The more Nezha listened, the more alarmed he became, his expression gradually turning solemn.
When he heard that the Investiture of the Gods could bind immortals and gods and control one's fate, he instinctively took half a step back, his eyes filled with resistance:
"The Investiture of the Gods is so overbearing. Nezha absolutely refuses to have his name entered upon it and suffer such restraints!
I only wish to roam freely between Heaven and Earth, remain by my parents' side, and live peacefully."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Nuwa with blazing eyes, his tone carrying a trace of urgency and unease:
"Niang Niang, I... can I avoid being entered upon the list?"
Nuwa lightly flicked her jade-like finger, and an almost imperceptible glimmer of spiritual light gently struck Nezha between the brows.
"Ugh!"
Nezha felt his forehead go numb, the pain making him clutch his head instinctively as he bared his teeth.
Nuwa smiled faintly, her voice carrying unquestionable authority. "Silly child, the Investiture of the Gods is a tremendous opportunity.
Do you know that if your physical body is entered upon the list, not only will you be free from the restraints of the Heaven and Earth Laws, but you will also gain a supreme opportunity to attain the Dao and become a Saint!
With such heaven-reaching fortune before you, do you truly not wish to attain the Dao and become a Saint, becoming a mighty figure of Heaven and Earth like me?"
"Become a Saint?!"
Nezha's pupils suddenly contracted. Shock first filled his eyes, only to be completely swallowed by wild delight.
Since childhood, he had heard of the Saints' great renown. He knew they were supreme beings who transcended Myriad Laws and held sway over the Heavenly Dao. He had never imagined that