Cried

As a Golden Immortal of the Origin, Di Xin's senses were extraordinarily sharp.

He could clearly feel that the karmic thread between Nezha and Li Jing, though it had mostly shattered when Nezha severed his hair, had not been completely cut at the moment of Li Jing's death. Instead, it was like an extremely fine strand of spider silk, faintly stretching into the void.

Di Xin pondered for a moment, then understood in his heart.

Now was the time of the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.

This Li Jing was someone fated by Heaven to leave a divine post on the Investiture of the Gods. Though his physical body had been destroyed today and his soul returned to the Yellow Springs, under the rules of the Heavenly Dao, he was not truly dead at all! So long as the Investiture of the Gods was not destroyed, sooner or later he would borrow a body to be reborn, or even be enshrined as a god on the spot!*

At that thought, killing intent flashed through Di Xin's eyes.

If he was going to kill, then he had to kill cleanly!

Just as Di Xin was about to make his move, forcibly seize Li Jing's soul, and scatter it completely—

"Whoosh—"

A cold, gloomy breeze suddenly swept up from the depths beneath the earth, and a dark, profound passageway faintly emerged in the void: the Yellow Springs Road.

Immediately afterward, Di Xin clearly saw Li Jing's somewhat dazed living soul slowly drift out from his broken body. It did not, as originally destined, shoot straight into the ninth heaven toward Kunlun Mountain or the Investiture Platform of Xi Qi. Instead, in a muddled haze, it was drawn along by that yin wind and flew directly in the direction of the Underworld!

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