The First Soul of the Investiture of the Gods!

What was Ao Bing up to?

Inside the gate tunnel of the city wall, Li Changshou held a purple clay teapot, his brows slightly furrowed.

The armored soldier fanning him from behind immediately increased the range of his movements to the maximum, sending Li Changshou's long hair flying in disarray.

Through his immortal perception, Li Changshou saw Ao Bing leading seven or eight Dragon Clan guards to set up an array in the shallow waters, where they were secretly plotting something...

Something was wrong.

The Heavenly Dao's script had suddenly become somewhat wrong.

Had he interfered too much in the matter of Nezha? According to the Heavenly Dao's script, Nezha should not have killed Ao Bing this early.

Li Changshou reviewed his entire arrangement around Chentang Pass and quickly reached a conclusion—

Someone was interfering with his layout.

Long ago, Li Changshou had designated the conflict between Nezha and the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace as a key event for probing the limits of how the Heavenly Dao drew its script back into line.

Now, although the situation had changed to a certain extent, the underlying tone remained the same. There was merely an added contest against the Heavenly Dao.

From this, he inferred that Ao Bing's current actions were very likely being driven by Great Cataclysm Karma.

Li Changshou pondered for a moment. With a flick of his fingers, Paper Daoists deep beneath the earth of Chentang Pass used Earth Evasion and surged mightily toward the Eastern Sea.

He had to play it safe. At the very least, Nezha's safety had to be ensured. That was the bottom line.

In truth, Li Changshou had long considered that if the Heavenly Dao possessed the power to draw its script back into line, then it also possessed the power to tear up