Giving Birth

"It's hard to say. I don't understand the power system of your world, but one of them has an aura no weaker than that of Immortal King Anlan!"

Black Emperor spoke slowly. "The other one is probably just stronger than an Ancient Great Emperor, but hasn't truly entered the immortal realm yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yang felt his heart jolt, and his expression turned solemn.

Stronger than Immortal King Anlan? Then the newcomer had to be at least a Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

Although there were many beings in the Primordial World who could enter the Grand Unity realm, only a handful had truly appeared in the world.

Most either secluded themselves in closed-door cultivation, striving to break through, or searched everywhere for an ownerless Innate Spiritual Treasure, hoping to use it for Severing the Corpse and enter the ranks of the quasi-Saints.

And now, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal had appeared near Qingshan City and was fighting someone?

Su Yang was puzzled.

Ruthless Great Emperor, who was standing nearby, spoke. "Should we go take a look?"

Before Su Yang could reply, Black Emperor was already wagging his head and tail as he tried to dissuade him:

"Don't go, don't go! With an existence like that, even your master might not be able to handle him. If we go over there, we probably won't even be left with scraps."

"Wouldn't it be better to obediently stay at the inn?"

Black Emperor seemed to have sensed something unusual about the inn, noticing from certain subtle details that this place was far from ordinary.

After Su Yang had kicked him flying back earlier, Black Emperor had already felt that something was wrong. The inn looked small on the outside, yet it could accommodate over a thousand people. It simply made no sense.

But even more impressive than that was the boost it gave Su Yang!

As long as he stood inside the inn, Su Yang had the confidence to say something like, "I can fight a Saint alone!"

That was the information the Storyteller System had transmitted to him after binding itself to the inn. As for whether it was true, that still needed to be verified.

But even if he couldn't defeat a Saint, being inside the inn should allow him to handle ordinary dangers without trouble.

Deep in Qingshan, inside a dilapidated temple.

A young man stared anxiously at his wife, who was writhing in agony, his expression grave. This man was the mortal Dong Yong, the one who had become fated with Seventh Princess Ziwei.

Now, to protect the child in her womb, Ziwei had insisted on giving birth while the Heavenly Court pursued her!

Dong Yong was helpless and could only burn with anxiety at the side.

Above the Heavenly Vault, Eldest Princess Hong Rou was confronting Nezha, the Third Prince.

Because Hong Rou was the Jade Emperor's daughter, Nezha had not attacked with lethal intent. Though he revealed the pressure of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, he always held back, never completely subduing her.

Hong Rou's hands turned, causing heaven and earth to change color. Her magic power surged like a tide, transforming into wave after wave of impact that shot straight toward Nezha.

Yet Nezha merely waved the Red Tassel Spear lightly, and all her attacks vanished in an instant.

Nezha looked at Eldest Princess Hong Rou, whose face was deathly pale and whose magic power was nearly depleted. His expression turned slightly solemn before he spoke. "Your Highness Hong Rou, why insist on this?"

"I came down to the mortal world only to bring Seventh Princess back to the Heavenly Court. If you insist on obstructing me, I'm afraid you'll bring about consequences you cannot bear."

"Hmph!"

Hong Rou snorted coldly and did not answer Nezha. Instead, she continued forcing her remaining magic power into action, struggling to raise one final barrier and stop Nezha from advancing.

Jade Rabbit did not intervene. She merely watched the confrontation with great interest.

"The Heavenly Court's Great God of the Three Altars Nezha fighting Eldest Princess Hong Rou—if this story got out, it would certainly cause quite a stir." Jade Rabbit pondered to herself.

Although Nezha did not want to truly hurt Hong Rou, he could not keep delaying. If he could not suppress her, he would be unable to take Seventh Princess away.

After thinking for a moment, Nezha finally made up his mind. He would restrain Hong Rou first and worry about the rest afterward.

With a light wave of his hand, the Hun Tian Ling around his body flew up on its own. Infused with magic power, it surged toward Hong Rou like a Spirit Snake!

Hong Rou's expression changed when she saw this. The Hun Tian Ling was no ordinary item—it was a magic treasure of the Acquired Spiritual Treasure level!

The moment she realized Nezha had used this treasure, alarm bells rang in Hong Rou's heart.

