Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha Chapter 303 - 295: Dao Wound

According to the Tongtian Sect Leader, because he has not severed the seven emotions and six desires, these things will beco shackles during the tribulation, refining him into ashes.

Therefore, Nezha had already prepared his heart for how perilous this great tribulation would be.

His protectors during this were Zi Chen, Little Dragon Girl, and Wu Xiang Monk.

The monk had not given up yet.

Moreover, he increasingly believed that it was ti for Nezha to go to Spirit Mountain to cultivate.

In the sky, thunderclouds surged. When Nezha blasted apart the ninth Purple Cloud Divine Thunder above him with a punch, his blood and qi surged inside, and his chest heaved erratically.

This Tribulation Thunder was stronger by three notches than the Golden Immortal Heavenly Tribulation he passed back in the day, but now it posed no threat to him.

The Daoist Divine Soil beneath his feet had almost beco tangible. The Dao Divine Tree above his head had blossod, and a drop of Divine Dew fell from its flower onto Nezha’s forehead. In an instant, his injuries recovered seventy to eighty percent.

Yet the solemn expression on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

The sky was a vivid red.

Like blood.

Or like—the scene on his wedding day!

"What is this?" Little Dragon Girl frowned upon seeing it.

She didn’t sense any energy fluctuation, but an indescribable sense of crisis arose in her heart.

Beside her, Wu Xiang Monk chanted a Buddhist mantra. This scene before him, he had neither seen nor heard of.

The previously vast sky seed to turn into a round, bulging belly, with the clouds becoming red fabric wound around it.

Then ca a knife.

An incomparably sharp knife slowly sliced downwards, cutting open the belly, severing both the outer skin and the veins beneath, but inside there were no organs, only blood.

Fresh blood.

Vivid red blood.

It gushed out like a breached dam.

One by one, golden boys and jade maidens lined up and walked out, holding marriage certificates carved from the Three Lives Stone. The Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within a thousand-mile radius was stirred by this thunder.

"Is it... the Joy Tribulation?"

The monk’s voice was sowhat hoarse.

There are ghosts in this world.

There is no doubt about that.

But whether they are monks or Daoist cultivators, they should be the least afraid of ghosts.

Yet the hellish scene before them still sent chills down their spines.

Nezha took a deep breath.

The taste of blood filled his mouth.

How strange.

He knew that what lay before him wasn’t real blood, but thunder manifested, yet everything appeared so real that even his eyes couldn’t discern the essence of the blood river directly.

The child handed the marriage certificate to him, head bowed, face obscured, but the words woven by the Great Dao’s intent appeared at this mont, captivating his mind entirely.

"By the order of Heaven, the true spirit of the lower realm, Nezha, is to form a great matrimonial bond with Princess Long Ji, leaving a blank space for the na, gathering the top three flowers, nurturing the five qi in the chest, achieving the status of Ghost Immortal."

Nezha took one glance and knew that if he left his na in the blank space, he would surely, as the book said, achieve the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, but the outco would certainly not be good.

So he smashed his fist forward, blasting the marriage certificate and the child’s head simultaneously.

Amidst the explosion of countless thunders, a massive, emaciated monster covered in swirling flesh seeded the sky’s huge ’belly,’ slowly crawling out from within.

"Ne...zha."

It growled, exuding an innate aura of terror that made anyone shiver at first sight, yet filled Nezha’s heart with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Nezha shouted, leaping forward to engage in battle with the monster.

Taiyi Golden Immortal.

A year ago, when his Nine Revolutions Profound Skill hadn’t reached Great Success, he definitely wouldn’t win against this monster, but now, though he was at a disadvantage in every move, he already had the capital to fight against it.

"What is this?" Little Dragon Girl was terrified; the aura of the monster in this Joy Tribulation felt very familiar to her, and she had a guess in her heart, but couldn’t be sure at all.

Beside her, Wu Xiang Monk spoke out her guess: "It’s Nezha. It’s the Nezha who has beco a Ghost Immortal, who before ascending did not sever his seven emotions and six desires, and after becoming a Ghost Immortal, retained only malicious thoughts in his heart, losing his self, and was born devouring all ghostly creatures in the world, like a beast."

"No wonder, can it be won?"

"How do people defeat beasts?" The monk asked himself this question.

There was no answer.

The monster before him seed to lack pain, its body extrely hard, its Daoist Skills incredibly profound. Nezha engaged in combat with it, and despite having various Magic Treasures to maneuver with, it remained trendously challenging.

The great battle lasted six whole hours.

Nezha was covered in blood, and it seed the monster also ran out of energy and dispersed into the heavens and earth.

During this ti, the Dao Divine Tree behind Nezha had been shattered three tis, and condensing its form anew, the drop of Healing Divine Dew forming was noticeably slower by dozens of tis.

When the Divine Dew dripped down, Nezha’s wounds were once again wiped clean.

But the accumulated fatigue remained.

Nezha clearly felt his concentration had declined significantly.

But the thunder tribulation in the sky showed no sign of stopping.

Within the tribulation clouds, countless human figures erged. At a glance, each figure was familiar and known to Nezha.

Wu Xiang Monk and Little Dragon Girl could even find themselves among the silhouettes.

Little Dragon Girl asked, "What is this now?"

This ti, Wu Xiang Monk recognized it, sighed, and said, "It’s the Tribulation of Anger, manifestations ford by the myriad thunders, no more real than illusions, but the thunder tribulation confuses the mind. Nezha might think they are real."

Just as the words fell, those figures were devoured by tens of thousands of ghostly shadows.

Had Nezha already severed the seven emotions and six desires, upon seeing this scene, naturally, he would not have many thoughts, and the Heavenly Tribulation would hold no aning.

But he hadn’t.

So anger rose in his heart.

He raised the Black Giant Sword, leaping up to the nine heavens, swinging it down.

But this thing, while breaking everything, had no effect on the thunder due to the lack of free electrons within the material, it was not conductive.

...

The Joy Tribulation.

The Anger Tribulation.

The Sorrow Tribulation.

A total of three emotional tribulations passed, and Nezha was nearly exhausted, sitting on the ground, seemingly unable to hear or respond to Little Dragon Girl’s calls.

Wu Xiang Monk didn’t move.

He knew Nezha was alive and had successfully passed one of the most unprecedented Heavenly Tribulations in history.

If soone else had seen this, this great tribulation would almost have been recorded in the history of cultivation.

But he also knew Nezha’s state was far from good.

Normally, after passing the Heavenly Tribulation, condensing the top three flowers and nurturing the five qi in the chest should be a ti when a cultivator is at their most spirited.

Yet at this mont, his Dao injuries erupted, causing him to cough blood continuously, and his limbs and all his bones were scarred by the Great Dao, already looking like a lamp running out of oil.

The monk didn’t sigh again.

His gaze was incredibly resolute, taking out a pre-prepared elixir, delivering it into Nezha’s stomach with a bottle of Stone Milk, from which a vast vitality began to emanate from the almost lifeless body.

"Is Nezha alright?"

"As long as there’s ti, he’ll be full of life, that’s not a problem, but these Dao scars, they’re almost shattering him," the monk said, but there was no worry in his eyes.

He regarded Nezha as a friend.

However, his perception of the world’s operation was different from ordinary people.

Nezha could cultivate, live longer than others, eat well, sleep well, which was already quite good.

But Little Dragon Girl had just relaxed slightly when upheaval occurred in the sky again.

This ti, it wasn’t a thunder tribulation.

It was a person arriving.

Above the nine heavens, colorful clouds gathered densely, and the Immortal arrived atop a green lotus.