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Regardless of the mythological version, after Nezha cut off his flesh to exchange for his father and removed his bones to return to his mother, his relationship with his father was never good. As for Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li, those who are not familiar with the story may think that the pagoda in his hand is some kind of magic weapon, but in fact, this thing was given to Heavenly King Li by the Buddha. Nezha saw this pagoda, it was as if he had seen the Buddha.

Without this tower, Heavenly King Li might literally be subjected to a beating from Nezha, with his flesh and bones ripped off.

If we trace the origins of this myth, the relationship between Nezha and Kubera becomes quite subtle. The * Sutra of the Buddha's Deeds *, written by the Indian poet Aśvaghoṣa, records the following passage. "Heavenly King Vaiśravaṇa, the Heavenly King, gave birth to Nalakūvara. All the heavenly beings were overjoyed."

And Nalakūvara is the prototype of Nezha Naṭakūvara.

This is quite strange, because in Eastern mythology and history, Bishamonten was once worshipped as a god of war during the Tang Dynasty. Then, during the Song Dynasty, someone merged Vaishravana Bishamonten Li Jing, a general from the Tang Dynasty, and the product of this fusion was Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li.

The myth has been passed down for a long time. Kubera was absorbed by Buddhism and became Bishamonten. Later, in the creation of Eastern mythology, he became Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li.

After figuring out the whole story, Bai Mo looked at Nezha with a twitching smile, a hint of helplessness and pity in his eyes. Nezha, in turn, looked on with utter disgust.

Unlike William Tell, Nezha, being a god of gods, could bear the divine status of a god, but Arjuna chose Kubera, a god.

To put it bluntly, it's like Arjuna stuffed Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li- Bearing Heavenly King, into Nezha's Spirit Origin!

This Arjuna is a genius! Even Bai Mo, who has been familiar with the legend of Nezha since childhood, couldn't have come up with such a way to torture and disgust Nezha.

To reconnect the curse of Ashwatthama had spent three thousand years redeeming himself, with Krishna's curse, and to stuff Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li, into Nezha's Spirit Origin —isn't that truly a fusion of divinity? This kind of thinking is something most people wouldn't think of.

Therefore, it's no wonder that Nezha committed suicide. A ruthless person like him, capable of self-destruction, probably couldn't tolerate the "foreign object" in his Spirit Origin for even a moment after being separated from Arjuna. So, after Bai Mo restarted it, Nezha didn't hesitate for a second.

"Thank you, outsider. Be careful, Arjuna. You have used a wide-range annihilation weapon. Target: This space. Condition: The spells of the three divine generals must be prepared. Mine is complete and cannot be removed."

Time is running out. Recommendation: Leave immediately; this is a trap.

Leaving behind this piece of advice, Nezha closed his eyes, seemingly falling into a carefree slumber.

"You bastard, you'll betray me even in death? Give me back all the expectations I had just had!" William Tell roared angrily, then used his last bit of strength to activate the power of the wind god Vayu, desperately trying to buy some time. But fate seemed not to have completely blocked the man's escape route; he sensed an aura, the third divine general who had come with him.

"Caster, lend a hand!"

Tell grasped at Caster's appearance as his only lifeline, like a drowning man desperately clinging to even the smallest seaweed. And Caster did not disappoint him; his serpentine familiar flew out and caught him.

Unexpectedly, neither Bai Mo nor Kama intervened. William Tell loaded a nock with a crossbow and, without turning his head, said to Caster behind him, "You've finally arrived. Twenty seconds left. We have to hold on no matter what."

With a muffled thud, William Tell felt a sharp pain in the back of his thigh. Turning around, he saw a syringe stuck right there, and the liquid inside had already been injected.

"Damn it, why...?"

William Tell felt weak all over, as if he had been given anesthesia during surgery—no, this was anesthesia. He struggled to maintain his last shred of consciousness, trying to get an explanation from Caster, but soon the Bai Mo in front of him acted as if he were seeing an old friend, directly stating Caster's real name.

Asclepius, what are you doing here?

"I never expected to run into you. I was thinking, Arjuna shouldn't have any enemies he couldn't handle, but it turned out to be you. It seems that no matter where you are, you're a headache for the gods, my friend."

Asclepius waved to Bai Mo, and at the same time took out a sword that looked like it was burning fiercely from behind him.

"Don't worry about the warning about Nezha. I just broke the spell."

Upon hearing Asclepius's words, William Tell's eyes rolled back, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

What kind of teammates did they assign me? One got captured upon arrival and then committed suicide before Bai Mo could even make a move; the other was a traitor from the very beginning. After all this time, was I the only one who actually did the hard work?

I'll never work for India again...

After leaving behind these regretful words, William Tell fainted.

After a while, William Tell slowly opened his eyes. The sounds he heard were somewhat muffled. His whole body was still under the effects of the anesthesia, and he couldn't even move a finger. Moreover, a sharp pain shot through his head, as if many memories were flooding back. At the same time, there was a very familiar figure.

"Son..."

"It seems you've returned to normal." Bai Mo and Asclepius sat to one side, surrounded by a barrier enveloped by lotus flowers. Kama sat beside Bai Mo, holding a blank page of the Vedas, seemingly writing something.

William Tell remembered that the man before him was his enemy.

"Just kill me if you're going to, don't waste time..."

"Even if I were to kill you, my old friend beside me would not allow it, William Tell, a legendary figure who lived in the Canton of Uri in central Switzerland in the late 13th and early 14th centuries. Although in the opera, you are a man who dares to resist the oppressors who exploit the people."

But it's probably mostly for your son's sake.

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, William Tell felt a sharp pain in his head, and soon, his original memories resurfaced.

He was summoned by Arjuna, but faced with a god who was to carry out creation and destruction and to select the good from humanity, he, as a father, resolutely refused to harm his child.

He remembered very clearly the words that the god had spoken:

"They're all... trivial matters."

And so, in this reshaping of the world, William Tell's memories of his son were also deemed unnecessary by the god and erased. If a tool is not handy, then it must be reworked, the unnecessary parts deleted, to make it handy.

"Damn it... I haven't even asked him for payment yet, and he's already taken my things..." William Tell said coldly, then his hand loosened, and the crossbow, which he hadn't lowered even when he was anesthetized, fell to the ground.