The two figures in black and white seemingly knew nothing about science. At such moments, the more compressed the power burst, the stronger it would be. Their pathetic cultivation couldn't keep up with the fusion's speed after a round of output. Blinding sunlight broke through the clouds, transforming into a terrifying solar storm that spread mercilessly in all directions, dissolving everything in its searing light. At this moment, Nezha had already hidden in the interlayer of space.
These two were merely twisted creations wielding the names of Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Sect Master, possessing not a fraction of the power and wisdom of the two Saints.
Nezha fully activated his Heavenly Vision, curious to see what these two truly were once their disguises were shed.
As the sunlight faded, it became obvious that the world couldn't withstand the terrifying turmoil created by the three combined. The entire world became like burnt paper, with spatial holes formed from scorching everywhere. Through these charred holes, Nezha caught a glimpse of the true culprit behind the scene.
It was a brain-like structure, magnified many times over, glowing with a faint red light. Its deep furrows crisscrossed, floating outside the world, somewhat resembling a jellyfish with a bouncy appearance.
As Nezha observed it, the entity was clearly not idle either. Nezha sensed an immense terror fixing its gaze on him, with countless spatial holes around, each carrying a distinct eye that appraised him without restraint.
Pulling his focus back, he looked at the blackened remnants of Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Sect Master. They were simply extensions of a demon god's tentacles in this world, and even after that terrifying blow, they hadn't disappeared.
Nezha took out the Destroying Immortal Sword and struck twice at the two black forms. Yet, as the Sword Qi hit the writhing black mass, it sliced through empty air, as though they and Nezha were not even on the same plane of existence.
His expression turned grave—something was extraordinarily wrong!
This world was nearly on the brink of collapse. He reached for the Investiture of the Gods, confirming the last strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi was still within, but Nezha couldn't extract or absorb it.
As Nezha pondered, he felt something spreading around him. Despite deploying his Divine Sense repeatedly, nothing was found, until he sensed something slippery caressing his brain. Although nothing was visibly touching his head, his body relayed such a sensation.
The feeling sent chills down his spine.
Soon, his Divine Soul seemed to be released from some restraint, as his thought process accelerated rapidly. Many issues that were previously too perplexing came to swift resolutions under this terrifying thought acceleration. The faster Nezha thought, the more excited his body became, a state akin to approaching omniscient cultivation in a frenzied growth.
His physical form, under the rapid operation of his Divine Soul, began to show strain, turning crimson, emitting white steam, and stinging severely. Blinding red light burst from his eyes, and all the protective magical treasures within his Divine Soul exploded in succession, rendering them useless.
In a daze, Nezha saw the broken world around him begin to transform. The scorched spaces were healing naturally, and the chaotic Chaoge that Nezha had shattered was restoring to a form he was familiar with.
The writhing black masses ahead subtly morphed into the recognizable figures of Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Sect Master. Yet, with a mere moment of distraction, everything seemed as if it had never changed. The black masses remained as they were, the ruins stayed ruins. As realities shifted back and forth, Nezha found himself unable to discern which was truly real.
Nezha already knew something was wrong with his body. Quickly, he reined in his infinitely dispersing thoughts, focusing on a single question: Who are you?
His brain now resembled an AI reaching a pinnacle state, the terrifying speed of thought combined with computational power quickly derived an answer aligning with Nezha's understanding.
Thought Demon God, also known as Longevity Heaven or Thought Demon, with current manifestations of Thought Acceleration, Thought Extraction, Cognitive Tampering, and Thought Manifestation.
Nezha could no longer worry about how the supposed Quasi Demon Gods turned into such formidable entities. Clearly, the current situation suggested this entity shirked off Nanji Immortal, intending to use Nezha's thoughts as a blueprint to reconstruct a new Sealing God World. In doing so, Nezha's thoughts would deplete, leading directly to his collapse, leaving behind merely a living body, indistinguishable from death. Follow current novᴇls on novelꞁire.net
His senses extended infinitely, with each cell conveying that this was not his original world. Nothing had changed, yet his dazed brain was coming to terms with this, preventing him from distinguishing which was genuine reality.
Always striking at sparrows and getting pecked in return, Nezha, who had cultivated the illusory path of dreams and fiction, was now unable to discern truth from falsehood.
"Nezha, look! I've captured a Chaos Demon God for you. You'll be primed for sainthood!"
Looking at Nuwa's energetic demeanor before him, Nezha felt a sense of familiarity, even finding his initial resistance waning. Perhaps there wasn't anything inherently wrong with this.
"Teacher, what do you think is the ultimate pursuit of life?"
Nuwa, withdrawing the melted matter, responded, "Of course, it is to seek the Great Dao, to enjoy grand freedom and great leisure."
Nezha immediately retorted, "I think you're wrong. The quest for the Dao has no end. When can one say they have attained it?"
After speaking, he further inquired, "Teacher, what do you believe makes a compelling Immortal?"
Nuwa showed no indignation at the rebuttal, instead solemnly replying, "Certainly, it is one who harbors kindness, possesses grace, has an unwavering pursuit of the Dao, and bears the aptitude and responsibility of an Immortal."