At this rate, she probably wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

She slowly turned her head and glanced toward the ruined temple, whispering inwardly, "Little Sister, this is all I can do for you. You must be strong!"

Before long, forced back by the Qian Kun Circle, Hong Rou had nowhere left to retreat. In the end, the Hun Tian Ling bound her tightly.

With her magic power nearly exhausted, Hong Rou no longer had the strength to resist.

"Princess Hong Rou, forgive me." Nezha sighed softly and cupped his fists in apology.

Then his gaze turned cold. Blazing flames erupted around him as he fixed his eyes on the ruined temple and shouted:

"Seventh Princess! His Majesty has ordered me to bring you back to the Heavenly Court. Please return with me!"

After his voice fell, the ruined temple remained utterly silent, without the slightest response.

Nezha, however, clearly sensed that the aura of Seventh Princess inside the temple was still together with that of the mortal Dong Yong.

It seemed they had not taken the opportunity to flee.

Even if they had truly escaped, they could not escape his control. As a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, Nezha possessed the Four Great Treasures, and his strength had already reached the middle-to-late Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm!

Where could Seventh Princess possibly flee from him?

But in the very next moment, a new aura of life suddenly appeared inside the ruined temple!

When he sensed that vigorous aura of life, Nezha's pupils instantly contracted, and his heart sank.

Inside the dilapidated temple, Seventh Princess gazed at the newborn baby, a trace of joy appearing in her eyes.

She forcibly suppressed the pain surging through her body, placed the child into Dong Yong's hands, and said softly:

"Husband, take the child to Qingshan City and find the storyteller Su Yang there. He's staying at an inn."

"Only then can our child be protected."

As soon as she finished speaking, Dong Yong had just taken the child and had not yet reacted when he heard the finality in Ziwei's voice.

His expression dimmed as he looked at Seventh Princess Ziwei, his voice trembling slightly. "What about you, then? Wife, what will you do if I leave?"

At this moment, Dong Yong already knew the whole truth.

His wife, Ziwei, was actually the youngest daughter of the supreme Jade Emperor Great Heavenly Venerate, who stood above the Thirty-three Heavens!

At first, he simply could not believe it. But after Princess Hong Rou and Nezha appeared, he had no choice but to accept reality and realize how noble his wife's identity was!

She had originally occupied a lofty position in the Heavenly Court, yet she had willingly descended and married a mortal like him. She had endured ten years of hardship, and now she was about to be taken back to the Heavenly Court to await the Heavenly Venerate's judgment!

Thinking of this, Dong Yong's heart filled with indignation.

As a man, he was actually powerless to protect his wife and child!

Seeing the unwillingness on his face, Ziwei's pale features blossomed with a gentle smile. She slowly raised her hand and caressed his cheek, speaking softly:

"Having met Dong Lang and loved you for ten years, I have no regrets."

"Husband, take our love with you. Take the child and live well."

Reluctance filled her eyes as she gazed at the infant in Dong Yong's arms. In the end, she hardened her heart and made her decision.

Before Dong Yong could speak, Ziwei activated her magic power and forcibly sent him and the child a thousand kilometers away, straight into Qingshan City.

Watching the two disappear, Ziwei gently exhaled.

She had also witnessed the battle above Qingshan City the previous day.

She had already made her plans. If Dong Yong could find protection from the storyteller Su Yang, he and the child could safely survive this calamity, and the child could grow up in peace.

At that thought, a trace of relief appeared on her face.

However, the instant she sent Dong Yong and the child away, a figure had already torn through the void and arrived.

Nezha, clad in the Hun Tian Ling and holding the Red Tassel Spear, appeared inside the ruined temple. The Qian Kun Circle hung beneath his feet, and he stood atop the Wind Fire Wheels.

Looking at Seventh Princess, he asked in an odd tone, "Seventh Princess, have you arranged everything?"

Ziwei slowly exhaled and looked at Nezha, hovering in midair atop the Wind Fire Wheels. She gently nodded and said:

"Thank you, Great God of the Three Altars, for your mercy and for giving me the chance to give birth to my child. I only hope that, in the future, you can look after the child a little."

Nezha remained silent. In fact, he had sensed from the beginning that Seventh Princess Ziwei was giving birth inside the ruined temple.

He had originally intended to stop her, but he suddenly remembered his own past life as a human.