I Am King Zhou, Human Emperor!

Nezha was his son by blood, and this time, charging the enemy lines alone, he routed the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea and even slew the Earth Immortal Evil Jiaolong in battle.

Afterward, he led his army to completely crush the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, and the rebellion in the North Sea was considered pacified.

Perhaps this father-and-son joint effort to shatter the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea would surely be passed down as a celebrated tale.

Wasn't this a great merit! Based on his understanding of The King over this period, The King would absolutely not be stingy with rewards.

Although he had once cultivated the Dao under a strange immortal, his talent was limited, and he could hardly achieve much on the path of cultivation.

His master had once said that he could only seek a worldly fortune, and now, it seemed, that was indeed the case.

As long as he closely followed The King's footsteps, seeking a human glory, or even rising to the highest ranks of officialdom, was by no means a fantasy.

"Excellent! My beloved minister has rendered great merit this time. After returning to court, rewards will be given all at once!" Zi Shou said.

Li Jing had originally been deeply connected to Chanjiao, but after this battle, that connection was completely severed.

As long as Li Jing harbored no second thoughts, not to mention worldly riches and honors, even attaining the Dao and becoming an immortal would be no difficulty.

After this battle, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were no longer a threat, and the remaining matters no longer required Zi Shou's personal attention.

Zhang Guifang would naturally command the army to sweep away the remnants of the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, which was no difficult task.

Logically speaking, at this point, the North Sea rebellion had been pacified, and he should have withdrawn his troops and returned to court.

But for several days in a row, he kept his forces stationary, showing no intention whatsoever of returning to court.

Many thought he was waiting until the North Sea was completely stabilized before marching back, which would undoubtedly be much safer.

But these people did not know that he had no intention of returning to court at all; instead, he was waiting for the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao to make their next move.

Although the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea had collapsed, given the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao's style of conduct, how could they possibly let the matter rest?

Moreover, there were always some hidden dangers in the North Sea region. Since he had come, he naturally intended to eliminate them completely.

"Finally won a match, it wasn't easy!"

In the Hall of Heroes of the Human Emperors, Zi Shou walked out of the Great Emperor's Arena, his face full of excitement.

Ever since the Great Emperor's Arena appeared, he entered it every day to fight to the death against the Human Emperors.

However, for a long time, although his progress was evident, he had never won a single match.

It wasn't that he didn't want to win, but those Human Emperors were too monstrous, their strength reaching the peak of each realm.

They were Human Emperors renowned through the ages; there was no need to question their power. For him to win was naturally very, very difficult.

But today, after challenging a Human Emperor in the Great Emperor's Arena once more, he finally won a match.

This time, he faced the Yin-Yang Saint Emperor, and moreover, the Yin-Yang Saint Emperor who had lived out a second life.

This ancient emperor, who had created the Yin-Yang True Scripture, had nearly transformed to the level of becoming an immortal, his strength extremely terrifying.

But after so many bloody battles in the Great Emperor's Arena, his own strength had also climbed to its peak, achieving a qualitative breakthrough in this fight.

He merged ten thousand Daos into one body, absorbed a hundred scriptures into one whole, and using the method of nurturing a hundred scriptures in one furnace, successfully transformed and created his own Dharma.

He had once cultivated Emperor Wushi's Wushi Scripture and had also inherited Emperor Ye's method of Red Dust Immortal transformation.

But these were all things of others; he could use them, even comprehend them thoroughly, but they did not belong to him.

Only by creating his own Dao on the foundation of his predecessors and transforming his own Dharma could he take another step forward.

For example, the Nine Secrets—each one was powerful, and combining all nine was a peerless divine ability no less than an immortal technique.

But the Nine Secrets were ultimately created by predecessors; no matter how later generations cultivated, they could never reach the predecessors' level.

Thus, the Fierce Emperor created new secret arts based on the Nine Secrets, and Emperor Ye and Emperor Wushi did the same.

He, too, had been walking the path of creating his own Dharma, and in his battle with the Yin-Yang Saint Emperor, he finally achieved a qualitative breakthrough.

This step was extremely critical. In the past, he had merely been imitating his predecessors, which was why he only lost and never won in the Great Emperor's Arena.

But after taking this crucial step, even facing Emperor Wushi and Emperor Ye head-on, he had the confidence to fight.

However, he was well aware that his own Dharma and his own Dao had not truly taken shape yet; they were only in their infancy.

Because his ambition was vast—whether it was proving the Dao and becoming an Emperor or becoming a Red Dust Immortal, for him, these were merely the beginning.

Not to mention an Immortal King, even an Immortal Emperor might not be able to match the Sages of the Investiture of the Gods World.

