I Am King Zhou, Human Emperor!

If not for his own master stopping him, he would have already made a move, regardless of those Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao.

"There will be plenty of chances for you to act in the future. Your cultivation is still shallow now—you must train diligently!" Zi Shou said.

No matter how unmatched Nezha's talent was, he was still only a three-year-old child, with a long road of growth ahead.

Now, because of his intervention, Nezha had already set foot on a completely different path.

When Nezha finally completed his training and faced the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao in an open battle, it would surely be extremely interesting.

With Nezha's current cultivation, proving Dao and becoming an Emperor was right before his eyes, so he could not afford to slack off.

Though Nezha's talent was peerless, as his master, how could his own cultivation be lower than his disciple's?

Ever since obtaining Emperor Ye's inheritance, with the help of that drop of essence blood, he had successfully lived out his second life.

With one lifetime of transformation, both his physical body and Primordial Spirit had ascended to a higher level.

Now, he was not yet a Red Dust Immortal, nor was he an Emperor—he should instead be called a Heavenly Emperor.

It was precisely for this reason that he could rely solely on his physical strength to slay Demon Race at the Earth Immortal level.

Thus, he had already begun the transformation of his second life, which should have been an extremely lengthy process.

But because of that drop of essence blood, piercing through the heavens and spanning the river of time, one lifetime of reincarnation was but an instant.

A hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, experiencing every facet of human existence—his body and Primordial Spirit transformed through the cycles, saving him a great deal of time.

Coupled with the Great Emperor's Arena, every time he broke through, he could make up for any lack in combat power in the shortest possible time.

It was no exaggeration to say that he grew stronger every single day. Nine lifetimes of transformation seemed distant and unreachable, but he would not need much time to achieve it.

Just as Zi Shou was diligently cultivating, everything unfolded as he had predicted—the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea appeared once again.

After the battle by the North Sea, the Seventy-Two Route Lords should have had their morale shattered and, logically, needed time to recuperate.

But this time, as soon as the Seventy-Two Route Lords emerged, they began conquering cities and seizing territory, their momentum especially grand.

Strangely enough, the Seventy-Two Route Lords were not only brimming with morale but also moved with incredible speed, shifting their campaign across multiple locations in a short span of time.

Even Zhang Guifang, no matter how dull, could tell that someone was using Daoist arts to assist them, allowing the Seventy-Two Route Lords to rapidly traverse many places.

Under such circumstances, rashly dispatching troops would not only fail to stop anything but would also waste time in vain.

Yet not sending troops was also impossible—if the Seventy-Two Route Lords kept conquering cities and lands, it would likely shake the entire Great Shang.

Zhang Guifang was also a cultivator, but he could not use Daoist arts to transport a massive army. Left with no choice, he could only beg forgiveness from The King.

Hearing this news, Zi Shou was not at all surprised. This was undoubtedly the work of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao.

But this method was hardly clever—he did not believe the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao had only this much skill.

A vast Imperial might emerged, the pinnacle of the Human Dao Domain, the sublimation after reaching the extreme.

After a period of cultivation, Nezha had proven Dao and become an Emperor!

In less than a month of training, he had gone from having nothing to standing at the peak of the Human Dao Domain.

Such terrifying cultivation speed was unique across the entire world.

Of course, compared to that, a mere three-year-old Emperor was an even more astonishing feat.

If this were placed in Emperor Ye's world, seeing such a Nezha would surely make countless Emperors feel deeply ashamed.

"Once the fruits of his past life's Dao are fully digested, his cultivation speed will return to normal," Zi Shou thought to himself.

Nezha's talent was unmatched, and as the protagonist of fate, it was only natural for his cultivation speed to be a bit faster.

But being able to prove Dao and become an Emperor so quickly was largely thanks to the fruits of his past life's Dao, which meant Nezha hardly needed to cultivate at all.

It was like a powerhouse at the Immortal Emperor level—even if they reincarnated and started over from scratch, how could their cultivation speed not be fast?

That was the case with Nezha. With the fruits of his past life's Dao upon him, his cultivation speed was so exaggerated.

This situation would continue until the fruits of his past life's Dao were fully consumed, and only then would Nezha's cultivation speed return to normal.

"Master, I've finally proven Dao and become an Emperor! Can I make a move now?" Nezha said excitedly.

Ever since arriving at the North Sea, he had wanted to act, but his master said his cultivation was still shallow and wouldn't let him.

Now that he had finally become an Emperor, his master had no reason to keep him from fighting, right?

