Ye Xuan was now in a state where he could not see the Great Thunder after traversing the mountains and rivers for ninety thousand miles.
The heavens were vast, and Ye Xuan's divine light rippled through the nine heavens. This kind of light was too mysterious and too resplendent. The difference in the level of life caused Ye Xuan to have an extremely different feeling towards this world.
Half-step to Sage-to-be, Undying True Spirit, this was Ye Xuan's realm at the moment. Every step he took, he shuttled through the void space. His figure was illusory as if he was about to leave the Three Realms.
Ye Xuan wandered between heaven and earth, calmly feeling the cultivation of Half-step to Sage-to-be. With a thought, the void shattered and the mountains turned into dust. It was like a dream, but the power was so terrifying that even Ye Xuan's mind was stirred up.
"Half-step to Sage-to-be is already so terrifying. If I really step into Sage-to-be, no one but a Sage can be my opponent." Ye Xuan murmured excitedly, a fierce look flashing across his eyes.
"Give up and I'll spare your life."
Suddenly, an angry roar came from thousands of miles away. Two flowing lights chased after each other, and the sound of weapons clashing could be heard from time to time. Apparently, two Immortals were fighting.
"Hmm?"
Fierce fights between Immortals were very common in the Three Realms. Ye Xuan would not care about such trivial matters. But when he opened his Dharma Eyes, he saw a familiar figure.
"Interesting." Ye Xuan smiled strangely. He took a step and disappeared, heading toward the place where the two were fighting.
The vast sky and void rumbled.
Two light shadows intertwined. The Fire-tipped Spear and the golden long saber collided with each other. With a loud bang, the two separated immediately, and blood spilled in the sky.
"Nezha, you committed patricide. You are a disciple of the Clan of Enlightenment. Today, I, the Divine General, will kill you here to restore the name of the Clan of Enlightenment."
A golden-armored Divine General held a saber in his hand, and the golden light of Luotian shone brightly. On the other hand, Nezha was covered in blood, and there were saber wounds all over his body. Apparently, he had suffered an unimaginable injury during the fierce fight with the Divine General.
"Did my master send you to kill me?" Nezha growled ferociously. His eyes were trembling, and he was questioning the golden-armored Divine General angrily.
"Nezha, no matter what, you're still a third-generation disciple of the Chan School. Perfected Taiyi only wants you to die here on account of our master-disciple relationship in the past. He can send you to reincarnation. This can be considered your fortune," the Golden Armor Divine General said righteously.
"Bullshit. Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child?" Nezha roared angrily, but his eyes were filled with despair and indescribable hatred.
Back then, Nezha left the Celestial Court with the crime of killing Li Jing. When he met Taiyi Zhenren, he saw that his master was fierce and wanted to kill him personally. If he had not risked his life to escape, he would have been killed by Taiyi Zhenren.
The Clan of Enlightenment was the orthodox Daoist sect. No matter what, it was impossible for them to tolerate someone like Nezha, who had killed his father. By the time he understood this, it was already too late. That was because the Clan of Enlightenment had announced to the outside world that Nezha was no longer a disciple of the Clan of Enlightenment. They had even issued an order to kill this unfilial person who had killed his father.
The world was so big that there was no place for him to stay. For so many years, Nezha had been on the run. Even when he was cultivating, he would be awakened by nightmares.
He had once gone to the 33 Heavens and knelt in front of the Nüwa Palace, begging the Nüwa to uphold justice for him. Unfortunately, although he was Ling Zhuzi in his previous life and was a boy by Nüwa's side, he was a disciple of the Clan of Enlightenment in this life. Saint Nüwa would naturally not give orders to the Clan of Enlightenment for him.
In the end, Nezha left dejectedly and could only hide in the Three Realms. However, the disciples of the Clan of Enlightenment were all over the world. Every once in a while, he would be discovered. That was how the battle with the Golden-Armored Divine General happened.
"Die!"
The Divine Saber was sharp and the immortal light was resplendent. The Golden-Armored Divine General smiled ferociously. He was a Guardian of the Clan of Enlightenment. Although his reputation was not obvious in the Three Realms, his cultivation level was at the peak of the Allheaven Golden Immortal Realm. Although Nezha was in the same realm as him, he had long been seriously injured. It was not difficult to kill him.
Pfft!
Blood splattered in the sky as Nezha groaned. A long and terrifying wound was directly slashed open on his chest. A large amount of blood spurted out, causing Nezha to roar miserably. His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness.
"Die."
The Golden-Armored Divine General slashed over with his saber. His face was extremely ruthless as if he had already seen Nezha dying under his saber.
Buzz!
Suddenly, an extremely strange and shocking thing happened. The world suddenly froze, and the Golden-Armored Divine General's body instantly stiffened. Even the ruthless smile on his face became extremely strange.
Crack!
The Golden-Armored Divine General's body shattered inch by inch. A cool breeze blew over and turned him into a wisp of ash that dissipated between heaven and earth.
Such a strange scene stunned Nezha on the spot, and he didn't recover from it for more than ten breaths.
"Who is it?"
"I wonder which almighty being has saved me. Nezha greets you once again."
Nezha immediately came back to his senses. He knew that a powerful person must have passed by, and it must be a Daluo Jinxian. Otherwise, it would be impossible for there to be such a terrifying divine power that could silently kill the Golden-Armored Divine General.
"Ha!"
A chuckle came from the void. Ye Xuan quietly appeared in front of Nezha and looked at Nezha with a deep gaze.
"Ye Xuan?"
Nezha growled in shock. He took more than ten steps back and protected his body with the Fire-tipped Spear in his hand. He looked at Ye Xuan with fear in his eyes.
Nezha never thought that Ye Xuan would appear in front of him. What was even more unbelievable was that Ye Xuan would save his life.
"I haven't seen you for many years. Looks like you haven't been doing well," Ye Xuan said calmly.
Nezha's face turned red. He roared at Ye Xuan, but there was a complicated look in his eyes, "What … what do you want?"
"There's no need to be so nervous. If I wanted to kill you, do you think you can still be safe now?" Ye Xuan smiled.
"Ye Xuan, it's all thanks to you that I'm here today. If you want to kill me, then kill me. There's no need to fool me." Nezha put down the Fire-tipped Spear. He knew that he was no match for Ye Xuan.
"I'll give you a chance. As long as you follow me loyally, I can guarantee your safety in the Three Realms. From now on, you won't have to hide like a stray dog."
As Ye Xuan finished speaking, Nezha was stunned. He did not recover for a long time.
"Why … why are you helping me?"
Nezha asked in surprise. In terms of cultivation, he was only a Golden Immortal of the Great Firmament. Ye Xuan had countless Grand Heavenly Immortals under his command. He was no more than an ant in Ye Xuan's eyes. He could kill him with a wave of his hand. Nezha really did not understand why Ye Xuan wanted to subdue him.
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