And if he wanted to change his own fate and the fate of the human race, without power equal to the Sages, success would be absolutely impossible.

As for his Dao and his Dharma, like Emperor Ye's in the past, they embraced ten thousand Dharmas into one body; the more Dharmas he cultivated, the stronger he became.

As for what kind of Dharma and what kind of Dao would ultimately emerge, there was actually no need to care.

Everything would follow its natural course. Once he was truly complete, his Dao and his Dharma would naturally become supreme and invincible.

Just as Zi Shou was quietly cultivating, the once-calm North Sea suddenly stirred with towering waves.

One massive figure after another appeared between heaven and earth, striding across the waves from the depths of the North Sea.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Soon, amid earth-shaking roars, countless members of the Demon Race came ashore from the North Sea.

"What exactly is the origin of that mysterious expert beside King Zhou, that he could hide from us?" Jù Liúsūn said in a deep voice.

Using Daoist magic to transport the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, aiming for a surprise attack, they had naturally made thorough preparations.

After all, if they could think of such a method, King Zhou could not have failed to anticipate it; in the end, it would come down to whose tactics were more brilliant.

Precisely because of this, while they deployed the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, they also kept a close watch on King Zhou.

Not the slightest stir could escape their eyes, and thus, everything would be foolproof.

But what they never expected was that, under their vigilant surveillance, Nezha and Li Jing's army would suddenly appear.

From start to finish, they had no idea how these people had arrived, leading to such a crushing defeat.

After all, they were the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, with profound cultivation; to deceive their eyes was no feat for an ordinary person.

"Talking about this now is useless. After this battle, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea are nearly wiped out!

What matters most now is how to deal with King Zhou. Are we really going to let him return to court in triumph?" Taiyi Zhenren said.

With the fall of the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, the rebellion in the North Sea had been quelled. For King Zhou, this was undoubtedly a great victory.

Though they wished for King Zhou to return to court, it was certainly not like this—riding the momentum of a grand triumph.

"I've already made arrangements. The Demon Race of the North Sea should have arrived by now. King Zhou won't be leaving anytime soon!" Guang Chengzi said.

He naturally could not allow King Zhou to return to court with the glory of pacifying the North Sea rebellion.

Not only would this disrupt all their plans for Chanjiao, but the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao could not afford such a loss of face.

The North Sea must remain in chaos, and King Zhou must return in disgrace—only then could the fire of their anger be somewhat quelled.

"The Demon Race of the North Sea? Do they dare to strike at the human race?" Jù Liúsūn said hesitantly.

This was no longer the ancient era; a large-scale attack on humanity was a grave matter.

Before the blazing sun of the Human Path Luck, if the North Sea Demon Race made a move, their extinction would likely be near.

Even if the North Sea Demon Race had a favor to ask of Chanjiao, would they agree to such a suicidal course of action?

"What do demons know of luck? They are merely remnants of the Demon Race. Even if karmic sin clings to them, what does that have to do with us?

Besides, as long as the North Sea falls into chaos, making humans slaughter each other is hardly difficult!" Guang Chengzi said coldly.

The other Chanjiao Golden Immortals said no more. If they were to return to Yu Xu Palace like this, they would naturally be unwilling.

After all, if this matter spread, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao would immediately lose all face, and Chanjiao itself would become a laughingstock.

They had to reclaim their honor! And near the North Sea, the only remaining possibility was the North Sea Demon Race.

"Report! Demons have appeared in the North Sea!"

The news quickly reached Zi Shou's ears. He was not particularly surprised by this.

If Chanjiao knew that only the Demon Race remained near the North Sea, how could he not know?

He was still the Human Sovereign, and the time for the Canonization of the Gods had not yet come. Chanjiao could not act directly; they could only hide behind the scenes.

Once the North Sea Demon Race stirred, there was no need for them to conquer cities or seize territory—their mere appearance would ensure the North Sea could not remain stable.

Still, he was somewhat curious. Did the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao truly believe that the North Sea Demon Race could turn the tide?

In other words, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao must have known of Kong Xuan's existence, yet they still underestimated him.

"Order the entire army to march toward the North Sea coast!" Zi Shou said.

Since those demon remnants in the North Sea had come, as the Human Sovereign, he naturally had to go and see for himself.

Since ancient times, humans and demons had been irreconcilable; the hatred between the two races had long been etched into their blood.

Humans slaying demons, demons devouring humans—such incidents had played out countless times.

The army marched. Before they even reached the North Sea coast, they could see demonic aura soaring to the heavens, with terrifying presences emerging.

One towering figure after another stood within the North Sea, and many more massive forms were rushing in from the depths.