Bang—!
Amid a thunderous crash, the flesh ball exploded, spiritual light scattering in all directions.
A tiny infant wearing a red bellyband emerged from within the glow.
The moment he landed, he was already standing steadily. His eyes burned crimson like flames, filled with icy killing intent as he glared straight at Li Jing.
"My child, my child!"
Ignoring her weakness after childbirth, Lady Yin struggled to prop herself up from the bed. Disregarding the soreness throughout her body, she looked anxiously at the tiny figure that had just emerged from the flesh ball.
Her voice trembled uncontrollably with pain and tenderness. "Nezha, come quickly. Come to Mother."
At her call, the child named Nezha immediately withdrew the chilling killing intent directed at Li Jing. Some of the coldness faded from his crimson eyes, leaving only his dependence on his mother.
His tiny body leaped forward, landing lightly before Lady Yin. He plunged into her arms, wrapping his tender little arms tightly around her, his small face buried against her shoulder as though seeking his only refuge.
Li Jing's hand, still holding the Long Sword, froze in midair. Then it began to tremble uncontrollably, and the gleaming sword fell to the floor with a clang.
He stared blankly at the sight of mother and son embracing. At last, his taut body slackened, and he let out a long breath. His back was already soaked with cold sweat.
His heart was filled with lingering fear. In his moment of panic, he had nearly committed an irreversible mistake. Thankfully, he had not harmed the child.
If he had truly hurt him, he would never have been able to face his wife, who had carried the child for four years and suffered so much.
True Man Taiyi stepped forward and looked at the