Nezha wore neither the Hunyuan Silk nor the Heaven and Earth Ring. He merely held the Fire-Tipped Spear and stood at the entrance to Joyful Bodhisattva's cave dwelling, his face dark. Shadowy flames seemed to surge in his eyes, burning fiercely with hatred and impulse, yet concealing an inescapable hesitation and inner struggle.
Seeing who it was, Bull Devil King quietly let out half a breath of relief. In his deep, rumbling voice, he said:
"I know you and Taiyi Zhenren were close, but you can't blame me for his death. His cultivation had stalled, and he couldn't break through. He'd already tried every life-prolonging pill, so when his allotted years ran out, he passed away in meditation. Even without that grievous injury, nothing could have changed that. At most, he might have lived another hundred years or so."
"Look at your Sect Master, Su Tianzun. He didn't try to bring him back either, did he?"
At least it was this matter. If Joyful Bodhisattva had handed him over to the Heavenly Emperor directly, the consequences would have been unimaginable. He might not even have had a chance to be revived by the Demon Emperor!
Nezha's eyes held a tangle of emotions, and a whirlpool seemed to churn in his heart. Yet, with difficulty but determination, he took a step forward and entered the cave dwelling, as if following some instinct.
Seeing this, most of Bull Devil King's earlier optimism vanished. His expression grew grave, and a trace of fear crept in.
"Nezha, think this through. Even if the Heavenly Emperor is currently concealing the changes, he can't keep them hidden from the Demon Emperor and Su Tianzun forever. So what if you succeed? They'll simply reverse time and bring me back to life. What you've done will be utterly