Crack!
Nezha had wanted to pry open Taiyi Zhenren's mouth and feed him medicinal pills.
But he failed to control his strength and dislocated Taiyi Zhenren's jaw.
Nezha panicked and repeatedly apologized. "Oh no, I'm sorry. Nezha didn't do it on purpose."
"Nezha will set it back for you."
After tossing the pill that healed the Primordial Spirit into Taiyi Zhenren's mouth, Nezha pressed one hand against Taiyi Zhenren's crown and the other against his jaw.
He wanted to set the dislocated jaw back in place.
Then...
Nezha exerted force with both arms!
The muscles in his arms immediately bulged, turning incomparably hard!
The sinews standing out beneath his skin were as prominent as coiling dragons.
Once again, Nezha failed to control his strength.
Taiyi Zhenren's head... was squeezed from above and below by Nezha, bursting into a mist of blood.
The blood mist splattered across Nezha's face, turning into vivid crimson blood that trickled down his cheeks.
The head was where the Sea of Consciousness gathered, where the Primordial Spirit resided!
Now that Taiyi Zhenren's head was gone, his Primordial Spirit had nowhere to stay. In its muddled state, it was drawn away by some unknown, irresistible force at incredible speed, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
It had been forcibly... ah, no, forcibly absorbed by the Investiture of the Gods.
Shiji: "..."
Like a child who had done something wrong, Nezha lowered his head and poked at his fingers. "Nezha really didn't do it on purpose."
"Nezha only wanted to help him put his jaw back in place."
"Martial Aunt Shiji, you have to believe Nezha."
Shiji: "..."
Shiji only felt the world spinning around her.
Taiyi Zhenren... was dead?!
Taiyi Zhenren was one of the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals, deeply valued and favored by Uncle-Master