Imminent Labor

"I'm not sure. I don't understand the power system of your world, but one of them has a presence no weaker than Immortal King Anlan!"

The Black Emperor slowly spoke, "The other one has probably just surpassed an ancient Great Emperor, but hasn't truly entered the Immortal realm yet."

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

Stronger than Immortal King Anlan? Then the newcomer must be at least at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level!

Although there were many who could reach the Grand Unity realm in the Primordial World, very few actually appeared in the world.

Most of them were either in seclusion, striving for breakthroughs, or searching for unclaimed Innate Spiritual Treasures, hoping to use them to sever a corpse and enter the Quasi-Sage realm.

Now, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal had appeared near Qingshan and was fighting someone?

Su Yang felt a sense of doubt.

Ruthless Great Emperor, standing beside him, spoke, "Do you want to go take a look?"

Before Su Yang could respond, the Black Emperor wagged his tail and advised against it:

"Don't go, don't go. Beings like that, even your master might not be able to handle them. If we go over, we might not even leave behind our dregs."

"It's much better to stay obediently in the inn."

The Black Emperor seemed to have sensed something unusual in the inn, detecting from subtle details that this place was extraordinary.

After being kicked back by Su Yang earlier, the Black Emperor had already felt something was off—this inn looked small on the outside but could accommodate over a thousand people, which made no sense.

But that wasn't the most impressive part; it was its buffing power for Su Yang!

As long as he stood within the inn, Su Yang had the confidence to say things like "fighting a Sage alone"!

This was the information transmitted to him by the Storyteller System after it bound the inn. As for whether it was true or not, it still needed verification.

But even if he couldn't defeat a Sage, being inside the inn should be sufficient to deal with ordinary crises.

Deep within Qingshan, in a dilapidated temple.

A young man looked at his suffering wife with a solemn expression, his face filled with anxiety. This person was the mortal Dong Yong, the one who had a connection with the Seventh Princess Ziwei.

Now, Ziwei, to protect her unborn child, insisted on giving birth while being pursued by the Heavenly Court!

Dong Yong was helpless, only able to pace anxiously by her side.

High in the sky, the Eldest Princess Hong Rou was confronting the Third Prince Nezha.

Because Hong Rou was the Jade Emperor's daughter, Nezha did not deliver a fatal blow. Although he displayed his Grand Unity Golden Immortal pressure, he always held back, not completely subduing her.

Hong Rou's hands moved, changing the colors of the sky. Her magical power surged like a tide, transforming into waves of attacks that struck Nezha.

However, Nezha merely waved his Red Tassel Spear lightly, and all the offensive power instantly vanished.

Nezha looked at the Eldest Princess Hong Rou, whose face was pale and whose magical power was nearly depleted. His expression slightly shifted, and he then spoke, "Princess Hong Rou, why must you be so persistent?"

"I have descended to the mortal realm this time only to escort the Seventh Princess back to the Heavenly Court. If the Eldest Princess insists on obstructing me, I fear you will face unbearable consequences."

"Hmph!"

Hong Rou snorted coldly and did not respond to Nezha's words. Instead, she continued to mobilize the remaining magical power within her body, forcibly maintaining the last barrier to prevent Nezha from advancing.

The Jade Rabbit beside them did not intervene, merely watching the confrontation with interest.

"The Great God of the Three Altars, Nezha, fighting against the Eldest Princess Hong Rou. If this story gets out, it will surely stir up quite a commotion," the Jade Rabbit mused inwardly.

Although Nezha did not wish to truly harm Hong Rou, he could not delay indefinitely. If he could not subdue her, he would not be able to take the Seventh Princess away.

After a moment of thought, Nezha finally made up his mind to control Hong Rou first.

He waved his hand gently, and the Hun Tian Ling on his body flew out on its own. Under the infusion of magical power, it coiled towards Hong Rou like a spiritual snake!

Hong Rou's expression changed upon seeing this. The Hun Tian Ling was no ordinary item; it was a treasure of the Acquired Spiritual Treasure level!

