Nezha's Enlightenment

Within the elegant hall of the general's residence, Xuanxiao sat quietly by the window. The evening breeze stirred faint ripples through his robe, while the vast Dao aura around him had long since been completely reined in, leaving him seemingly calm and unremarkable.

Yet the grasses and trees beneath the eaves bowed of their own accord, the drifting clouds beyond the roof hung motionless in the sky, and all things between Heaven and Earth lowered their heads in silent submission before him.

Light yet steady footsteps sounded at his ear. Xuanxiao did not turn around, his voice mild and tranquil. "Has the banquet ended?"

Nezha gathered his aura and strode into the hall, lowering his hands as he nodded respectfully. "Patriarch, the banquet has concluded. But why have you suddenly come to Western Qi? Could there be something in the city that has caught your eye? Just give the word, and this disciple will fetch it for you at once."

Hearing this, a hint of helplessness crossed Xuanxiao's brow, and he chuckled inwardly. He had thought that the fusion of the Spirit Pearl and Demon Orb had worn away the demonic nature in Nezha's bones. Who would have thought that his temperament had not changed in the slightest?

"You little fellow, behave yourself." Xuanxiao turned and fixed his gaze on him before speaking slowly. "I came to Western Qi this time for two reasons. First, to see how your cultivation has progressed. Second, to personally assess Western Qi's fortune and see whether this land can bear the heavenly mandate of mankind changing dynasties and overturning the realm."

As soon as those words fell, Nezha's eyes lit up. He could not conceal his excitement as he asked, "Patriarch, can Western Qi truly replace Yin Shang?"

Though Western Qi had won victory