Yin Zhuo King is indeed powerful, but Jin Ling is not weak either. Simply holding off Yin Zhuo King is not difficult for Jin Ling Saint Mother. At this level, it takes at least three to four people to attempt to kill him, and even then, there's a chance he might escape.

The Thunder God's expression is complex at this moment. It's not that he can't gather people, but he can't gather so many people at once. Right now, the only one who can help is Ying Long.

Nezha looks at the Thunder God, whose expression is somewhat desolate, thinking that his defeat by Nezha has hit him too hard. Therefore, he comforts him: "Senior, everyone has their own path. I'm destined to become... ahem, you know. Senior, keep following your own pace; there's no need to compare with me."

Thunder God: ...

You saying this makes me feel worse. Why are you destined to become a Saint?

Thankfully, the Thunder God's mindset is quite stable, so let it be. He's tired; he clutched the Creation Jade Scroll Fragment and the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but ultimately didn't catch anything. Who can he blame?

The surrounding battlefield is fierce, Nezha observes the commotion nonchalantly. During this time, strange creatures occasionally leap out, some known to Nezha, some unknown.

As time goes on, the attack from the demons begins to become urgent. Evidently, forces behind them are worried about Nezha recovering his strength.

Soon, a third heavyweight appears—a creature with a horse body, headless, with twin wings on its back and surrounded by poisonous fog.

Nezha takes a glance and confirms that it's not a typical monster but the corpse of Ying Zhao, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints of ancient times. As for why the corpse is moving?

It's naturally because it has a core.

The Mountain and River Map unfolds, and a brawny figure rushes out surrounded by afterimages—it's none other than Nezha's brother, Emperor Jiang.

Nezha doesn't need to introduce; Emperor Jiang directly targets Ying Zhao on the opposite side. Facing the Demon Clan, I, Emperor Jiang, will not shirk from duty!

He charges forward, causing space to ripple as Ying Zhao is dragged into the small black room for a one-on-one with Emperor Jiang. Nezha can only wish him luck.

Yet another strong enemy is obstructed, but Nezha still remains relaxed and watchful.

"Who do you think will come next, Senior?"

The Thunder God feels terribly unlucky; he wonders if he can abandon teaming up with Nezha even now.

Nezha will certainly not let the Thunder God leave easily; if this one departs, perhaps Ying Long would emerge, and with Ying Long's formidable strength, the fewer the enemies, the better.

"Anyone with thoughts about that place will want to have a hand in it."

Nezha knows the Thunder God is right. Duobao from the Jie Sect and Xuandu from the Human Sect, if they don't seize the opportunity, it's because they're both part of the Mystic Sect. Otherwise, try and see; the Slaying Immortal Sword and Tai Chi Diagram would be summoned promptly.

Now the more vigorous Nezha appears, the more anxious others become. Shortly after, yet another heavyweight contestant arrives, cloaked tightly. Just by judging the aura, this individual is no less formidable than Jin Ling Saint Mother and others.

Nezha hasn't seen this person before, likely yet another antiquated figure. He unfolds the Mountain and River Map, and the Five-Colored Divine Light glows as Kong Xuan appears.

Kong Xuan remains proud and arrogant, first glaring fiercely at the Thunder God, then rushing towards the cloaked figure.

The cloaked figure says little and directly engages Kong Xuan in battle. Kong Xuan utilizes Five-Colored Divine Light with no sense of defense; the cloaked figure is plainly skilled in defense, and the two become stalemated once more.

Nezha pays attention to the cloaked figure's Dao Qi and is somewhat surprised, realizing this individual can be called Kun Daoist.

This Kun is not that Kun; the Daoist Ancestor once had a little buddy named Qiankun Ancestor, who might be the fusion of Qian and Kun. Now only Kun Daoist appears—where has Qian Daoist gone?

Likely deceived and lost by the Daoist Ancestor.

The Qiankun Cauldron Nezha holds now is their treasure; it is not without reason he found it.

Only this figure can hide under Hong Jun's nose until now; truly formidable.

Thunder God opposite Nezha seems unbothered by the people Nezha summons, merely lamenting silently that human hearts aren't what they used to be.

Nezha waits a while longer; there's no one else emerging, just small fry that aren't worth his attention. Actually, more are in observation mode. If Nezha falls beneath pressure, there'd likely be more people pouncing.

"Senior, truthfully, when we were sparring, I barely exerted myself. Do you believe it?"

The Thunder God purses his lips, showing disbelief, muttering a phrase in dragon language meaning 'nonsense'.

Nezha ignores the Thunder God, instead taking out the Kunlun Mirror, channeling his slightly recovered mana. The Kunlun Mirror enlarges to match Nezha's height, perfectly reflecting his entire body.

Golden Divine Radiance flows; in the mirror, another Nezha appears. The two Nezhas exchange smiles through the mirror; Nezha's form blurs momentarily, then returns to normal as he resumes peak state.

This is a little trick Nezha comprehended after many travels—recording a state of a certain time within the Kunlun Realm to store, enabling full-health and full-state revival during crucial moments, reflecting a tiny understanding of the Time Path from multiple traversals.

The Thunder God watches Nezha's maneuver, opens his mouth, but ultimately says nothing. Although he doesn't wield the Time Path, he's witnessed it before. His second brother, Candle Dragon's innate power controls time, so compared to Candle Dragon, even if Nezha uses the Kunlun Mirror, his method seems crude.

"Senior, watch carefully!"

Having recovered, silver-grey array patterns start circulating on Nezha, continuously extending, while surrounding spiritual energy turns into whirlwinds crazily merging toward Nezha. Millions of miles of spiritual energy are abruptly drained dry, causing a sudden malfunction in most spells cast by battling Asuras and Heavenly Soldiers.

The constantly swelling power of Nezha's aura secretly amazes the Thunder God—can you still be considered human?

He summons the Chaos Bell with one hand while gesturing towards Kunlun, murmuring 'come.'

The Twelve Golden Immortals, including Guang Chengzi, who were still observing, hastily look up, just in time to see their Pangu Banner transform into flowing light and disappear.

Guang Chengzi: ???

What's happening?

The moment he awakens, why does this Primordial land feel so unfamiliar now?

Pangu Banner belongs to my master, right?

When I borrow it, I must offer my respects, and with a single 'come,' it obeys?

Is this right?

The Bai He beside Guang Chengzi remains calm, remarking Nezha must be the Lord's illegitimate child!

Guang Chengzi, oh Guang Chengzi, you'll no longer be the Lord's cherished one!

Similarly shocked, Master Taoyi doesn't know what to say and can only comfort: "It's fine, it's fine; he's just borrowing—after all, sharing Magical Treasures between brothers is normal, isn't it?"

Normal my foot! That's the Pangu Banner!

Nezha holds both the Bell and the Banner, while the Array Patterns of the Twelve Dutreastrial Gods Evil Formation continue to spread, looking denser than before.

The Xuandu in Eight Scenic Palace, who's been observing with squinted eyes, is now drenched in sweat. With Bell and Banner converging, the final Diagram trembles, seemingly eager to visit his two old buddies.

Xuandu injects mana while attempting to communicate with the Tai Chi Diagram, and Lord himself intervenes to calm the Tai Chi Diagram.

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