Nezha touched Little Brother’s forehead lightly, leaving behind the items he had intended for Brother Hai. After all, Nezha had never forgotten his original promise.
It was ti to leave after that.
Little Brother stowed away the dragon corpse but didn’t imdiately return to Chentang Pass. Instead, he stood on the surface of the sea, gazing at the sky for a long ti.
"I will definitely beco a hero. That’s the promise."
...
If the Chaos world is a realm of disorder, then the Primordial world is the epito of order born from ultimate disorder. This structured space isn’t a single line; instead, it radiates out endlessly from the point of Pangu’s Heavenly Creation.
The developnt of the Primordial world wasn’t scripted by anyone—it was Pangu God’s hope and the result of countless variables.
Nezha wanted to return to his original tiline. The best thod was to first step out of order, jump beyond the tiline, and then rely on his connection to his ntor to find his way back to his own point in ti.
Under Little Brother’s reluctant gaze, Nezha took his leave of the East Sea and raced toward Chaos with all his might. Though he expected so obstacles, his journey turned out to be surprisingly smooth.
Arriving in Chaos, Nezha breathed a sigh of relief. He summoned the Taiyi Dao Palace and began to restore himself. He was acutely aware that his tiline was still locked in mission mode.
...
In Little Brother’s world, Nezha had left the unknown behind, and a figure resembling Nuwa—bearing nine-tenths her likeness but with a more sorrowful expression—began to faintly appear.
She didn’t know which world this little one belonged to, but the aura felt so familiar; it must have a close connection to her counterpart in that world.
Qingluan, who had been beside Nuwa in this world all along, said, "Goddess, that little one is pretty impressive."
Nuwa replied without a flicker of emotion, "If I’ve taken notice of them, of course they wouldn’t be ordinary."
Indeed, it seems Nuwa embodies a healthy dose of self-admiration regardless of which world she’s from.
...
Outside Chaos, Nezha spent three long years recovering in the Taiyi Dao Palace, finally restoring himself to his peak state. Naturally, the cost was an entire mountain of Immortal Fruits, Spirit Grass, and Elixirs.
As soon as Nezha stored away the Taiyi Dao Palace, he flew directly into the Mountain and River Map and yelled, "ntor, help!"
The mont he shouted, the Mountain and River Map outside Chaos vanished into thin air. When it reappeared, it had returned to the Two Forms Realm; Nezha erged once again carrying the Chaos Bell.
At the ti, Candle Dragon’s self-destruction had triggered chaos in the river of ti. However, the Chaos Bell inherently had the ability to suppress ti and space, aning it was itself a ti-space anchor.
Nezha returned precisely to the mont after Candle Dragon’s self-destruction.
Although Nezha had stayed in another world for five or six years, no actual ti had passed in his own world.
From a distance, Nezha caught sight of Ancestor Dragon climbing halfway up the mountain. Using Rainbow Transformation Technique, he imdiately flew to Ancestor Dragon’s side. Ancestor Dragon was at his limits, scraping together the last bit of his origin to open the gate above—a miserly act in light of his condition.
Nezha wasn’t the type to fuss over such details. Having just finished off Ancestor Dragon’s Third Prince next door, he certainly didn’t hold any sentintal respect for Ancestor Dragon.
"Old Bitch, I’m here to save you!"
Without pausing, Nezha swung a heavy kick into the old man’s lower back.
Clearly weak already, Ancestor Dragon didn’t even have ti to respond before Nezha’s kick sent him flying.
"You little bastard, you... you..."
Thump!
That’s what hitting the ground feels like.
Looking down, Nezha saw Ancestor Dragon sitting at the foot of the mountain, gritting his teeth at him. If looks could kill, Nezha would’ve already died eight hundred tis over.
All that climbing for nothing! Ancestor Dragon had painstakingly made his way halfway up, only to be kicked down in one blow! Was this even human conduct?
No matter how furious he was, it made no difference. Ancestor Dragon knew he had failed this ti.
