Chapter 212: The Giant Spirit God and Nezha [5k]

Rakshasa Sea Market.

A corner of the southeast.

Fang Longye looked in the direction of Yang Chan's finger.

Flying palaces and cloud halls, pagodas and new dwellings were arranged in a winding, sprawling line, following the lay of the land, with no end in sight.

Springs and rocks blended in a hazy glow; lamps and stars vied in brilliance.

Even though it was merely a place that charged admission, it was constructed with exceptional grandeur.

"Let's go~ My treat today." Yang Chan waved her hand, signaling for Fang Longye to follow.

Fang Longye shook his head with a smile, following Yang Chan obediently as they stepped into this complex of buildings.

Observing the scenery all around along the way, it was naturally magnificent, not at all like a territory controlled by the Ashura.

From time to time, sparse, colorful stamen-dust fell, dampening clothes with a cool, emerald mist and filling the air with an exotic fragrance.

As the wind blew, one could faintly see high-hanging curtains and low-draped canopies, with at least hundreds or thousands of figures coming and going.

Seeing Fang Longye observing these people, Yang Chan remarked, "Don't think this is a large crowd; compared to the Sea-Catching Grand Event held once every Yuanhui, this is nothing."

Fang Longye nodded to show he understood.

He ran a Yaofang himself, so how could he not understand the purpose of holding a grand event every so often?

It was both to build a reputation and to boost sales.

Today was just an ordinary day, not any special occasion, so the number of "tourists" was naturally normal. Although, in Fang Longye's view, it was already quite a lot.

"Speaking of which~"

"This sea-catching business isn't something the Ashura invented. On the contrary, the anecdotes of sea-catching at this Rakshasa Sea Market can actually be said to be borrowed from the customs of you Dragon Clan members, Brother Fang."

Yang Chan seemed to have thought of something, turning her head to blink at Fang Longye.

"Oh?" Fang Longye's gaze shifted as he looked at Yang Chan.

Yang Chan did not keep him in suspense, asking with a smile, "Brother Fang, have you ever heard of the Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice?"

The Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice? Fang Longye's heart stirred; in an instant, he understood seven or eight parts of it.

The Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice, as the name suggests, was a grand ceremony used to sacrifice to the Ancestral Dragon, traditionally hosted by the Four Seas Dragon Clan and held once every Yuanhui.

Since it was a grand sacrificial ceremony for the Ancestral Dragon, not only would the Dragon Clan within the Three Realms attend the Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice, but all members of the scaled tribe would receive invitations.

Of course, while it sounded nice to be "remembering the ancestors," in reality, it was to display the strength of the younger generation of the Dragon Clan, to deter enemies, and to maintain the Dragon Clan's rule over the Four Seas and the scaled tribe.

How to display strength? One couldn't just engage in martial combat blindly~ Thus, the sea-catching business came to be.

The Dragon Clan would bring out many treasures passed down from long ago as rewards, placing them in a Secret Realm filled with vast oceans as the stakes.

Leaving it to the juniors to compete for them~

Facing treasures, conflicts would naturally arise during the process, which also suited the wishes of the Dragon Clan's upper echelons. It could display the strength of the younger generation of the Dragon Clan without causing hard feelings.

Moreover, those who eat others' food have short hands, and those who take others' gifts have soft hands. Through the Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice, the Dragon Clan could also poach the geniuses and elites from among the scaled tribe.

Precisely because of this, after the Ancestral Dragon fell, the Dragon Clan was able to continue its rule over the Four Seas during a period of succession crisis, waiting until the appearance of Yinglong Laozu.

However~ the Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice had been cancelled for who knows how many Yuanhui.

If not for the fact that Fang Longye possessed bloodline inheritance and had supplemented it with the books in the Demon Master Mansion, he might not necessarily have known the details better than Yang Chan.

It wasn't because the Dragon Clan had declined; it was precisely because the Dragon Clan was no longer in a succession crisis and had become powerful.

After all, only when one is weak does one constantly reminisce about the strength of one's ancestors and show off past glory.

Of course, this was not the main reason the Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice was cancelled. The deeper reason lay in the ascension of Yinglong Laozu.

The Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice? It was too taboo! One must know that Yinglong Laozu was determined to become the ancestor of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, thereby coveting the status of the Ancestor of All Things.

How could she possibly allow the Dragon Clan to continue sacrificing to the Ancestral Dragon?

The Ancestral Dragon?

Yinglong is the Ancestral Dragon, and the Ancestral Dragon is Yinglong.

To Yinglong Laozu, the old antiques that hindered her path should be completely erased from the world.

