Nezha didn’t stand on ceremony, requesting an abundance of spiritual materials needed for cultivation so that his divine skills could begin preliminary training.
Bai Ze was equally delighted and soon sent over two diligent and honest demons to work for Nezha.
The two discussed the follow-up plan, and Nezha returned with the materials, allowing his primordial spirit to settle back in place.
"Immortal Master?"
Nezha snapped back to reality and casually explained, "I got too imrsed in thought. Let’s go—don’t let the Fu Yuan Immortal escape."
In truth, the old man had nowhere to run—he was directly apprehended upon reaching his residence.
Nezha pulled out the Red Embroidered Ball, and the man didn’t even dare to make excuses, obediently recounting the entire process.
Moreover, he revealed the mastermind behind it all—the Great Demon Gu Diao.
Nezha took the Fu Yuan Immortal back to the Palace of the Polestar, laying out the entire course of events.
Hao Tian stroked his small mustache, and this ti he didn’t drag his feet. After all, emperors fear nothing more than leftover remnants from prior dynasties. He’d always been looking for an excuse to act against the Demon Clan, and now the chance had fallen into his lap.
However, the proper procedures still needed to be followed.
Hao Tian looked directly at Nezha, while Nezha kept a calm and composed expression, as though the case had been thoroughly resolved.
It’s beneath to rush headlong into things—it’ll only make look cheap. Wasn’t I asked to investigate the case? Well, I’ve solved it for you.
Hao Tian sighed helplessly and could only assign the Immortal of Colossal Spirit.
"Appoint the Immortal of Colossal Spirit as the Demon Suppressing Marshal. Lead a thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals to seize the Great Demon Gu Diao and uphold the Heavenly Rules!"
Gold Star Taibai read aloud Hao Tian’s edict.
The Immortal of Colossal Spirit, a hardworking laborer of the Heavenly Court, was visibly disheartened. Without , this Heavenly Court is bound to collapse sooner or later!
With the support of the Hao Tian Mirror and assistance from the Heavenly Dao, Hao Tian quickly located Gu Diao’s whereabouts.
The Immortal of Colossal Spirit led five hundred Heavenly People and five hundred tea-serving attendants in a grandiose departure. Though the group only numbered around a thousand, they managed to stir up an impression of tens of thousands with their pomp and flair.
The intimidating procession marched toward North State. At this point in the Primordial realm, the All Saints hadn’t shattered it yet, so the four great continents hadn’t divided as they would later.
The Eastern lands, enriched with outstanding spirits, were the most prosperous and abundant region of the Primordial world. The Southern lands were shrouded in poisonous mists and infested with venomous insects across the Ten Thousand Mountains, yet relatively tolerable.
That left the unfortunate siblings—the Northern and Western lands.
The West was devastated by the duel between the Demon Ancestor and Daoist Ancestor, leaving the earth veins fractured and barren.
As for the North, this ties back to Nuwa. During the Witch Demon War, Gonggong furiously struck Zhou Mountain, causing the heavens to topple and the earth to crack. Nuwa, in her attempt to patch the sky, severed the limbs of the North State’s Xuan Turtle to use as the Sky Pillars.
The Xuan Turtle felt greatly wronged. "I wasn’t even involved—I was just sleeping at ho like a good turtle, when Nuwa suddenly shows up, praises my fine pair of legs, and—snap, snap—cuts them off for her sky-patching project. Do you think I’d take that lying down?"
Anger surged imdiately, and he began to exert great power to summon back his four limbs.
This put Nuwa in a bind. Admittedly, severing the Xuan Turtle’s legs for Qingtian was rather unscrupulous. Yet if he had simply accepted it, the rit of holding up the sky would flow unceasingly, even making him a minor shareholder in the Primordial world. Plus, it ant Nuwa owed him a matter of cause and effect.
While Saints remain unattached to cause and effect, Nuwa was sentintal.
With a powerful backer and accolades under his belt, as long as the Primordial world didn’t perish, who would dare touch him?
And his entire clan could enjoy prosperity. Isn’t that a good deal?
But no, he just couldn’t let it go and had to make trouble.
Ultimately, Nuwa resorted to old tactics—unable to solve the issue, she resolved to eliminate the problematic turtle.