When Nezha approached him again, Ancestor Dragon had already regained his composure. He now appeared calm, wise, and entirely devoid of the anger befitting a ruined plan.
Truly worthy of being the voice of reason among the three great Chaos Divine Beasts.
"Junior, I ca to save you. The criminal Candle Dragon who kidnapped you has self-destructed. I’ll take you back to safety at the Sea Eye."
Ancestor Dragon: ...
Everyone knows what’s going on—you don’t need to rub it in.
After a mont of silence, he suddenly said, "Junior, what do you think soone cultivates for? Power? Wealth? Companions?"
"You know, don’t you? If I were to open that thing above, I could very well achieve Chaos Origin. Help get up there, and I’ll have the Dragon Clan pledge allegiance to you. You’ll possess all of this. Guarding the Sea Eye is unbearably bitter. I just want a way out."
Nezha sneered. The Dragon Clan may look pitiful now, but they were far from weak. Ancestor Dragon’s proposal might tempt an ordinary Immortal.
"Senior, you’re mistaken. If I achieve sainthood, won’t all of this belong to anyway?"
Hearing Nezha’s reply, Ancestor Dragon froze for a mont before bursting into laughter, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke.
"Haha, haha! Junior, you’re so ignorant. You, achieve sainthood? And it’ll all be yours? Hahaha, cough, cough, cough!"
Nezha: ...
What’s so funny about achieving sainthood?
Looks like I didn’t kick you hard enough earlier, Old Bitch.
After laughing for a while, Ancestor Dragon realized he couldn’t convince Nezha to help him climb to the mountain’s summit. He said, "Then go take a look for yourself. I’m down to my last breath here—I’m not going anywhere."
Nezha knew this old guy wanted to trick him into going up. On one hand, Ancestor Dragon couldn’t bear to quit without knowing what lay beyond the gate. On the other, he hoped to see Nezha caught in so kind of taboo.
Nonetheless, Nezha still wanted to check it out. What if it truly held a path to sainthood?
But before leaving, he had to make arrangents for Ancestor Dragon.
"Senior, staying here all alone must be dull. Let find you an old friend to chat with."
With that, he took out the Magic Mirror, conjured dozens of Dharma Seals, and from within erged a stunning beauty in red robes—Yuan Feng, ready for a lively conversation partner. Nezha was confident Ancestor Dragon wouldn’t feel lonely.
Initially puzzled, Yuan Feng quickly recognized her target upon spotting Ancestor Dragon. Without needing Nezha’s guidance, she courteously greeted him on her own.
"Haha, you miserable Old Loach, your plan failed and you got cornered by my son-in-law, didn’t you?"
Ancestor Dragon, already in a poor mood, instantly turned crimson-faced at the sight of her mocking expression.
"Curse you, Yuan Feng! So what if my plan failed? At least I still get to co out and enjoy so fresh air. What about you? Lying half-dead, hiding away at the Undying Volcano!"
Yuan Feng remained shalessly unbothered, her face dripping with ridicule as she retorted, "So? That’s because I didn’t make a move. Not like so fool who failed at the first attempt!"
"Well, why don’t you make a move then?"
"I won’t!"
"You’re just scared of failing!"
"So loser already failed!"
"That’s only because you didn’t act!"
"But I didn’t fail!"
Ancestor Dragon nearly suffocated himself in anger, catching his breath before letting out a stream of rambling curses.
Yuan Feng didn’t hold back either, firing back with honeyed insults. If one ignored the content, her lody-like tone and delicate voice were actually quite pleasant to the ear.
Too bad Ancestor Dragon didn’t find it enjoyable.
Nezha nodded slightly, seeing the pair "communicating" so amicably. Ancestor Dragon seed content with his new conversation partner, leaving Nezha reassured.
Never mind their exchange—just look at how stunning she is!
Turning into a streak of rainbow light, Nezha sped off toward the summit.
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