He had long wanted to be like his master—perhaps he too could tear apart Demon Race at the Earth Immortal level with his bare hands.

"Don't worry! There will be chances for you to act soon. I'll give you this Emperor's Dao Weapon to use from now on," Zi Shou said.

Standing at the peak of the Human Dao Domain, Nezha's cultivation was not yet truly profound, but it was by no means low.

He then handed the Emperor's Dao Weapon, the Wushi Bell, to Nezha. This weapon was perfectly suited for Nezha's current use.

Nezha was quite excited after receiving the Wushi Bell—this Emperor's Dao Weapon was indeed an excellent match for him.

The very techniques he cultivated were inherited from Emperor Wushi, and after proving Dao and becoming an Emperor, he naturally complemented the Wushi Bell perfectly.

Meanwhile, the rebellion of the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea had grown increasingly powerful and menacing, leaving Zhang Guifang completely unable to cope.

Today they were in the east, tomorrow they would be in the west, separated by a thousand li.

Even if Zhang Guifang had heaven-defying abilities, he could not teleport his army a thousand li in an instant, and thus could not possibly campaign against the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea.

This day, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea appeared once again, their target fixed on a city.

This was no longer the desolate shores of the North Sea, but far from it, close to the heartland of Great Shang.

Clearly, victory after victory had made the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea unsatisfied with merely ravaging the North Sea.

If they could successfully attack a city near Great Shang's interior, it would surely shake the entire realm.

Not only would this be a glorious triumph, it would also force Great Shang's main army to turn back and defend.

By then, the entire North Sea would become their playground, and perhaps they could truly break away from Great Shang and establish their own kingdom.

"After this battle, that King Zhou will likely have no choice but to return to court!" Guang Chengzi said.

At this moment, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao stood above the Nine Heavens, silently watching the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea.

To them, how many cities the Seventy-Two Route Lords attacked was utterly unimportant.

What mattered most was making that arrogant, overbearing King Zhou pay a heavy price.

After this battle, the entire Great Shang would be shaken, the lords of the realm would all rebel, and that King Zhou would surely find himself in great distress!

Then, King Zhou would have no choice but to flee back to Zhaoge in disgrace, and this Imperial Expedition would end in total defeat.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, only Wen Zhong personally stationed in the North Sea could clean up this mess.

Thus, they would both vent their anger, teach King Zhou a proper lesson, and smoothly achieve their goals.

Among the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, only Taiyi Zhenren was somewhat glum.

He knew well that no matter what happened in the North Sea, his disciple was drifting further and further from him.

A Human Sovereign capable of manifesting the fortune of humanity—even if his own master acted personally, it would likely be of little use.

In other words, there was no longer any possibility of reclaiming his disciple.

Losing a disciple for nothing, and one who was the destined protagonist of this Canonization of the Gods—how could he be in a good mood?

Still, making that King Zhou flee back to Zhaoge in disgrace, even losing all face, was at least some consolation.

Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his sight—wasn't that his disciple?

At that moment, before the army of the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, a three-year-old child suddenly appeared.

The child wore horned braids, a bright red bellyband, and a large bell atop his head. He looked adorable, yet somewhat comical.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao naturally knew this was Li Jing's Third Son, originally meant to be Taiyi Zhenren's disciple, Nezha.

What they didn't understand was why Nezha had appeared now, and what he intended to do.

If even the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were so puzzled, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were even more bewildered.

Seeing a three-year-old child appear before their army, they only burst into laughter and paid him no mind.

What could a three-year-old child do? Could he possibly stop them from conquering cities?

The next moment, under everyone's gaze, the three-year-old child, with the bell atop his head, charged straight toward the army.

He was far too fast. Before the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea could react, they were already thrown into chaos.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Bell Waves surged, sweeping across the Four Poles and Eight Wastelands. Nezha charged ahead, and none could withstand even a single exchange.

Breaking a thousand foes single-handedly, sweeping all before him—this was far too easy for Nezha now.

However, though Nezha sent the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea tumbling, he did not kill them.

Everyone was merely knocked to the ground, injured, but not a single one died.

Otherwise, with Nezha's current strength of having Proven Dao and Become Emperor, a mere gesture could instantly slay countless ordinary people.

This was because Zi Shou did not want Nezha to create too much slaughter—after all, these were all humans. If Nezha shed too much blood, karma would still cling to him.

The Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea being thrown into chaos brought a shock no less than when the Giant Serpent had first appeared.