Especially with the premise that the Ancestral Dragon still had hope of returning to the world, she had to be even more on guard.

That's right, the Ancestral Dragon also had the possibility of being resurrected. By the time one reached his realm, the boundaries of Life and Death and the barriers of time and space were no longer so clear.

Therefore, the Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice, which had lasted for who knows how many epochs and more than a billion Yuanhui, quickly dissipated into the long river of time after Yinglong Laozu attained the Dao.

Just like the cancellation of the Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice, the Four Seas Dragon Clan also lost its status as the orthodox Dragon Clan after Yinglong Laozu's ascension.

As for those ancient Great Luo in the Dragon Clan who had silently stood their ground during the years of the succession crisis, they had long since defected.

Honghuang has always respected the strong; the sky of the Dragon Clan now belongs to Yinglong Laozu. These remnants of the previous dynasty, the Four Seas Dragon Clan, shouldn't jump around too much! This was the reason Yang Chan brought this up to Fang Longye; she was reminding him that the East Sea Dragon Clan was not to be trifled with.

Indeed~

"However, after your Dragon Clan's Yinglong Laozu ascended, the Ancestral Dragon Sacrifice was long since cancelled~"

Yang Chan said with implication.

"I don't know if the Ashura thought of it themselves, or if the East Sea Dragon Clan suggested it."

Fang Longye shook his head with a smile and thanked Yang Chan, "Many thanks for the reminder, Fairy! However, it seems there is no need for me to consider the twists and turns within this~"

"You are the future Young Lord of the Dragon Clan!" Yang Chan said with a smile, "How can you say it has nothing to do with you?"

Fang Longye was noncommittal.

What Young Lord of the Dragon Clan? He hadn't even heard of this title; what the hell did it have to do with him?

Furthermore, the Four Seas Dragon Clan had been jumping around within the Dragon Clan for more than a day or two!

What was the use?

Fang Longye, who had a bunch of Four Seas Longnu around him, also had a certain understanding of the hidden strength of the Four Seas Dragon Clan.

Without a Great Luo~ no matter how much they jumped, it was useless! The era when the Four Seas Dragon Clan could represent the entire Dragon Clan was long gone.

Don't look at the Four Seas Dragon Clan flirting with this one and that one; when it truly involved the overall interests of the Dragon Clan, they wouldn't even dare to have a single deviant thought.

Inviting a wolf into the house?

It's not that easy~

To the Four Seas Dragon Clan, those great powers of the universe might be wolves.

But for Yinglong Laozu, who has the support of the masses of the Dragon Clan, they don't amount to much.

Fang Longye waved his hand, interrupting Yang Chan's posture of wanting to speak, and pointed ahead: "Fairy, it seems we have arrived!"

Yang Chan was stunned for a moment and looked ahead.

Thousands of suspended pavilions stood in the void, shimmering with colorful light, surrounded by rising ethereal music and immortal melodies, suddenly distant and suddenly near, sometimes low and sometimes high.

She immediately cast aside the thought of teasing Fang Longye into opposing the East Sea Dragon Clan and smiled: "Indeed! Let's go, Brother Fang~"

"I will take you to experience what 'sea-chasing' in this Rakshasa Sea Market is like!"

……

Fang Longye followed Yang Chan as she soared into the air and arrived at one of the flying pavilions.

Inside the flying pavilion, the space was neither large nor small, much like a reception hall, empty and vast, with a jade desk at the deepest point, where a gorgeously dressed Asura woman sat.

Unlike the Iron Fan Princess and her guards that Fang Longye had seen before, who were fierce and overbearing.

This Asura woman, apart from her attire having some distinct Asura characteristics and being quite revealing, had delicate dark eyebrows, a small nose, and cherry lips, possessing a certain fragility like a flower reflecting in a mirror.

Seeing the two enter, she raised her head and moved her body, her jewelry chiming softly, and her voice was also soft and pleasant: "To think it is the Third Holy Mother who has graced us with her presence, this truly makes my humble place shine!"

Of course, Fang Longye did not believe that this Rakshasa Woman before him was truly gentle in nature.

How could someone who managed to ascend to the Golden Immortal realm among the Asura race be a kind-hearted person? But since she was out doing business and running a trade, she naturally had to restrain her ferocity.

Harmony brings wealth, after all! "Enough! No more nonsense, two spots~" Yang Chan casually slapped two Spirit Treasures onto the desk.

Seeing the two Spirit Treasures Yang Chan slapped onto the table, the Asura woman immediately beamed with joy, her eyes almost squinting into slits.

