Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 343 The Real Nezha (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

With a bang, Wu Xian withdrew his fist, staring at the black dot that disappeared into the distant horizon, a disdainful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Tch! You're so pathetic, yet you dare to yell at me and threaten to kill me? Do you really think you're something special?"

Having said that, he raised the severed arm of the Linglong Pagoda that he was gripping tightly, and a ball of flame spewed from his mouth, burning the arm to ashes, leaving only the shimmering golden Linglong Pagoda.

Wu Xian glanced at the pagoda a few times, and couldn't help but recall the various speculations and rumors about the relationship between Li Jing and Nezha on the internet before he transmigrated. Combined with the various abnormal behaviors of Nezha in this world, he suddenly thought of a certain possibility.

Turning his head, Wu Xian glanced at Nezha, who was battling his own hair clone, and the celestial beings of Heaven. After pondering for 0.3 seconds, he sent a wisp of his primordial spirit into the core of the Exquisite Pagoda, trying to find the mark left by Li Jing inside, erase it, and then make the pagoda take his own shape.

Suddenly, a booming sound reached Wu Xian's ears, and a grand and lofty chanting of Buddhist hymns slowly rose up, carrying a unique feeling of freedom and tranquility, bringing peace and solace to the soul. It seemed to want to directly purify Wu Xian's soul, making him free from desires.

However, Wu Xian, who had experience with overcoming inner demons, completely ignored these chants and focused on searching for Li Jing's mark in the tower.

A moment later, the noisy chanting stopped abruptly, and a majestic golden Buddha phantom appeared out of thin air in the core of the pagoda.

"Namo Amitabha……"

The golden Buddha clasped his hands together, chanting the Buddha's name. An ancient lamp appeared before him, radiating boundless crystalline light that reached heaven and earth. The light was immeasurable, and so was his body.

Amidst endless Buddha light, the Buddha holds an ancient glass lamp in his palm, as if the entire world is contained within it.

Wu Xian looked surprised and turned his gaze to the ancient lamp. The golden flames flickered and penetrated the appearance of the three thousand worlds to the root. Soon he saw a red-haired boy with three heads and six arms, with a fierce appearance, like a demon, imprisoned in heavy and thick chains.

"So that's how it is. This is the real Nezha."

Wu Xian muttered to himself, and in an instant he understood why Nezha gave him the impression of being soulless, like a mechanical puppet. It turned out that this was not an illusion, but rather that a part of his soul had really been lost, separated by a great supernatural being, and suppressed inside this exquisite pagoda.

Buddhist temples, ancient lamps... Could it be the Burning Lamp Taoist from the Investiture of the Gods, who was Li Jing's second master and is now a symbol of the ancient Burning Lamp Buddha?

It's unclear when this part of Nezha's soul was sealed. Was it when Li Jing first suppressed him, making Nezha recognize the tower as his father, or was it something that happened after the Journey to the West ended that led Li Jing to choose to suppress Nezha's soul, turning him into a puppet who only knows how to obey orders...

Thinking this, Wu Xian suddenly felt a powerful pressure coming towards him, only to see that the Buddha, whose hands were clasped together, had at some point opened his palms and was slowly pushing them towards him.

The boundless Buddha's palm pressed down, sweeping across the land, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to cave in, crushing the void with overwhelming force, and pressing down as if it wanted to emulate the Buddha of old and suppress him under this palm.

"Unfortunately, you are not Buddha, and I am not Sun Wukong."

Wu Xian sneered, took a step forward, shattering thousands of glazed lights. A powerful will erupted from this wisp of primordial spirit, stopping the Buddha's palm that was about to suppress him.

The fist tilts.

The sun and moon wailed, and heaven and earth were overturned.
In an instant, golden light surged, enveloping the void within the tower as if washing the ground, creating countless ripples. Cracks also appeared on the surface of the Buddha's palm, spreading rapidly upwards, giving the illusory Buddha figure no time to react.

With a snap, the golden Buddha's arm was severed at the elbow, and the golden body peeled away its gilding, disintegrating in the blink of an eye and turning into wisps of smoke, leaving only the ancient lamp, teetering on the verge of collapse. This time, Wu Xian did not hesitate for a moment. He reached out and grabbed the ancient lamp, his powerful will destroying the restrictions within it and refining it in an instant.

……

Meanwhile, just as Wu Xian was invading the Linglong Pagoda, Nezha, who was struggling to resist Wu Xian's powerful attack below, suddenly trembled. His indifferent and cold eyes gradually began to flash with light. Before he knew it, he was struck in the chest by the Flying Dragon Staff and flew away like a kite with a broken string.

The immortals and gods were horrified at the sight and hurriedly activated their magical treasures to help the Third Prince.

But just then, a whooshing sound came from the sky, and a familiar white halo descended from the heavens, unleashing a terrifying suction force that, before the gods could react, absorbed all the weapons and magical treasures in their hands.

"That's... Laozi's Vajra Bracelet!!"

Among the Nine Luminaries, the Fire Star Lord and the Water Star Lord looked grim. Back when Sun Wukong was on his journey to the West, he encountered Laozi's mount, the Green Ox, who descended to earth. It was this magical treasure that he used to take away their respective magical weapons, causing them to flee in defeat. This incident remains vivid in my memory to this day.

But soon, doubts arose in their minds. The Vajra Bracelet was Laozi's treasure. If he had made a move, why didn't he target the Chosen Ones instead of taking away their magic weapon? Was he blind and had attacked the wrong person?

Looking up at the clouds, the immortals and gods were stunned. The chosen one, who should have been fighting them, was now standing proudly in the void, holding Li Tianwang's exquisite pagoda in his hand, looking like he was watching a good show.

What's going on? Where is the chosen one? And who was it that fought with them for so long?
He subconsciously looked towards the center of the encirclement.

As expected, their chosen one had already retracted the extra four arms and weapons, grinned at the crowd, and then with a bang, his body exploded into a ball of golden light, leaving only a single hair floating in mid-air. It then transformed into a stream of light and flew back to his original body in the sky, leaving a group of bewildered immortals standing there in a daze.

So all they've been fighting so far has been nothing more than fighting a hair, and they haven't even managed to win yet. What an utter disgrace!
"Hahaha—a bunch of idiots, now you've seen how amazing my nephew is."

A loud laugh rang out from afar. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black and red hurricane sweeping in and landing beside Wu Xian. It was none other than Zhu Bajie, who had been ignored by everyone.

"Good nephew, you have great skills."

Pigsy looked Wu Xian up and down, then clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "It seems I underestimated you. With this kind of ability, even your ancestor wouldn't be a match for you. I was just worrying unnecessarily and almost made a fool of myself... Hehe! Nephew, if you ever become successful, don't forget to help your uncle out."

"That is required."

Wu Xian's lips curled up, then he looked at Zhu Bajie and asked, "Uncle-Master, have you gotten those things?"

"Of course, with me personally taking charge, how could it not succeed?"

Pigsy chuckled, then took out the purple-gold gourd from his pocket. He pulled out the stopper, and instantly several golden rays flew out and landed on Wu Xian.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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