Lei Zhenzi did not return either.
After Nezha woke up from his coma, he looked at the empty Immortal Island and sat there in a daze.
Monkey had passed through. Lei Zhenzi had passed through, but he still could not see the possibility of defeating the demon guarding the pass. That was indeed a blow to Nezha, who was already quite arrogant.
As a result, the two buns on his head drooped a little, and he was listless.
Wei Hu carried his Demon Subduing Pestle and trembled every two steps. His lips were pale as he sat beside Nezha and handed over the healing pills that he had not used up.
They were all exhausted. They sat there silently and recuperated quietly.
Not long after, Nezha recovered some of his primordial energy. He suddenly said, "If only I could recover quickly from my injuries. I wouldn't have to wait here."
"You're a little impatient," Wei Hu said with a smile. His words were naturally teasing.
Nezha sighed softly and looked down at the Fire-tipped Spear. The spear was already covered in cracks.
It could be said that Sun Wukong was blessed by the heavens for being able to leave them behind. He was a spiritual monkey born from the world and was born with great Dharma powers. The disciples of the Dao Sect who had cultivated from the beginning could not compare to him.
However, Lei Zhenzi, who was at the same starting point as them, had also walked ahead of him. That made Nezha feel a little self-doubtful.
Was he really like what the Martial Uncles and Martial Uncles said, that he was talented, intelligent, and had excellent comprehension …
"Don't think too much." Wei Hu nudged Nezha with his elbow and said, "Everyone's opponents are different. They have all been adjusted according to our respective strengths. It's not that we are inferior to Lei Zhenzi. It's just that Lei Zhenzi has made a breakthrough, so he can pass."
"I naturally know the logic, but why can't I find the opportunity to break through?"
Nezha smiled bitterly and gently stroked the three-pointed, double-edged spear with his fingers. Wei Hu, who was at the side, felt the same way. However, Wei Hu had entered the sect slightly later and had always been a junior brother. He was different from the reincarnation of Nezha and Ling Zhuzi.
He was much less pressured than Nezha.
"Work hard. Eldest Senior Brother is waiting for us at the front," Wei Hu said with a smile. Then, he closed his eyes to heal.
Senior Brother …
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it. When Nezha recalled that when he was still on Qianyuan Mountain, he had once competed with Yang Jian for the title of the third-generation Eldest Senior Brother of Chanism. At that time, he even wanted to …
When he reincarnated, Yang Jian was already an outstanding disciple of the Dao Sect who could stir the clouds and rain in the God-Conferment Battle and had a considerable say. Then, he soared into the sky and became the reliance of the Primordial World.
Now, the survival of the entire Primordial World was closely related to Yang Jian's battles.
Looking at himself, after entering the Celestial Court, he had been cultivating non-stop. With the support of the Heavenly Dao and his many battle achievements, his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds.
However, he was still unable to keep up with Eldest Senior Brother's pace.
Although Nezha respected Yang Jian very much, he could not help but complain in his heart. Why was his senior brother so dazzling that the other stars in the starry sky that should have been dotted with stars dimmed?
He was just one of the 'others'.
So what if he had the Lotus Treasure Body and a tyrannical physical body?
So what if a quasi-Saint mighty figure had three heads and six arms?
Senior Brother could not compare, Monkey could not compare, and Lei Zhenzi could not compare …
Nezha did not have to compare with his fellow disciples. He was not a stubborn person. Most of the comparisons were just to encourage himself not to slack off.
However, during the battle in the Primordial World, his master's haggard appearance, which was almost exhausted, made him hate himself for being useless.
The Celestial Court fell from the clouds. The Jade Emperor led many Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals who could not participate in the battle head-on to cover the retreat of the living beings of the Primordial World. He was the general of the Celestial Court, the son of the Jade Emperor, the Great God of the Three Seas Meeting in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and the Grand Marshal Li Jing …
However, what could he do?
He only shed a few tears. In a battle where there were many almighty beings, his shouts couldn't travel too far, and the few enemies he killed weren't even worth mentioning.
How could he!
How could he!
Nezha clenched his fists tightly and wiped his nose. He forcefully took a deep breath and ignored his injuries. He stepped on the Wind-Fire Wheels and rushed towards the teleportation array formation.
With a flash of light, he was sent to the 25th level again.
If he could not break through, he would die here!
Nezha did not lose his mind. Instead, he was extremely clear-headed. The more extreme and difficult it was, the more potential he could find to break through. That was what his master had told him, and it was also what he completely believed.
In the array, light surged. In the blood pool, another devil that Nezha had never seen before slowly walked out.
He was tall and burly, with thick limbs and mottled armor. He held the devil axes tightly and emitted a strong murderous aura. His blood-red eyes were emotionless.
"Come on!"
The Fire-tipped Spear was covered in flames. Nezha's eyes were fierce. He leaned forward, and the Wind-Fire Wheels rotated rapidly, leaving afterimages behind. He pounced on the devil fiercely.
The devil roared angrily. Two arcs of light that were about to cut the world were released. A great battle quickly broke out.
In the sky above the 26th level, the Mirage Dragon shook its head slightly.
This time, in less than an hour, Nezha, who was almost cut in half at the waist, was thrown out of the formation. Lying on the ground with blue veins bulging all over his body, Nezha raised his head and roared at the peaceful white clouds. Beside him, Wei Hu silently connected his body, put the pills beside Nezha, turned around and stepped into the teleportation formation.
There was no need to persuade him. The reason he came here was to break through, and he wanted to advance quickly.
