At Zi Shou's command, he was the first to take to his heels, but very few others reacted in time.
Even Ji Fa had no idea what was happening.
He knew that the great cauldron contained the fortune of the Human Dao, and Xiqi held a tenth or two of that fortune as well, but he had never known it could be used like this.
If he could master the method, wouldn't that mean he could employ immortals while still having a way to keep them in check, rather than letting anyone with great magical power twist him around their little finger?
Then he looked at Nezha. Even Ji Fa found Nezha's arrogance and unruliness troublesome, but his tremendous strength was an indisputable fact. Leaving everything else aside, Nezha deserved the greatest credit for subduing the West Qiang.
And yet this same Nezha had been turned into a mortal without a shred of magical power?
The sight not only plunged Ji Fa into thought, but also left allies such as Chao Tian and Ao Lie gaping, their faces blank with shock.
Ao Lie, in particular, muttered to himself, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Was the Human Race's fortune really this overbearing?
He had thought its previous effect came from Yu the Great taking action. He had never expected King Zhou to be capable of it too. Didn't that mean any ruler who held a share of the Human Race's fortune could use it to suppress an immortal's cultivation?
Ao Lie couldn't help becoming much more optimistic. With this, Great Shang's chances of victory in the coming war of the Investiture of the Gods would undoubtedly rise considerably.
"Where's my magical power? Where's my magical power?"
Nezha had already fallen off his Wind-Fire Wheels, and the Fire-Tipped Spear