Bringing Nezha Back to Skeleton Mountain to Cultivate

On the ruins of the Chen Tang Pass Governor's Mansion, everything was still.

The air was filled with a strange scent, a mixture of dust and void, as if even time had stopped flowing due to the word "Scram" that had just been shouted.

Qin Feng sat peacefully. The little Nezha in his arms seemed disturbed by the commotion, squirming restlessly and letting out a few indistinct murmurs.

Qin Feng looked down and gently patted Nezha's back. His movements were incredibly tender, making him seem like a completely different person from the terrifying being who had just shattered a Saint's Edict.

His gaze casually swept over the area not far away.

Taiyi Zhenren lay sprawled on the ground like a puddle of mud, his eyes vacant, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. His Dao Heart was shattered, and he had become a living dead man.

Li Jing knelt rigidly in place, his entire body trembling like a leaf in the wind. His head was bowed, and he had lost the courage to even look up.

The Governor of Chen Tang Pass's mind was no longer blank, but filled with chaos.

His proud backing, the Chan Sect, had been scared senseless.

The Saint's Edict, which he regarded as heavenly law, had been turned to ashes before his very eyes.

His worldview, which he had firmly believed in, had been crushed into powder by an invisible hand and then ruthlessly trampled underfoot.

It was over.

Everything was over.

The Li family was finished. Chen Tang Pass was finished.

No.

Perhaps...

A more terrifying thought uncontrollably flashed through Li Jing's mind.

Perhaps, the Chan Sect was finished?

The moment this thought appeared, it sent a shiver down his spine, more piercing than the frigid winds of hell, nearly freezing his soul solid.

Qin Feng couldn't be bothered to look at the two men any longer.

To him, these people, these matters, were nothing more than specks of dust casually brushed away by the roadside, not even worth leaving the slightest trace in his heart.

He carefully bent down and held the sleeping Nezha in his arms more securely.

Then, he extended his other hand and naturally took the hand of the stunning figure beside him, who had been in a daze the entire time.

Shi Ji's hand was soft and slightly cool.

The moment Qin Feng's warm palm grasped hers, her body, stiff with extreme shock, trembled violently.

A warm current instantly spread through her limbs and bones from her palm, dispelling all the unease and fear in her heart.

She subconsciously raised her head. In her breathtakingly beautiful eyes, Qin Feng's profile, with a faint smile, was reflected.

"Let's go. This matter is settled. We're going home."

Qin Feng's voice was soft and gentle, like the sunlight on a spring afternoon, devoid of any of the domineering intensity from moments ago.

Yet, these simple six words, falling upon Shi Ji's ears, carried a more soul-stirring power than any Great Dao heavenly sound or Saint's Edict.

We... home?

Home?

Shi Ji's heart felt as if it had been struck by an invisible, heavy hammer.

Skeleton Mountain, White Bone Cave.

That was her grotto-heaven, the place where she had lived and cultivated in solitude for countless years.

There was only cold stone, withered bones, and eternal loneliness.

When had it become "home"?

But for some reason, hearing the word from Qin Feng's lips, that cold and desolate cave instantly felt warm in her heart, filling her with an unprecedented sense of belonging and security.

He was there.

Where he was, was home.

An indescribable mix of bittersweetness and sweetness surged into her heart, causing a thin mist of tears to well up uncontrollably in Shi Ji's eyes.

She didn't speak. Instead, she clasped Qin Feng's hand tightly with all her might, as if wanting to merge her entire being into his palm.

A captivating blush spread across her cheeks, more radiant than the most beautiful sunset.

She nodded heavily.

Qin Feng smiled and said no more.

With a flash of light, the figures of the three vanished from the spot, leaving behind not a trace of their presence.

All that remained was the razed Governor's Mansion and two unfortunate souls, one terrified into stupor, the other paralyzed with fear.

It wasn't until the suffocating pressure had completely dissipated long afterward that Li Jing dared to slowly lift his head.

Looking at the empty space before him, he seemed completely drained of spirit and vitality. He slumped to the ground, gasping for breath, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

They were gone.

That man, like a god or demon, finally left.

He managed to keep his life.

But, what then?

Looking at Taiyi Zhenren, who was still drooling not far away, a wry smile, uglier than a cry, appeared on Li Jing's face.