Everyone had their own path to walk. Even if Nezha really wanted to die here, no one could stop him.
Nezha's injuries were too severe, so he could only recuperate this time. However, before his injuries were completely healed, as long as he could unleash 100% of his combat power, Nezha would not hesitate to step into the teleportation formation even if it would damage his vitality.
This time …
Ten times …
Dozens of times …
In just three months, Nezha, who was almost crazy, had broken through dozens of times.
The Buddhist disciple could not help but try to persuade Nezha to comprehend more, but Nezha could no longer hear. He could only stare at the teleportation formation.
His face, which had always been childish, had become a little older.
That day, Wei Hu broke through the 26th level. In the battle and on the verge of life and death, he comprehended the Complete Truth Technique that the Heavenly Lord Daoxing had imparted and set the Golden Light Demon Subduing Great Dao. His Dao Body and essence soul were actually merged into one like a physical cultivator.
Although he was not a physical cultivator, Wei Hu had comprehended the power of the essence soul to strengthen himself. His physical body and essence soul complemented each other, and the power of his various mystical abilities multiplied. In the end, he defeated the demon by half a move and entered the 26th level with serious injuries. He met up with Lei Zhenzi and Sun Wukong.
Nezha did not react to that. At that moment, he seemed to have really gone crazy.
In less than half a month, the 24th level ushered in a wave of "explosion". It was the Dao and Buddhist disciples who were trapped before the 18th level. Six of them rushed to the 25th level like a hot knife through butter.
Naturally, they were also blocked by the 25th level.
Among the six of them, there were two Buddhist disciples. Clearly, the six disciples sent by the Saint were all personal disciples with excellent aptitudes. They were not much worse than the famous disciples of the Dao Sect.
The two female immortals were more eye-catching. They were Deng Chanyu and Liu Ya, who had come together.
After the Lady of Earth became a Saint, Liu Ya's cultivation level quickly broke through to the quasi-saint realm. Until now, her quasi-saint realm had stabilized and she had taken a huge step forward. Her mystical abilities and Dharma powers were no longer the same as when she was at the first stage. There was also the profundity of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Her future was limitless.
Deng Chanyu's aptitude was not very outstanding. However, after being enlightened by Goddess Nuwa, her comprehension was astonishing. At that moment, she had barely entered the quasi-saint realm. At that moment, it was already a little difficult for her to break through.
One of the other two was a disciple of Jie School who was the first to break through to the next realm, and the other was Nezha's eldest brother, Jinzha.
When he saw Nezha, Jinzha was speechless …
At that time, Nezha was sitting in a corner. His eyes did not have much luster, and his clothes were tattered. He seemed to have lost his soul.
If not for the fact that Nezha's aura was slowly rising and his cultivation level was slowly recovering, Jinzha would have really thought that his third brother had suffered some serious injuries.
"Nezha … What's wrong with you?"
Nezha did not respond and only stared at the teleportation array formation.
"Did you go berserk?" Jinzha hurriedly squatted down and wanted to grab Nezha's wrist to check. However, as soon as his fingers landed on Nezha's wrist, Nezha suddenly revealed a fierce expression. He grabbed Jinzha's collar and pressed the Fire-tipped Spear against Jinzha's neck.
Although Jinzha's strength had greatly improved, he still could not fight back in front of Nezha.
At the sword testing ground, the Mirage Dragon Phantom that guarded the trial became stronger when it encountered strong opponents. It wanted the challengers to continuously break through and did not pay much attention to their starting point.
"Nezha, it's me … Jinzha …"
Nezha seemed to have just seen who he was grabbing. He closed his eyes and took a light breath, then slowly put down the Fire-tipped Spear.
He did not say anything and continued to sit there and stare at the teleportation array formation, quietly waiting for the moment when his injuries recovered to the point where he could unleash his full strength.
Jinzha smiled bitterly at the side. The Buddhist disciple who had been trapped here had told Nezha about the previous situation through voice transmission. Jinzha already understood why his third brother was in such a situation.
Nezha, who had always been a little childish and immature, was suffering from the stubbornness in his bones and his Dao heart that had been continuously attacked.
However, Jinzha did not blindly protect his younger brother. He was also a disciple of the Dao Sect and was now a Great Cultivator with a high cultivation level. Although he could only be considered a "second-tier" among the third-generation disciples of Chanism, he understood the key to cultivation.
The key to cultivation was actually whether one could comprehend it.
Nezha had never comprehended it. From the looks of it, the chances of him comprehending it were even slimmer than before.
However, those things could not be helped by outsiders. Even the master and disciple who were direct disciples could not completely agree on the Great Dao.
Four hours later, Nezha dragged his body covered in wounds and the Fire-tipped Spear to the Wind-Fire Wheels.
Jinzha wanted to say something but hesitated. He wanted to persuade him to wait until his injuries were completely healed before challenging the trial. However, when the words were about to come out of his mouth, his Dao heart was pierced by Nezha's back view. He could only sigh dejectedly.
An hour later, in the array formation.
Nezha lay on the ground. His left arm had been severed countless times. There were two terrifying wounds on his back that almost cut his entire body into pieces.
However, he still gritted his teeth and moved forward. Even if he had to crawl, he had to crawl to the motionless black shadow …
"Ah …"
The Mirage Dragon sighed softly and flicked its finger gently. The black shadow in front of Nezha waved a fist shadow and sent Nezha's remnant body flying.
Then, the "lotus roots" that Nezha had scattered around the array formation were wrapped in light and chased after Nezha's heavily injured body …
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