Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique

Xiao Wu skipped over to grab Nezha's hand.

But Nezha shook his head.

"Xiao Wu, you go ahead. I still need to study my Martial Soul."

He was about to obtain his first Soul Ring. He couldn't let Ah Rou do all the work alone.

Though Xiao Wu was a little disappointed, she didn't press him. She grabbed Da Ming and Er Ming and ran off.

Only after Xiao Wu left did Nezha have the chance to investigate what the light within his Martial Soul actually was.

He turned and returned to his room, shut the wooden door, and sat cross-legged on the fur-covered bed.

The treehouse fell quiet, leaving only the occasional birdsong outside the window and the distant rustle of wind through the leaves.

Nezha took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and released his Martial Soul once more.

Buzz—

The phantom of the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Body appeared behind him.

The central face was solemn, the left compassionate, and the right wrathful. Three faces bore three expressions, while six crimson-gold arms each loosely gripped the outline of a weapon.

The Red Armillary Sash coiled like a dragon, and the Wind Fire Wheels blazed with fierce flames.

Majestic.

Utterly domineering.

Even though he'd seen it once already, Nezha was still stunned by the sheer presence of his Martial Soul.

It was so cool.

If this had been his previous life, he could've stood around at a convention for a while and definitely won an award for best costume.

But this wasn't the time to admire himself.

Nezha calmed his mind and sank his awareness deep into his Martial Soul.

That point of light was still there.

It was hidden in the deepest part of the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Body, like a seed wrapped in layers of seals, giving off a faint yet tenacious glow.

"What exactly is this...?"

Nezha tried to touch the point of light with his consciousness.

Nezha tried to touch the point of light with his consciousness.

Once. No response.

Twice. Still no response.

Nezha frowned, his expression turning thoughtful.

He took a deep breath and simply stopped trying to touch it with his consciousness. Instead, he gathered all his spiritual power, forming an invisible hand that tried to pull the light toward himself.

This method actually worked.

Guided by Nezha's consciousness, the point of light began to move slowly.

At first, it shifted by only an imperceptible amount. But soon, as if it had been activated, it began moving toward Nezha's consciousness on its own.

Closer.

Closer.

In Nezha's perception, the point of light continued to expand. What had begun as a sesame-seed-sized glimmer became a fist-sized ball of light, then a millstone-sized wheel of radiance, and finally—

It transformed into a streak of light and shot straight into Nezha's mind.

Boom—

A vast torrent of information instantly flooded into Nezha's mind.

Countless words, images, incantations, and circulation routes surged and intertwined within his consciousness, overwhelming him from all directions.

Nezha clenched his teeth, enduring the pain of his head nearly splitting apart as he desperately absorbed the information.

Fortunately, the impact came fast and went fast.

After only a few breaths, the pain faded, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.

Nezha was drenched in cold sweat and gasping for air, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

His hands trembled.

Not from pain.

But from excitement.

"This is..."

Even Nezha's voice was shaking.

"Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique!!!"

He nearly sprang off the bed.

The Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique!

The most supreme cultivation art in the Primordial World, without equal!

Created by the great Pangu, it was the core technique passed down through the Witch Clan for ages. It broke all laws with force, drew strength from chaos, and transcended the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

It followed the path of tempering the body to the extreme and attaining sainthood through strength.

What Dao arts? What divine abilities? Before absolute power, they were all nothing but illusions.

The Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique that later shook the Three Realms was merely a simplified version created by Yuanshi Tianzun based on the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique.

Yang Jian had been able to become a god and saint with just a simplified version, yet he, Nezha—

Had actually obtained the original!

Well, it couldn't exactly be called the complete original.

Nezha carefully sorted through the information in his mind and discovered that this Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique seemed to have been optimized specifically for him.

The technique originally exclusive to the Witch Clan had been altered into a version suited to his Three Heads and Six Arms physique and Martial Soul cultivation.

But that was enough.

More than enough.

Where was Nezha now?

Douluo Continent!

A complete bottom-tier fantasy world!

A world where concealed weapons could kill gods!

Even if this Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique had been optimized until only its cover remained, it would still be an overwhelming, dimension-crushing existence on Douluo Continent.

Nezha was so excited that all three of his heads popped out.

He took several deep breaths before barely managing to retract the other two heads.

Before this, Nezha had still held the slightest concern over whether he could become a god.

But now—

God King?

A God King was nothing.

His goal was the stars and the sea!

Nezha instinctively wanted to sit cross-legged and try cultivating according to the circulation route of the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique.

But the moment he closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them again.

"No."

Nezha patted his cheeks.

"Aunt Rou is still helping me choose my first Soul Ring. How can I just stay here and cultivate like it's only natural?"

He couldn't just let Ah Rou busy herself alone without a care.

Nezha put away his Martial Soul, stood up, and pushed open the door.

Ah Rou's room was on the other side of the treehouse.

The treehouse had a simple layout. A single corridor connected four rooms: Ah Rou's, Xiao Wu's, Nezha's, and a storage room.

The walls were woven from vines and wooden planks. Though crude, they felt warm and homey everywhere.

Nezha walked to Ah Rou's door. It was slightly ajar.

He knocked.

"Aunt Rou?"

"Come in."

Nezha pushed the door open and saw Ah Rou sitting before a simple wooden table, several books spread out in front of her.

Some of the books were thick and some thin. Most had yellowed, curled covers, clearly having been read many times.

Though Ah Rou was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had undergone Transformation, she understood the importance of knowledge.

After taking human form, she had developed a habit of reading. Every so often, she would visit the human towns near Star Dou Forest and buy a few books to bring back.

From beginner literacy textbooks to general histories of the continent, then Soul Beast compendiums and Soul Master cultivation guides...

Ah Rou's collection couldn't compare to that of some noble academy, but for a treehouse like this, it was already quite substantial.

Especially after finding Nezha, Ah Rou felt the burden on her shoulders grow heavier.

To raise and educate Nezha better, she had once carried dozens of books back from a town bookstore in one trip.

From parenting advice to basic Soul Master theory, from Douluo Continent Geography to all sorts of folk legends, she accepted anything and everything.

At that moment, Ah Rou was flipping through a thick copy of the Low-Rank Soul Beast Compendium, while a copy of the Soul Master's First Spirit Ring Selection Guide lay open beside her.

As she read, she made notes on a sheet of rough paper with a charcoal pencil, her expression focused and serious.

Sunlight slanted in through the window, falling across her profile and outlining a gentle silhouette.