Chapter 2952 - 2953: Three Heads, Six Arms, Lotus Avatar

Chapter 2952: Chapter 2953: Three Heads, Six Arms, Lotus Avatar

Xue An fell silent.

It wasn’t because of the Third Prince’s suspicions. On the contrary, it was precisely this suspicion that made Xue An even more sad and angry.

It was evident that the people of Senluo Valley had spared no effort to extract more from him.

Thus, the Third Prince’s wariness was so deep.

Thinking of this, Xue An took a deep breath and then spoke in an extremely solemn tone, "Your Highness, I am indeed of the Hua Clan, and I have come specifically to rescue you. These are the items I collected after defeating the Valley Master of Senluo Valley!"

With that, Xue An retrieved the six arms from the space and placed them in front of the Third Prince.

The Third Prince, however, did not even glance at his own arms, instead letting out a cold laugh.

"Aren’t these arms something you can take and return at will? Don’t use these to deceive people!"

Hearing this, before Xue An could react, Nai Yingying suddenly covered her mouth and laughed coldly.

"How amusing, is this the Deity you desperately tried to rescue?"

Xue An suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Nai Yingying.

Nai Yingying stopped laughing and shrugged.

"Alright, let’s say I didn’t say anything!"

"Heh, an evil being, and the finest among evil beings, is this who you claim has come to rescue me? Do you think I’ll believe that?" The Third Prince said with a cold laugh, his eyes full of mockery.

Xue An was silent for a moment.

He also knew working with Nai Yingying was indeed improper, but at the time, he had no choice if he wanted to rescue the Third Prince quickly.

Xue An met the Third Prince’s skeptical gaze and slowly uttered two words.

"Nezha!"

At these words, the Third Prince, originally full of mockery, was taken aback, his eyes finally showing astonishment.

Xue An continued, "Nezha, Third Prince; son of Li Jing of Chentang Pass. Once wreaked havoc in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, skinned dragons, and extracted dragon tendons, ultimately leading the Dragon Palace to flood Chentang Pass in revenge. You offered your bones and flesh to repay the grudges!"

"Am I right?"

Indeed!

The child imprisoned by Senluo Valley in an endless ocean of suffering was the Third Prince Nezha from ancient mythology.

Back when Xue An was battling Tang Sheng’en, he recognized the Divine Spirit Incarnation that Tang Sheng’en conjured.

Three heads and six arms, a lotus incarnate—who could it be but Nezha?

Thus, Xue An was so furious at the time that he immediately extinguished Tang Sheng’en.

Afterward, Xue An prioritized rescuing Nezha from Senluo Valley.

For every moment delayed, the Hua Clan’s Deity suffered a moment longer.

Upon encountering the Valley Master of Senluo Valley, who had removed Nezha’s six arms, Xue An went berserk and would burn his own life force to slay him.

Now, upon seeing Nezha himself, Xue An recounted all the past events.

After listening, Nezha fell silent for a moment before asking, "So... you’re truly from the Hua Clan?"

Xue An nodded, "Of course!"

Nezha suddenly burst into laughter toward the sky.

The laughter was full of infinite joy, causing the heaven and earth to tremble.

"Hahahahaha! Good, I knew the fortune of the Hua Clan wouldn’t be severed. After countless ages, I’ve indeed waited for this day, wonderful! Hahahahaha!"

Looking at Nezha’s nearly maniacal laughter, Xue An did not intervene but instead revealed slight sorrow.

Because he knew Nezha’s joy was born entirely from prolonged repression.

So prolonged that upon first seeing himself, Nezha’s reaction wasn’t delight but rather the belief it was a trick by Senluo Valley.

Thus, it was evident that Nezha was clearly utterly hopeless at the time.

After a quarter of an hour, Nezha’s laughter gradually subsided, though his eyes grew even more dazzling.

"Young man, come forward!"

Without hesitation, Xue An went up to Nezha.

"Squat down!"

Xue An crouched down obediently.

Nezha suddenly leaned forward and bit.

Yi Guyun screamed and hurriedly covered her mouth, but her eyes couldn’t hide their shock.

Though she was the senior disciple of Senluo Valley, she was unaware of what truly lay in the secret realm.

Even her cultivation technique differed from Tang Sheng’en and the others.

Tang Sheng’en and others relied on the Divine Spirit Incarnation granted by the sect as their ultimate trump card.

But Yi Guyun was an artist seeking a master, and the Cloud Bow was her exclusive skill.

So she never knew what was hidden in the secret realm.

Only today, upon entering with Xue An, did she open her eyes to it.

Then, she felt an indescribable disgust.

She never thought that the sect, which seemed so glamorous on the surface, could do such despicable acts behind the scenes.

The majestic divine aura originated from the body of such a frail child.

Even the Valley Master had removed this child’s arms and grafted them onto himself, an act of utter madness.

In this chaotic Heart Realm, seeing this child bite Xue An unexpectedly made her cry out in shock.

Xue An, however, remained motionless, trusting that Nezha, as an ancestor of the Hua Clan, would not harm his descendant.

After all, these Deities fought to the death in the ancient battle to protect the Hua Clan’s legacy!

And indeed.

Nezha bit Xue An’s collar and tore it away.

With a rip, Xue An’s clothing was torn off, revealing the Xing Tian tattoo underneath.

At this sight, Nezha’s eyes lit up, "So that’s it! No wonder I sensed the aura of Xing Tian Divine earlier!"

In terms of seniority, Xing Tian far exceeded Nezha.

Thus, even a proud Nezha addressed him as Divine respectfully.

"Did you receive Xing Tian’s legacy?" Nezha asked.

Xue An nodded and then detailed his encounter with the solitary Xing Tian Clan on the White Bone Throne within the Black Hole.

Upon hearing, Nezha’s eyes welled up with tears, softly saying, "Xing Tian truly deserves the name of the greatest war God in ancient times. Even in death, he never yielded, a model for all of us!"

"It’s just unfortunate that nearly all Hua Clan Deities perished in that ancient battle, leaving me alone to linger here, only to be bullied by wicked ones!"

As he spoke, a deep resentment appeared on Nezha’s face.

Observing this, Xue An’s heart stirred, immediately saying, "Your Highness, in fact, not all Hua Clan Deities perished!"

"Oh? Besides me, who else survived?" Nezha was stunned and immediately asked.

"From my own eyes, there’s Yangjian and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady!"

Upon hearing the name Yangjian, a dazzling light burst from Nezha’s eyes, "Are you sure of this?"

Xue An nodded, "Absolutely sure!"

"Guankou Erlang didn’t die! Hahahahaha, I knew that three-eyed hero wouldn’t easily perish, hahahahaha!"

In the end, Nezha cried tears of joy, his voice choked with sobs.