Impatiently, she put the two Spirit Treasures away.

While capturing the Aura of the two to process their credentials, she spoke auspicious words: "Third Holy Mother, you have always had excellent luck, so I imagine this time will be no exception."

Fang Longye saw those two Spirit Treasures and realized they were Superior Spiritual Treasures; a twitching pain surged in his heart.

How could he not understand? Just coming here to chase the sea once cost a Superior Spiritual Treasure.

In terms of cost alone, it was not something an ordinary Golden Immortal could afford.

After all.

Among the East Sea Dragon Palace Golden Immortals he had killed earlier, few possessed Superior Spiritual Treasures. Most of them only had Middle-grade Spiritual Treasures.

Heaven have mercy! Let alone others, even for him now, although he no longer viewed Superior Spiritual Treasures as rare treasures.

He had not yet reached the point of treating them as daily expenses.

Look at Yang Chan~ tossing out two Superior Spiritual Treasures that would make an ordinary Taiyi Realm expert look twice, and she didn't even blink.

Throwing out two Superior Spiritual Treasures was like throwing out two dollars.

This is what a rich woman is!

Yang Chan took the two tokens handed over by the Asura woman, tossed one to Fang Longye, and smiled back at the Asura woman: "I accept your kind words!"

Then, she turned and led the composed Fang Longye, bypassed the Asura woman, and stepped into a portal formed by light.

The space inside the portal was unexpectedly small, nearly a square zhang in size.

An eerie man with blood-colored hair sat cross-legged in boredom beneath a bronze mirror.

Even while sitting, one could see his imposing stature, draped in blood-colored robes, his red hair disheveled, completely obscuring his face, leaving only a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.

"A Taiyi Realm Asura!"

Feeling the Aura emitted by the man, Fang Longye lowered his eyelids and muttered in his heart.

Seeing Yang Chan and Fang Longye reveal their tokens, the man said nothing and directly activated the dark green, glistening bronze mirror above.

It reflected the two of them within it, clear in every detail.

Afterward, the mirror light shot out.

Fang Longye only felt a blur before his eyes, and when he regained clarity, he found himself standing with Yang Chan on a high, suspended platform.

……

The high platform.

Above, it faced the firmament; below, it overlooked the vast ocean.

On the high platform, there were majestic palaces, with red copper as pillars and gold and jade as steps.

The rafters were carved with images of dragons and cranes, and the rafter heads were shaped like dragons, holding precious bells in their mouths, with tassels hanging from them.

When the wind blew, it made a deep and majestic sound.

Fang Longye sat on a cloud bed, with a coral screen behind him.

A cold light shone before him, clear and serene, making one feel as if they were in spring, very comfortable.

"There are quite a lot of people~"

Fang Longye stroked the exquisite Panlong Spear in his hand, his eyes bright as he looked out.

On the firmament parallel to the platform they were on, there were different high platforms suspended, some gold, some jade, some grand, some exquisite.

On them, all had auspicious clouds raised high, some dense with thunder, some sparkling with starlight, some with rising Dragon Qi, some filled with demon aura, and so on, in a thousand different forms.

Clearly, they were all like him and Yang Chan, having spent a great price, waiting to chase the sea.

"Is this the Blood Sea?"

Fang Longye quickly shifted his gaze to the vast, boundless ocean beneath the high platform, where the water rippled, a sea of blood.

He could not see through it, only feeling that it contained evil powers that corroded everything and destroyed everything.

Yang Chan, beside him, nodded, then shook her head: "In a way! This Secret Realm was naturally formed by drawing from the Nether Blood Sea."

"But although this ocean connects to the Blood Sea, it is also mixed with many other things. It cannot be considered the true Nether Blood Sea."

"Brother Fang, are you coming with me, or do you intend to split up?"

Fang Longye sensed the message transmitted into his mind from the high platform and understood that with a mere thought, he could split another high platform from this one.

However.

He recalled the words of the Asura woman who had flattered Yang Chan earlier, saying that her luck was always excellent.

Whether her luck was truly excellent, or if it was due to her status, with people behind the scenes specifically rigging things to please the young lady.

Staying with her was undoubtedly the best choice.

He immediately laughed aloud: "Since this is Fang's first time here, I shall naturally follow the Fairy. I look forward to the Fairy demonstrating how it's done later~"

Yang Chan waved her sleeve and said: "What is there to demonstrate? However, it is quite good for you and me to travel together; we can look out for one another."

The Rakshasa Sea Market was, after all, established by the Asura clan, even though they had tried their best to restrain that flavor, such as guaranteeing the safety of customers within the market just like other trading hubs.

