If his master hadn't stopped him, he would have attacked long ago, regardless of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao.
"You'll have your chance to fight in the future. Your cultivation is still shallow, so you must focus on training!" Zi Shou said.
No matter how peerless Nezha's talent was, he was still only a three-year-old child. He had a long way to go before he was grown.
Now, because of Zi Shou's intervention, Nezha had already embarked on a completely different path.
Once Nezha had completed his training, a fair and open battle against the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao would surely be very interesting.
With Nezha's current cultivation, proving the Dao and becoming Emperor was already within reach. That made it all the more impossible for Zi Shou to slack off.
Nezha's talent was peerless, but as his master, how could Zi Shou's cultivation be lower than his disciple's?
Since receiving Emperor Ye's legacy, he had successfully lived a second life with the help of that drop of Essence Blood.
After one transformation, both his physical body and his primordial spirit had reached a higher level.
He wasn't a Red Dust Immortal yet, but he was no longer a Great Emperor. He should be called a Heavenly Emperor instead.
That was why he could slay a Yao Race Earth Immortal with nothing but his physical strength.
He had thus begun the transformation of his second life, which should have been an extremely long process.
But thanks to that drop of Essence Blood, which pierced through the myriad heavens and crossed the river of time, a lifetime of reincarnation had passed in an instant.
After a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, experiencing every aspect of life and transforming his body and primordial spirit through those cycles, he had saved a great deal of time.
On top of that, the Great Emperor's Arena let him make up for any shortcomings in his combat power as quickly as possible after every breakthrough.
It was no exaggeration to say that he grew stronger every day. His ninth transformation might have seemed impossibly far away, but it wouldn't take him long to reach it.
While Zi Shou was diligently cultivating, everything unfolded just as he had predicted: the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea appeared once more.
After the battle by the North Sea, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea should have been demoralized and needed time to recover.
But this time, as soon as they appeared, they began capturing cities and territory, their momentum especially formidable.
Strangely, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were not only in high spirits, but moved with astonishing speed. In a short time, they had fought in several different places.
No matter how foolish Zhang Guifang might be, he knew that someone was using Daoist arts to help the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea move between distant places in such a short time.
Sending troops rashly in this situation wouldn't stop anything. It would only waste time.
But he couldn't simply refrain from sending troops, either. If the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea kept taking cities and territory, the whole Great Shang would be shaken.
Zhang Guifang was a Cultivator himself, but he couldn't use Daoist arts to transport an army. With no other choice, he could only ask the King's forgiveness.
Zi Shou wasn't surprised to hear the news. It had to be the work of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao.
Still, this wasn't a particularly clever trick. He didn't believe the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao had no better means at their disposal.
Vast imperial might emerged—the pinnacle of the Human Dao Domain, an ascension beyond the utmost limits.
After cultivating for a while, Nezha had Proved the Dao and become Emperor!
In less than a month of cultivation, he had gone from having nothing to standing at the pinnacle of the Human Dao Domain.
Such a terrifying rate of cultivation was unmatched anywhere in the world.
Of course, even more astonishing was the fact that he was a Great Emperor at just three years old.
If they had seen Nezha in the world where Emperor Ye lived, who knew how many Great Emperors would have been left feeling ashamed?
Once he finishes absorbing the fruits of his past life, his cultivation speed will return to normal, Zi Shou thought.
Nezha had peerless talent and was the chosen protagonist of Fortune, so it was only natural for him to cultivate a little faster.
But he owed his rapid rise to Emperor to the fruits of his past life, which meant he hardly needed to cultivate at all.
It was like a powerhouse at the Immortal Emperor level reincarnating and starting over from scratch. How could his cultivation speed not be fast?
That was exactly how it was for Nezha. The fruits of his past life were what made his cultivation speed so astonishing.
This would continue until he had exhausted the fruits of his past life. Only then would his cultivation speed return to normal.
"Master, I've finally Proved the Dao and become Emperor! Can I fight now?" Nezha asked excitedly.
Ever since arriving at the North Sea, he had wanted to fight, but his master had said his cultivation was too shallow and refused to let him.
Now that he had finally Proved the Dao and become Emperor, surely his master had no reason to keep refusing.
He had long wanted to be like his master and, perhaps, slay an Earth Immortal-level Yao Race member with his bare hands.
"Don't worry! You'll have your chance to fight soon. From now on, you can use this Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon!" Zi Shou said.