Sensing that Nezha had used this artifact, Hong Rou's internal alarm bells rang loudly.

If this continued, she would likely not be able to hold on for much longer.

She slowly turned her head, glanced in the direction of the dilapidated temple, and whispered in her heart, "Sister, this is all I can do for you. You must strive for yourself!"

Not long after, under the pressure of the Qian Kun Circle, Hong Rou had nowhere left to retreat and was finally tightly bound by the Hun Tian Ling.

Coupled with her nearly depleted magical power, Hong Rou was now powerless to resist.

"Princess Hong Rou, I apologize," Nezha sighed lightly, cupping his fists in apology.

Then, his eyes turned cold, and fierce flames ignited around him. His gaze locked onto the dilapidated temple, and he shouted loudly:

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

As his voice fell, the dilapidated temple remained silent, with no response.

Nezha, however, could clearly sense that the Seventh Princess's aura was still within the temple, together with the mortal Dong Yong.

It seemed they had not taken the opportunity to escape.

Even if they had escaped, they wouldn't be able to get away from him. Nezha, as a powerful Grand Unity Golden Immortal, possessing the Four Great Treasures, had reached the mid-to-late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

Facing him, where could the Seventh Princess escape to?

But in the very next moment, a new life aura appeared within the dilapidated temple!

Sensing the vigorous life force, Nezha's pupils instantly tightened, and his heart sank.

In the dilapidated temple, the Seventh Princess gazed at the newborn infant, a hint of joy appearing in her eyes.

She suppressed the surging pain within her body, handed the child to Dong Yong, and said in a low voice:

"Husband, take the child and go to Qingshan City. Find the storyteller Su Yang there; he's at an inn."

"Only then can our flesh and blood be protected."

As soon as she finished speaking, Dong Yong had just taken the child and hadn't had time to react when he heard the farewell tone in Ziwei's voice.

His expression darkened. Looking at the Seventh Princess Ziwei, his voice trembled slightly, "Then what about you? My lady, if I leave, what will you do?"

At this moment, Dong Yong knew the whole truth.

It turned out his wife, Ziwei, was the youngest daughter of the supreme Jade Emperor, who ruled above the Thirty-three Heavens!

At first, he couldn't believe it at all, but as Princess Hong Rou and Nezha appeared, he had to accept reality and realize the noble status of his wife!

She, who was originally high in the Heavenly Court, was willing to descend and marry him, a mortal. She had suffered hardships for ten years, and now she was to be taken back to the Heavenly Court to await the Heavenly Venerate's judgment!

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

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

Ziwei saw the unwillingness on his face. A gentle smile appeared on her pale face. She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek, saying softly:

"Meeting and loving Dong Lang for ten years has left me with no regrets."

"Husband, please take our love, take the child, and live well."

Unwillingness flickered in her eyes as she looked at the infant in Dong Yong's arms. Finally, she hardened her heart and made a decision.

Before Dong Yong could speak, Ziwei had already activated her divine power, forcefully sending him and the child a thousand miles away, straight into Qingshan City.

Watching the two disappear, Ziwei let out a soft sigh.

She had personally witnessed the great battle above Qingshan City the day before.

She already had a plan: if Dong Yong could find the protection of the storyteller Su Yang, they could safely pass this tribulation, and the child could grow up safely.

Thinking of this, a look of relief appeared on her face.

However, the moment she sent Dong Yong and the child away, a figure had already shattered the void and arrived.

Nezha, clad in the Hun Tian Ling, wielding the Red Tassel Spear, with the Qian Kun Circle suspended beneath his feet, and stepping on the Wind Fire Wheels, appeared in the dilapidated temple.

He looked at the Seventh Princess and asked in a strange tone, "Seventh Princess, have things been arranged?"

Ziwei slowly exhaled, looking at Nezha, who was stepping on the Wind Fire Wheels and hovering in mid-air, and nodded gently:

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

Nezha remained silent. In fact, from the very beginning, he had sensed the Seventh Princess Ziwei giving birth in the dilapidated temple.

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