron gate!

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