Nezha stood at the pinnacle of the Human Dao Domain. His cultivation still wasn't truly accomplished, but it was certainly far from weak.
Zi Shou handed him the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, Wushi Bell. It was just the right weapon for Nezha at this point.
Nezha was thrilled to receive Wushi Bell. The Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon truly suited him perfectly.
He had been cultivating the legacy of Emperor Wushi, so after proving the Dao and becoming Emperor, he was naturally in perfect harmony with Wushi Bell.
Meanwhile, the rebellion of the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea had grown more and more formidable, leaving Zhang Guifang unable to respond.
They were in the east one day and had raced to the west by the next, with a thousand miles between the two places.
No matter how capable Zhang Guifang was, he couldn't make his army travel a thousand miles in an instant. Naturally, he had no way to suppress the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea.
On this day, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea appeared once again, this time targeting a city.
This was no longer the desolate coast of the North Sea. They had traveled far from the sea and were approaching the heartland of Great Shang.
Clearly, their successive victories had left the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea unsatisfied with merely wreaking havoc around the North Sea.
Attacking a city near the heartland of Great Shang would surely shake the entire kingdom if they succeeded.
It would not only be a glorious victory, but would also force Great Shang's army to return and defend its territory.
By then, the entire North Sea would become their playground. Perhaps they could truly break away from Great Shang and establish a kingdom of their own.
"After this battle, King Zhou will probably have no choice but to return to the capital," Guang Chengzi said.
The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao stood high in the Nine Heavens, silently watching the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea.
To them, it didn't really matter how many cities the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea captured.
What mattered most was making that arrogant, overbearing King Zhou, who thought himself above everyone else, pay a terrible price.
After this battle, the whole of Great Shang would be shaken and all the lords under Heaven would rebel. King Zhou would surely be in a terrible position!
By then, King Zhou would have no choice but to return to Zhaoge in disgrace, and his Imperial Expedition would end in total failure.
If nothing unexpected happened, only Wen Zhong, personally stationed at the North Sea, would be able to clean up the mess in Great Shang.
That way, they could vent their anger and teach King Zhou a harsh lesson while also achieving their goal.
Among the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, only Taiyi Zhenren seemed somewhat downcast.
He knew full well that no matter what happened at the North Sea, his disciple had already drifted farther and farther away from him.
Even if his master personally intervened, it would probably do little against a Human Sovereign who could manifest the Fortune of the Human Race.
In other words, there was no longer any possibility of reclaiming his disciple.
He had lost a disciple for no reason—one who was also the chosen protagonist of Fortune for this Canonization of the Gods. How could he possibly be in a good mood?
Still, if King Zhou had to return to Zhaoge in disgrace, perhaps even losing face completely, that would at least let him vent some of his anger.
As he was thinking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his sight. Wasn't that his disciple?
At that moment, a three-year-old child appeared in front of the army of the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea.
The child wore his hair in two little buns and a bright red bib, with a large bell balanced on his head. He looked adorable, yet somehow ridiculous.
The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao naturally knew this was Li Jing's third son, Nezha—the disciple who should originally have belonged to Taiyi Zhenren.
What they couldn't understand was why Nezha had appeared there now, or what he intended to do.
If even the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were baffled, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were even more so.
Seeing a three-year-old child appear before their army, they burst into laughter and didn't take him seriously at all.
What could a three-year-old child do? Did he think he could stop them from capturing cities and territory?
The next moment, under everyone's gaze, the three-year-old child charged straight toward the army, the large bell still balanced on his head.
He was so fast that the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea hadn't even had time to react before they were sent tumbling in every direction.
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
Bell Waves swept across the Four Poles and Eight Wastelands. Nezha charged at the forefront, with no one able to withstand a single blow from him.
Riding alone into a thousand, sweeping all before him—this was far too easy for Nezha now.
However, although Nezha sent the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea tumbling, he didn't kill them.
They were all merely knocked to the ground. Though injured, not a single one had died.
Otherwise, with Nezha's current power as a newly ascended Great Emperor, he could have killed countless ordinary people with the simplest gesture.
Zi Shou didn't want Nezha to incur too much slaughter. After all, they were all members of the Human Race, and if Nezha killed too many of them, he would still be burdened by Karmic Burden.
The Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea being sent tumbling everywhere was no less shocking than the appearance of the Giant Serpent had been.
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