He knew that from this day forward, the sky over Chentang Pass had completely changed.

Light and shadow shifted.

When Shi Ji opened her eyes again, she had returned to the infinitely familiar Skeleton Mountain.

However, the scene before her made her freeze once more.

The White Bone Cave, which was originally eerie and terrifying, with piles of white bones everywhere, had disappeared.

In its place stood a magnificent and ancient Azure Stone Palace.

Above the palace, the three large characters "Azure Stone Palace" in a vigorous script emanated a restrained yet profound Dao Charm, as if they had merged with the entire mountain range of Skeleton Mountain.

This was no longer the White Bone Cave.

This was the Azure Stone Palace.

This was their home.

"Nezha's foundation was slightly damaged by that Golden Core. I'll help him stabilize it first. You can make yourself at home."

Qin Feng's voice echoed in her ears.

Shi Ji came back to her senses and saw Qin Feng carrying Nezha into the depths of the palace.

She looked at Qin Feng's retreating figure, the tenderness in her eyes almost turning into water and overflowing. She softly replied, "Mm."

Entering the quiet room, Qin Feng placed Nezha flat on a jade bed and began to take stock of his gains from this trip.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully backing Niangniang Shi Ji, thwarting the Chan Sect's scheme, changing Nezha's destiny, and reversing the trend of the Investiture of the Gods!]

[Mission Rating: Perfect!]

[Settling mission rewards...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Karma Law Fragment x1!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Acquired Merit x One Billion!]

The system's prompts sounded in his mind one after another.

A satisfied smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

One billion merit points were secondary.

The most crucial thing was that Karma Law Fragment.

This thing was a good item.

With it, if he went to the East Sea Dragon Palace to "have a word," he imagined those old mudfish would become very hospitable and easy to talk to.

Qin Feng's consciousness sank into his body.

That gray, law fragment exuding an ominous and bizarre aura was quietly floating in his Purple Mansion, echoing the fragment of the Chaos Origin Law.

He didn't rush to refine it but turned his gaze back to Nezha on the bed.

This kid was the biggest variable this time, and a very important pawn in his future plans.

Qin Feng extended a finger and gently tapped Nezha's brow.

Buzz!

A barely perceptible but extremely pure strand of Chaos Origin Power flowed slowly from his fingertips into Nezha's body.

This power did not repair Nezha's damaged meridians but, like the most skilled craftsman, began to reshape his Dao foundation from the most basic level.

Nezha's small body began to emit a faint gray halo.

Every inch of flesh and every meridian of his lotus incarnation were decomposed and reorganized under the scouring of this Chaos Origin Power.

The Spiritual Energy that originally belonged to the Innate Spiritual Treasure was completely washed away, replaced by a more ancient, more powerful, and more immortal aura.

This was to lay an eternal and immortal foundation for him.

One day, when this seed took root and sprouted, his achievements would far surpass that "Great God of the Three Altars of the Sea" from the mythological legends, who could only serve as a pawn in the games of Saints.

After doing all this, Qin Feng withdrew his finger and stood up.

His gaze pierced through the palace, looking towards the infinitely distant East Sea, a meaningful arc curving at the corner of his mouth.

The matter with the Chan Sect was temporarily concluded.

That old brat Yuanshi Tianzun, having suffered such a great loss, would likely not dare to make any major moves in the short term, other than uttering some harsh words and sending some small fry to their deaths.

It was a good time to take advantage of this period to handle some other matters.

For example, going to the East Sea Dragon Palace to have a good talk about the "compensation issue" for Nezha killing Ao Bing.

For example, he could also take the opportunity to see if he could add a few new members to his "Goddess Alliance."

There were several Dragon Princesses in the Four Seas Dragon Clan, weren't there?

He'd heard they were all as beautiful as flowers and carried great destiny.

Qin Feng stroked his chin, a more playful smile spreading across his face.

He was no saint.

Since he had decided to establish an order of his own in this Primordial World, he needed a sufficiently powerful foundation.

Shi Ji was one, and the future San Xiao would also count.

But it wasn't enough.

Far from enough.

His goal was to establish a "Goddess Immortal Alliance" that could rival the Mystic Sect, or even the Heavenly Dao.

To allow all goddesses bound by destiny, treated as pawns and tools, to find a true harbor they could rely on.

And he would be that strongest, most steadfast backing!