Yet in some places, the philosophy of the Asura clan still revealed itself. For instance, in this Sea Gathering Secret Realm, fighting is not prohibited.

Can you believe it? Even though they are customers who spent a large sum of money, Life and Death are left to fate.

Of course, the token obtained by those who enter this place is a means of providing a safety net; if one truly cannot defeat others, one can withdraw at any time.

But then again~ there are always some people who lack self-awareness, stubbornly holding on and refusing to leave, until in the end, when they want to withdraw halfway, they can no longer get out.

It really is paying money to seek death~ Yang Chan was not worried about her own safety, but she was afraid that Fang Longye, being here for the first time, would lack experience and encounter danger.

The two sat on the high platform, chatting for over an hour. Suddenly, the sound of a jade chime rang out, clear and resonant.

Yang Chan stood up abruptly and said excitedly: "It has begun!"

Fang Longye stood up as well, took a step forward, and looked into the distance.

He saw a tide of blood surging from the far end of what could be seen, looking like nothing more than a horizontal red line.

A moment later, the blood-colored tide approached, filling the sky and covering the earth, engulfing everything.

The giant tide surged and churned, its sound like thunder, deafening to the ears.

The spray at the very front was already splashing beneath Fang Longye's feet, and one must remember that he was standing on a suspended high platform.

"Brother Fang! The good things are all in the incoming tide; once the tide recedes, there won't be many good things left behind."

Yang Chan gave a delicate shout, directly channeled her Dharma power, leaped, and plunged into the giant tide of the Nether Blood Sea.

Fang Longye laughed heartily: "Many thanks for the reminder, Fairy!"

He immediately followed her into the tide.

The higher the wind and waves, the bigger the fish! He understood this principle.

As soon as Fang Longye entered, he realized that this vast Nether Blood Sea was truly not simple.

The power contained within, besides the destruction and corrosion unique to the Nether Blood Sea, also included the power of time and space entangled with each other, difficult to describe in words.

In short, the resistance was not small~ the rolling blood-colored tide, wave after wave, carried a destructive force, pressing and corroding toward Fang Longye, intending to destroy him.

Fang Longye exerted a continuous stream of power, pushing through the water and parting the waves to move forward, hand in hand with Yang Chan.

As if gathering shells, they collected items from the tide: there were World Remains suffused with a ghostly light, pitch-black dead wood, or simply clusters of light, and so on and so forth.

There was no time to examine what exactly these things were; they just put them into their pockets first.

At this moment, the Panlong Spear in Fang Longye's hand hummed, causing a ruler-shaped phantom of light in the tide to turn and change direction, coming toward him.

Fang Longye's heart stirred; without hesitation, in almost an instant, he gathered this ruler-shaped light into his hand.

Who would have known~

As soon as it was in his hand, a thunderous roar erupted beside his ear: "Stop!"

"Put that down! That is mine!"

Raising his eyes to look, he saw that not far ahead, the surging waves were suddenly cleaved open, revealing two figures traveling together.

Looking at their physiques alone, the two standing together looked exceptionally incongruous.

The figure in front, roaring at him, was a giant over ten zhang tall.

He was bare-chested, his muscles knotted like dragons, his whole body glowing with a brilliant golden radiance, glaring with wide-open, angry eyes, his expression fierce.

And trailing ten or so steps behind this giant was a youth no more than four feet tall.

He wore his hair in double buns tied with red ribbons, wore a red bellyband, a lotus flower around his neck, a lotus leaf skirt around his waist, a brilliant cap on his head, a water-patterned robe tied with tiger and dragon motifs, and a hoop on each of his four limbs.

The Wind Fire Wheels beneath his feet shone with a lustrous light, the flames illuminating his body, making the youth, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen, appear even more like jade, crystal-clear like a lotus, unstained by a speck of dust.

Fang Longye's expression was strange; just from this appearance, he had already guessed who this youth was.

It was naturally the Three Altars Sea-Meeting Great Deity, Nezha, that was almost certain~ As for this giant in front~ pondering the ruler-shaped light in his hand and thinking of his physique, Fang Longye, besides being pleasantly surprised, also had a certain judgment.

Giant Spirit God! Sure enough—

Yang Chan's delicate shout reached his ears, confirming his guess.

"Little Nezha, Giant Spirit God! What are you two doing!"

"Especially you, Giant Spirit God, what are you roaring blindly for? What is 'yours'? Do you not understand the rules? Whoever gets their hands on it first, it belongs to them~"

"What? Do you dare to snatch things from my hands?"

(End of chapter)