Nezha's Birth, Innate Anomalies

The words had barely fallen.

Li Jing's "Greetings, Master," filled with resolve and entrustment, acted like an invisible imperial decree, instantly stirring the Heavenly Secrets hidden in the void.

Rumble--!

Without any warning, the skies above Chentang Pass churned, and the world's colors shifted.

The previously clear and vast sky was instantly shrouded in endless crimson auspicious light, as if billions of tons of fiery magma were surging wildly in the heavens.

The red light, as dense as fresh blood, painted the entire formidable pass with a strange yet sacred hue.

Following this, a visible, immeasurably vast pillar of spiritual energy, like a celestial river pouring down, descended with pinpoint accuracy from the center of the blood-red sea of clouds. It instantly pierced through the layers of roof tiles of the General's Mansion, heading straight for the birthing room deep within the residence!

"Wah--!"

A baby's cry, echoing through the heavens, descended with the spiritual energy pillar, erupting suddenly.

Within that cry, there was an innate, unyielding, heaven-shattering fighting spirit!

Li Jing and Lady Yin trembled, a hint of joy just appearing on their faces before it froze completely the next second.

With a dull "boom," the heavy wooden door of the birthing room was directly smashed to pieces from the inside by an immense force.

Amidst the flying wood chips, a round, spinning... large meatball, rolled out from the threshold and tumbled into the center of the courtyard.

The entire General's Mansion instantly fell into deathly silence.

All the household guards, all the maids, including Lady Yin, who had just gotten up from the ground, stared dumbfounded at the still slightly bouncing meatball, their minds completely blank.

After three years and six months of pregnancy, she gave birth... to a ball?

Li Jing's pupils contracted instantly into the most dangerous pinpricks.

As a disciple of the Chan Sect, he had read extensively, especially being well-versed in various ancient legends.

When demons or monsters descend to the mortal world, their gestation often portends such monstrous births!

A cold dread shot from the base of his spine to the crown of his head.

Could it be... could it be that the elder's prediction was wrong?

This was not the reincarnation of the Spiritual Pearl in his womb, but clearly a peerless ferocious demon!

Once this thought arose, it spread like wild grass, impossible to contain.

His instinct as a Chan Sect disciple, his belief in slaying demons and eradicating evil, overwhelmed everything at this moment.

"Clang!"

A crisp sword cry.

Li Jing instinctively drew the precious sword at his waist. Its edge gleamed coldly, pointing at the strange meatball from afar, his eyes bursting with resolute killing intent.

For the sake of the people of Chentang Pass, for the safety of humanity, even his own child, if it were a demon, must be slain!

He tightened his wrist, his immortal essence surging madly within him, about to strike with his sword!

But at this critical juncture, a light, dismissive cold snort filled with extreme disdain sounded in his ear.

"Idiot."

The voice was not loud, but it struck Li Jing's Primordial Spirit like an invisible divine hammer of Chaos.

He felt his vision darken, and an irresistible, invisible force emanated from his sword-wielding wrist.

"Clang!"

The immortal precious sword that had accompanied him for many years let out a mournful cry as if struck by an ancient divine mountain, flew out of his hand, soaring high, and finally, with a "thud," embedded itself upside down in the stone slabs of the training grounds dozens of meters away. The blade still hummed and trembled violently, as if in fear of something.

Li Jing was completely stunned.

He stiffly turned his head and saw Qin Feng, who had appeared before him at some unknown time. Without even glancing at him, he merely observed the meatball with amusement.

His gaze was like that of someone admiring an interesting toy.

"Since you have taken me as your master, you have already leaped out of the Three Realms and are beyond the Five Elements."

A faint, indifferent curve appeared on Qin Feng's lips. He extended a finger and lightly tapped the meatball from afar.

"A mere mortal malevolence trying to obscure the Spiritual Pearl's true nature?"

"Get out, for this Seat!"

The moment the words fell, a point of dazzling golden divine light erupted from the tip of his finger.

The divine light flashed and vanished, instantly sinking into the meatball.

The next second.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present.

"Crack... crackle..."

On the incredibly tough surface of the meatball, which even swords and blades might not easily penetrate, fine cracks appeared.

The cracks spread rapidly, covering the entire sphere like a spiderweb.

Blinding golden light shot out wildly from the cracks, illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were daylight!

Boom!

With a loud bang.

The entire flesh ball exploded!

