Only then did Nezha notice that, for all its apparent calm, Chentang Pass was tense and subdued. His heart tightened, and he turned to Yin Shiniang.
"Mother, is Chentang Pass... all right?"
Yin Shiniang looked at her son and finally told him everything that had happened since he took his own life.
The more Nezha heard, the graver his expression became. A crushing weight settled over his heart.
He had never imagined that the disaster he had caused in a moment of recklessness would leave his mother bearing such immense pressure alone.
The Human Race was already weak, watched on all sides by the Ten Thousand Clans. The East Sea Dragon Clan had once lived in relative peace with humanity, but because of him, they had become enemies with weapons drawn.
With the other clans adding pressure without end, Chentang Pass would sooner or later buckle and fall.
At the thought, Nezha tightened his grip on the Fire-Tipped Spear.
"Do not worry!"
Seeing this, Empress Nuwa gently raised a hand. A warm, soothing thread of Power of Creation descended, holding down Nezha's surging aura and instantly easing the agitation and violent qi in his heart.
Her gaze was calm, but her quiet voice carried absolute certainty.
"I will settle the grievances with the Dragon Clan. You and your mother need not worry about them any longer."
As she spoke, the holy radiance around her rippled faintly. A saint's pressure spread through the air, yet did not harm a single human.
It carried the assurance that she could set everything right. Nezha's turbulent emotions settled at once, and even Yin Shiniang felt much of the weight lift from her heart.
Since ancient times, the Dragon Clan had been revered as the Human Race's totem. The two races had forged deep ties