The Xuan Turtle was indeed an ancient Great Expert, but he was no match for the Sainted Nuwa.
To prevent the Xuan Turtle from destroying the Sky Pillars, Nuwa swiftly slew him, casting his flesh into Chaos while his shattered soul, carrying endless resentnt, wandered in North State.
This left North State’s environnt utterly abysmal.
Nuwa, preoccupied with sky-patching, couldn’t bother to intervene, and the other Saints were even less inclined to care—not like they lived in North State.
As a result, the destitute, harsh North State beca the residence of the exiled Demon Clan.
The Immortal of Colossal Spirit led his troop of musicians and drum-beating Heavenly Soldiers to North State, each feeling rejuvenated—until the freezing cold bit at them like grandsons.
Immortals might not fear the cold, but that didn’t an it didn’t affect them. Even the instrunts were too frozen to play properly.
The Immortal of Colossal Spirit reached a frozen lake mixed with shards of ice and shouted, "Demon Gu Diao, how dare you deceive the immortals of the Heavenly Court and tamper with the Immortals’ destinies! I co under the Great Venerable’s decree to punish you—submit to the heavens and co with to plead for your cris!"
After this declaration, he struck an imposing pose. Truth be told, he was indeed tall and built, and his Divine Armor added a degree of flair.
The Immortal of Colossal Spirit knew his own limitations, so he relied on Hao Tian’s authority to intimidate—hoping to resolve matters without much combat.
Yet no sooner did he finish speaking than a sound much like a baby’s cries began to echo from the ice lake.
Striking his pose, the Immortal of Colossal Spirit suddenly dropped his battle-axes, clasping his ears with both hands and crying out in pain, "What a wicked demon! Such terrifying soundwave magic—it’s unbearable for !"
"We are outmatched! Take to call for reinforcents, and we shall return to subdue this demon!"
As he spoke, he dashed into the sky, clutching his ears.
The Heavenly Soldiers behind him, being well-seasoned survivors, mimicked his actions, clutching their ears in mock pain as they fled back, terrified of lagging behind and becoming fodder for the demon.
The crying sound from the ice lake continued to reverberate. Before long, a figure erged—a demon with a human body and a bird’s head, crowned with a single horn, gazing in bewildernt at the retreating Heavenly Soldiers.
What’s going on?
As part of the Demon Clan, he had so distinctive habits. For instance, his use of the baby’s cry was a thod to lure enemies, though he rarely needed it nowadays. He hadn’t thought much of it as a fault.
Why did it scare them off this ti?
Although Gu Diao belonged to the bird family, he wasn’t like ordinary birds. He preferred living underwater and enjoyed eating humans.
He favored warm lake water—not this icy, shard-filled frozen lake.
You don’t realize how depressing it is to be woken by freezing temperatures every ti you sleep.
And to make it worse, his favorite prey was no longer available. How exactly was he supposed to endure life like this?
He wanted to leave, but the decree from the Demon Saint forbade him from setting foot outside North State. Disobeying the Demon Saint? He wouldn’t dare.
Filled with resentnt, he had reached out to his "old acquaintance," the Fu Yuan Immortal, concocting this incident to vent his frustrations!
Watching the Heavenly Soldiers flee in such a farcical manner without even attempting to fight, he found himself holding the Heavenly Court in even lower regard.
Then, turning around, he dove back into the ice lake, shivering from the cold, and settled back to sleep.
...
The Immortal of Colossal Spirit, relieved to see no demon chasing after them, let out a breath and rolled on the ground to make himself appear even more battered. The Heavenly Soldiers followed suit.
Then, they entered the Palace of the Polestar, tearfully reporting, "Great Venerable, that demon possesses boundless power and has fearso soundwave magic. I fought with him for three hundred rounds but was ultimately defeated! Please forgive your servant, Your Majesty!"
Nezha, eager to rack up rits, didn’t waste ti haggling and joined Hao Tian in observing the entire sequence of events through the Hao Tian Mirror. Honestly, the Immortal of Colossal Spirit was quite the character!
Hao Tian, under Nezha’s peculiar gaze, wasn’t fazed. Putting all else aside—did the Immortal of Colossal Spirit bring everyone back or not?
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