There was no disgusting scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere. Instead, the exploding flesh ball transformed into pure, ultimate innate spiritual energy and countless golden lotus phantoms that scattered.

And at the center of the golden lotuses and spiritual energy, a small figure stood proudly.

It was a male child who looked no more than three or four years old.

Carved from jade, with red lips and white teeth, his pair of large, dark eyes sparkled with a liveliness and defiance unsuited to his age.

His feet were bare, and he was only wrapped in a brilliant silk ribbon as red as fire. On his wrists, he wore rings that emitted a faint golden glow.

These were the Hunyuan Silk and Universe Ring!

What made everyone's scalp tingle the most was.

This child, who had just "emerged," stood steadily on the ground. Not only could he walk, but he also spoke with a clear, milky voice that carried supreme majesty.

He didn't look at Li Jing or Lady Yin.

Instead, he walked straight to Qin Feng, tilted his small face up, and called out crisply.

"Master!"

Only then did he turn his head and curiously examine Li Jing, who had completely petrified and looked dumbfounded. He tilted his head and pouted with disdain.

"Are you my cheap dad?"

"You look... so weak."

At the same moment Nezha appeared, called out "Master," and uttered that rebellious statement.

The entire Primordial World, across the three realms, was alerted! Countless Great Powers who had been in seclusion for hundreds of millions of years were all stirred!

Kunlun Mountain, deep within the Jade Void Palace.

Beside a lotus pond shrouded in clouds and mist, filled with immortal energy.

A Daoist priest, wearing an apricot-yellow Daoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, and an ethereal aura, was meditating with his eyes closed. Yin and Yang energies circulated around him, a profound mystery.

This was Taiyi Zhenren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

Suddenly.

Taiyi Zhenren's eternally calm expression twitched violently. His tightly closed eyes snapped open!

A flicker of confusion flashed in his eyes. He quickly began to count on his fingers, deducing Heavenly Secrets.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Taiyi Zhenren's face, at a speed visible to the naked eye, changed from calm to shocked, from shocked to disbelief, and finally, it turned completely ashen and furious!

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of golden immortal blood, his eyes bloodshot. He stared intently in the direction of Chentang Pass. His immortal and distinguished face was now so contorted with extreme anger that it was unrecognizable.

"Spirit Pearl... my disciple!"

"Who! Who exactly! Dares to intercept the disciple I had my eye on!"

"This is the destiny personally approved by the Saint Master! Who dares to be so bold and act against the heavens!"

Taiyi Zhenren appeared to be going mad. Deep within his Primordial Spirit, he could clearly feel the thread of fate connecting him to Spirit Pearl being forcibly severed by an indescribably domineering force!

His disciple was gone!

This was not just about losing a disciple!

This was an important vanguard general of the Chan Sect during the Investiture of the Gods Calamity! A crucial piece on the Saint's chessboard!

Now, his piece had been forcibly plucked from the board!

This was no longer just slapping his face.

This was like pointing at Yuanshi Tianzun's nose and slapping him hard!

"Too much! This is too much!"

Taiyi Zhenren let out a roar of unwillingness, his voice shaking the entire lotus pond into violent turmoil.

At the same time.

The East Sea, Crystal Dragon Palace.

Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, who was in seclusion, absorbing water elemental spiritual energy, his massive dragon body suddenly trembled.

An indescribable palpitation, originating from the depths of his bloodline, surged into his heart without warning.

It was as if an ultimate bane, destined to threaten the entire Dragon Clan, had descended at this moment!

It wasn't just him.

South Sea, West Sea, North Sea.

The three equally ancient and powerful Dragon Kings, at the exact same time, simultaneously opened their massive dragon eyes, which resembled the sun and moon, filled with astonishment and unease.

Above the Nine Heavens, in the Heavenly Court, the Grand Pure Palace.

Haotian Jade Emperor, seated high upon the imperial throne, furrowed his brow slightly. His gaze seemed to pierce through the endless sea of clouds, looking down upon the mortal realm.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, deep within Chaos.

Purple Heaven Palace, Biyou Palace, Eight Sceneries Palace...

Those supreme Saints, who looked down upon eternity and viewed all living beings as ants, also cast down a gaze filled with unknown meaning.

All of their gazes converged upon that fortress, as insignificant as a speck of dust.

They converged upon the young man holding Shi Ji's hand, with a delicate and exquisite little child standing before him.

The entire Primordial World was thrown into a bizarre tremor because of one action by this man.